After Gitels finished speaking, he walked straight towards the entrance of the arena.

"Gitels, I didn't expect him to come too!" The big man standing in front of Ping An trembled with fright when he heard the name.

"Uncle, do you know that person just now?" asked Ping'an.

"Gittels, haven't you heard of it? That's a famous world-class killer, and there are so many big men and strong men who have died under his hands!" As soon as the big man finished speaking, he heard a commotion from the crowd behind him.

Everyone followed the prestige, only to see a middle-aged uncle-like man with yellow curly hair, unshaven beard, and an old cloth checkered suit, walking in from the crowd, he said as he walked: "Yo, yo, the atmosphere seems to be good this year, there are so many new faces!"

"yes, but I guess the final winner is between you and me, Hemingway!" From the other direction, a strange man in black armor stepped out. His entire body was covered in heavy black armor, and even his helmet had two eyes peeking out.

"Why, aren't you co-opted by the coalition government of the world, Hegel?" asked the middle-aged uncle, looking at him in surprise.

"I just want to fight with you, if I don't win you, I won't give up, as for co-optation, I'm not interested, even if I enter the world government, I have to defeat you first!" replied the man in black armor firmly.

"Hahahaha, it's so interesting, then, have you read the book "The Old Man and the Sea"?" the middle-aged uncle asked again.

"Come on, I'll wait for you in the final, don't keep me waiting too long. After the man in black armor finished speaking, he walked straight to the arena, where his feet walked, on the marble floor, two rows of obviously deep concave footprints, what a power!

"It's over, it's over, there's no hope for this year, I didn't expect that not only will there be a super killer this year, but even the first and second from last year will come! I'd better go home as soon as possible, or I'll definitely die here!" After the uncle who was standing in front of Ping An finished speaking, he smeared oil on the soles of his feet and ran away.

"Uncle!" Ping An shouted at his distant back.

"I also want to say that since he doesn't participate in the competition, he can lend us money!" Ping An himself whispered.

"Oh, there are such young faces this year, are you also here to participate in the competition?" Hemingway asked with a smile as he came behind Ping An and * without a word.

"yes, we're going to compete too. Hearing Hemingway's culture, Ping An quickly turned around and replied to Hemingway with a smile.

"However, we don't have an entry fee. * said helplessly, but thought in his heart: when did he come to us, why didn't he feel it at all?

"Yes, the registration fee is 100,000 Shibei, which is indeed a lot of money for you, but even if you sign up, it will be difficult to make a difference!" Hemingway told them, he always felt that the two children were messing around, and hoped to persuade them to give up and not get into danger.

"We're going to win the championship and get the biggest prize money!" *said confidently.

"Oh, are you so confident?" Hemingway smiled, thinking to himself: these two children really don't know how thick the sky is.

"Well, if you can convince me, I have enough money to help you pay the registration fee!" Hemingway wanted to know what they were capable of.

"No problem!" shouted excitedly when he heard someone pay for them. As soon as the words fell, I saw his right hand suddenly poke towards the ground, and with a weak muffled "bang", he actually inserted his whole hand deep into the earth, leaving only his shoulder outside.

As the saying goes, the layman looks at the liveliness, and the insiders look at the doorway. *'s behavior really surprised Zhu Ping'an and Hemingway. It is not new to have the power to penetrate the ground, the strong is the moment when he penetrates the ground, but there is hardly any excessive movement, which shows how hard his arms are, and the speed and strength have been matched with perfect fire, and it is as easy as tofu to the tip of the knife.

"That's amazing!" Ping An thought to himself.

"I didn't expect that this kid has such a ability at such a young age, it seems that he must have been instructed by a famous teacher. Hemingway was also shocked.

"How's it going, uncle, is it okay?"* asked Hemingway with a smile.

"Well, barely passing!" Hemingway nodded.

"So, what are you capable of?" Hemingway turned to ask for peace.

"Me. Zhu Ping'an was hesitating in his heart.

"Wait, have you read the book "The Old Man and the Sea"?" Hemingway suddenly asked Ping'an, which was a habit of his.

This question was not difficult for Zhu Ping'an, who had always excelled in his studies, and he quickly replied: "It is a novel written by the famous novelist Hemingway in the 20th century, which tells the story of an elderly fisherman who fights with a huge fish in the Gulf Stream and finally wins. ”

"Bingo! Correct answer!" Hemingway's safe answer made Hemingway very satisfied, "You also passed!"

"Huh?" Ping'an almost dropped his jaw, he didn't expect to pass so easily.

"Okay, I'll sign you up. My name is Hemingway, by the way, what's the name of the two of you?" Hemingway asked them.

"My name is *!"

"Anping!"

"Okay, got it. After Hemingway finished speaking, he took out a large sum of money from his arms, raised his hand towards the front of the line and shouted: "Sign up for three people, Hemingway, *, Anping!"

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At the door of the arena, Ping An and * were very excited after getting the name tag to participate in the competition, and they carefully looked at and carefully stroked the small green smooth card in their hands.

"Then, we're going to break up here," Hemingway walked up to them, put his arm on their shoulders and said: "There is a lot of danger during the game, don't be too reluctant, when you encounter an opponent who can't be defeated, it's not shameful to admit defeat, know how to face up to the gap between yourself and your opponent, in order to keep improving." ”

"Well, I see!" Ping An said happily, feeling that he had really met a rare good person, a great good person.

"Thank you, Uncle Hemingway, we'll all work hard to meet in the final!"

"Come on!" Hemingway stretched out his fist to cheer them on.

"This guy, I don't know what he's doing, he actually mingles with the little ghost, it seems that this year's champion is about to give way!" An old man with glasses, white hair, and a white coat was in the corner of the side, watching the three of them.

"Little ghost, I like to abuse children the most, hahaha, if only I met him!" a big, tall man yelled beside him.

"In any case, he is also last year's champion, and he still has the strength, but this year's players are generally much stronger than last year. A woman dressed in a black bodysuit with a cat-shaped hat on her head said.

"Strong, I don't think there's anyone faster than me?" asked a man with a strange non-mainstream barbed head.

The woman despised him without a good face.

At the entrance on the other side of the arena, a bald boy with bronze skin stood there, dressed as a monk, very eye-catching. At this time, there was a little sweat on his forehead: "The master said that only in actual combat can you increase your strength the most, and you can know your own shortcomings and gaps.

"What's the matter, little ghost, I see you're a little nervous, take a sip of strong courage!" An old man from the East dressed in a drunken robe, holding his own wine gourd in his hand, brought his rosacea closer, and the drunken monk boy only hid back.

"It's nothing, don't be nervous, let's bet on our luck!" Behind him, a man with a little star on his forehead said to him with a poker hand.

Not far away, a man was sitting on a tourist's stool eating instant noodles, he probably felt a little cold, rubbed his hands together, and actually produced a blue flame, and baked on his instant noodle box.

A large number of contestants walked into the venue one after another, more and more.

The most conspicuous of them were three people, an Oriental man with a double knife behind his back, a strange man wrapped in a large cloak and wearing a huge hat, and the last one who walked in turned out to be a policeman in a straight and dignified* person.

At that moment, a voice was heard from inside the arena: "Please enter the tournament quickly." ”

"Alright, *, Anping, let's go inside!" Hemingway said to Ping An and led them into the arena.

"Wow!" *He'an, who had entered the arena for the first time, all let out a sigh of admiration, and the grand scene in front of them really shocked them.

It turns out that the arena inside is really big, the huge circular arena has a high square metal wall, and the space in it is equally divided into sixteen pieces, each of which is the size of a football field, 100 meters away from the perimeter, is a huge terrace-shaped grandstand, at a glance, until the sky, in front of the four stands there is a huge laser image screen, and the stands below are almost full of excited spectators. This is the world-famous Bazak Arena, a paradise for warriors, a hell of killing, and a cradle of desire.

"Players participating in this tournament are requested to enter their own arena according to the numbers displayed on the big screen and prepare for the audition elimination in the preliminary stage. "A nice presenter on the big screen prompts everyone.

Sure enough, the numbers began to be drawn on the big screens on all sides, and then the players' playing venues were randomly designated.

"What a hassle!"* said as he looked at the screen.

"Of course, there are so many people, it is estimated that it will take a while to separate them. Ping An said to *.

"I hope I don't want to be in a group with you, I don't want to share the victory with you right away!" * said with a smile to Ping An, grimacing.

"Don't be in a group with Mr. Hemingway, he's so strong!" Ping An said, recalling Hemingway's smile.

The contestants were grouped for a long time, and many spectators couldn't sit still, and some went out to eat and drink one after another. Some of the players who had finished their groups in the field also went to rest.

"Coo!" *'s stomach, which had been waiting for the results, suddenly screamed, he was hungry.

"*, are you hungry?" asked Ping'an.

"Oh, I haven't eaten since last night!"* said helplessly.

"If only Laura and Qin Yi were here, they would definitely be able to get something to eat. Ping An involuntarily looked at the audience, he glanced around, but did not see the two figures.

At this moment, a food box was handed to Ping An He*.

When Heian Kazu* looked back, it turned out to be a bald boy with bronzed skin dressed as a monk.

"Let's eat, the curry rice balls I made are a bit too much, I can't eat that much, let's eat together, don't waste it!" said the boy timidly, still a little shy.

"Oh, is it really possible?" * Excited and happy, he was so hungry.

"Ah, this?" Before Ping An could come to his senses, * had already grabbed two curry rice balls from the food box and stuffed them into his mouth.

"It's delicious!"* shouted at Ping'an. "Anping, you can eat it too!"

"Is there a problem with this rice ball?"

The boy generously stuffed a large rice ball into Ping'an's hand, and then grabbed one himself and ate it.

"The curry onigiri you made is delicious, it's the best I've ever tasted!" * As he spoke, he ate with rice grains on his mouth and cheeks.

Hearing the compliment, the monk boy was no longer restrained, and said with a smile: "Thank you for the compliment, then you can eat more!"

"Anping, you can eat too!" * Don't forget to let Ping An eat while eating.

"Oh, seeing that they've all eaten, it should be fine. Thinking of this, Ping An also took a bite of the rice ball in his hand, it was indeed delicious, the curry tasted just right, and the rice ball was fragrant and elastic.

"My name is *, his name is Anping, what's your name?" * introduced himself while eating, and did not forget to introduce Ping'an.

"My name is Nero. The monk boy said, and began to introduce himself. "I'm from the Southern Continent, and I'm here to compete to practice and train myself. ”

"I'm here to win the championship and get the prize money. * As he ate, he grabbed the last rice ball.

"Anping, what about you?" asked Nero.

"I, I'm here to find someone. Ping An replied.

"Then our purposes don't conflict, let's be good friends!" * swallowed the last rice ball, and wiped his mouth with his dirty sleeve.

"Ahh

"Well, I love making friends, too. "Ping An was also affected by the optimism and cheerfulness of *, and his guard was also lowered, and he did not expect to be able to make friends so easily here.