Shackles fell to the ground.

Yan Jing was dirty, and the tattered prison clothes that he tore off casually followed.

The light reflected the man walking towards the Yongdao crossing, with cloth shoes on his feet, orange trousers, shirtless upper body muscles, dragon and tiger tattoos entrenched on the left and right, his head on his shoulder, and his pupils seemed to be embellished with blood, which was particularly eye-catching.

"What's going on with this guy...... He doesn't know if the ring outside is alive and dead, tonight's boxing champion will definitely be able to beat him to death, yes, be cruel enough, it's better to even smash his brains out, fuck ......"

Holding a deflated cigar in his hand, the fat pig man shook his ears, and his empty hands hurriedly picked up a silk scarf to wipe his sweat, paused, and whispered to himself with a surprised face,

"I've seen photos of him when he was in prison, it shouldn't be like this, the momentum is not right, where did those tattoos come from?"

After waiting for a while, there was no response next to him, and the fat pig man couldn't help but turn his head to look at the rat man who came in with him, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The rat man who was still thinking about "selling meat" before did not know when he was already lying on the ground, and there was an extra blood hole in his heart.

What's going on?

The fat pig man was full of horror and wanted to come forward to check, but halfway through, he felt chills all over his body, as if he was being targeted by a fierce beast, he didn't dare to stop anymore, and staggered to the other end of the road.

At the top of the corridor behind him, Tiger Firefly's hook claws were embedded in the stone wall, retracting its long tail that shimmered with cold light.

At this time, Yan Jing didn't care what was happening behind him, his ears were filled with heavy metal electronic music, and the high-pitched rhythm and drum beat were enough to make ordinary people's minds dizzy and uncontrollably excited.

Stepping out of the Yongdao crossing, he was greeted by a chaotic light that flickered incessantly, Yan Jing half-narrowed his eyes, his pupils shrunk, and noticed three cameras that looked like seagulls floating in front of him and above his head.

The world is much more technologically advanced than you might think, as various advertisements in the form of holographic projections are looping above the venue, with the occasional highlight from the past.

Of course, the content is without exception a one-sided abuse.

There is no doubt that this is a gladiatorial arena that is not bound by the law, and here, there is no such thing as throwing in the towel.

As stated in the background of the event, the power represents the final interpretation here.

Failure is death!

The gladiatorial arena was projecting Yan Jing's expression onto the big screen in the center of the ring.

The grim face like a knife and an axe, without the slightest fear in it, and the half-squinted eyes flashed with fierce light like a fake sleep before the hunting of a wild beast.

The audience was silent for a few seconds, and then they became more and more noisy.

Yan Jing, who quickly adapted to the light, finally saw the situation in front of him clearly at this time.

The corridor is connected to the "ring", which is basically a large sandy area made of strong barbed wire, and Yan Jing can see the blood-colored gravel, broken flesh, and broken teeth that have not been cleaned all over the ground at a glance.

The hundreds of seats around the ring were crowded with "people", and as far as the eye could see, without exception, the human torso had the limbs or organs of beasts, and it didn't look like a mutation, but a human body transformation like the guy in the corridor.

The scaly snake man has a forked tongue in his mouth, but he is wearing a suit that symbolizes a gentleman; The birdman, whose arms were covered with feathers and whose fingers had become sharp claws, hissed loudly; There are more rat people, who are short in stature and have a very low status, and they all sit in the farthest position.

Yan Jing could feel that these guys were not real demon beasts at all, but half-human and half-demon mongrels, with no strength at all.

Lu Wu Jinyan didn't even bother to tell if they were a threat to Yan Jing.

"Hey, don't pose, in a few seconds it will be just a lump of dead meat."

A sarcastic laugh sounded from his side, and Yan Jing turned his head to look, and saw a guy with pitch-black wings on his back, a crow's head, and an exaggerated sequin costume holding a microphone passing by him, and finally landing on the railing that was riding high in the air, and his sarcastic words were also spread by the microphone.

For a time, there was malicious ridicule and all kinds of foul language on all sides.

Yan Jing stood in front of the corridor, moving his muscles and bones to himself, becoming more and more silent, but his eyes were locked on the other end of the passage.

There was a huge black shadow slowly walking out.

Nearly three meters tall, a fat body like a mountain of flesh covered with thick black bristles, muscular limbs retain human characteristics, but the head has completely turned into a pig's head full of needlework marks, two yellowed fangs protrude from the lips, and a dark purple moxican head on the top of the head.

Look at this or a wild boar?

"Vermilion! Vermilion! Vermilion! ”

Seeing the protagonist on the stage, the atmosphere inside and outside the ring suddenly became fanatical, and this Zhu Guan just glanced at Yan Jing and found that his height was only up to his waist, and his body like a "thin bamboo pole" grinned and spit out a mouthful of spit to the side, directly ignoring the latter, and began to jump in place with the music, making exaggerated movements one after another.

"The ring competition has officially begun, and it seems that our champion doesn't take the challenger seriously at all, he ......"

The host announced the start of the fight, holding the microphone in one hand and gesturing the floating camera with the other to capture the expression on the challenger's face, which he knew was the audience's favorite thing to watch.

However, by the time the camera was adjusted, Yan Jing was no longer in place.

The sand and gravel in the venue were splashed, and a correction shadow was soaring, and the distance of more than ten meters was just a blink of an eye!

Sensing that something was wrong, Zhu Guan hurriedly stopped what he was doing, and smashed his hands into a hammer in front of him.

It's a pity that as soon as the hammer on his side fell, Yan Jing had already kicked the former's wrist and soared straight into the air, and all the eyes embedded in the fat could see was a figure shrouded in dazzling colored light.

Whew~Bang!

The sand splattered several meters high like a hammer smashing, and the audience rose one after another, continuing to chant Vermilion's name, as they saw that the battle was over.

And that was true, but the bloody scenes they wanted to see didn't happen.

Instead, the behemoth body of nearly 500 kilograms was whipped away by one leg, and the figure suddenly overturned in the center of the field.

The cheers came to an abrupt end, and the half-human crows in the audience and above the ring fell silent.

Accompanied by the rhythmic drum beat, Yan Jing landed on the head of the Zhu Guan, whose neck was twisted at a hundred and eighty degrees, stepped on his fangs, raised his chin, and glanced at the audience outside the cage, his expression still indifferent.

Suddenly, he bent down and broke the fangs of the vermilion mane, turned around and threw it at the host above his head, and waited until it hit his forehead before he said expressionlessly,

"What are you doing, I heard that you can go home as long as you pass three levels...... How many people are there in your gladiatorial arena, I'm in a hurry! ”

"Hey, what is this guy doing, didn't he say that he just came out of prison, the information says that he was locked up in a fight, untouchable..... This is just a pariah, how can he kill Zhu Guan! ”

The boss's roar came from the headset, and the half-demon host trembled, and even the wings that were often maintained behind him shook off a lot, and hurriedly responded,

"It's okay, Zhu Guan is just the champion tonight, not the sign of our gladiatorial arena, this is a ...... Well, this is an opportunity, boss, I think the audience is tired of watching one-sided torture, and this kind of scene of turning defeat into victory can stimulate them even more, let them know that even the individual elite of the human race is not as good as those of us who have evolved blood purifiers! ”

Zhu Jian is a gladiator who has been carefully trained in the gladiatorial arena recently, and the money spent on publicity alone is tens of thousands, and now he is kicked to death by a person who came out of nowhere, and the owner of the gladiatorial arena can't accept it.

However, now that it had happened, all they could do now was to do everything possible to make amends, and the host picked up the microphone with a trembling voice, knowing that the next battle must be won.

The Colosseum needs a strong gladiator to end this awkward scene and get tonight's gladiatorial fight back on track......

"It seems that there is a strong challenger tonight, and Zhu Guan's negligence has made him pay a heavy price, but it doesn't matter, we still have the king of the dark night in the gladiatorial arena, let's chant his name together!"

"Blood Bat King! Blood Bat King! Blood Bat King! ”

Zhu Guan's death undoubtedly aroused the anger of the surrounding audience, and they also couldn't accept that a person who had not undergone any transformation could defeat a blood purifier whose transformation progress had exceeded seventy percent, and his strength was close to that of a demon soldier.

Looking at the audience who became enthusiastic again, the host secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Yes, there will definitely be no problem with the Blood Bat King in the gladiatorial arena tonight, as long as he descends in the ring and attacks the guy who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, the situation will inevitably change.

Now they are in dire need of a hearty slaughter to rekindle their sense of superiority as blood purifiers.

The lights in the arena turned blood-colored in an instant, a sharp roar came from above the ring, and a humanoid monster like a vampire flew down from the dome, arms wide open, leaning on membranous wings to glide over the ring, its dark flesh covered with blood-colored lines, and its three-petaled mouth open, revealing a dense patch of fangs.

Its hunt is about to begin......

The next second.

The light overhead was obscured by a figure.

The Blood Bat King looked up blankly, just as he saw Yan Jing raise his leg in the air and slash down, his heel already in front of him!

Tom~Bang!

The hideous head made close contact with the ground of the ring.

Yan Jing stepped on the top of the gladiator's head again, looked at the half-demon who had fallen from the microphone in his hand, and asked in a cold voice,

"Is that the only way?"

"Kill him! Now, kill him now! He will never be allowed to leave the Colosseum! ”

Two gladiators were killed in a row, and the boss behind the gladiatorial arena roared in the VIP box not far away, and the cracking sound of the object echoed in the host's headphones.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Yan Jing heard the dense footsteps in the corridor behind him and the sound of guns being loaded, and couldn't help but be stunned for half a second.

He's still thinking about completing optional tasks.

Was it too heavy just now?

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