After getting the hint, Yang Zheng had just entered the chessboard space, and another hint suddenly appeared.

"The chess field was changed, and due to the addition of chess players, this chessboard was promoted to the sixth order, and the chessboard was six.

Now that all the chess players have already selected the attributes, turn on the compensation clause.

In the sixth chess field, the chess players lose their main control, and a public vote is currently open.

Optional: Battle Chess Field, Strange Chess Field, please make your choice in one minute.

Friendly reminder, the combat aura is not a life and death battle! ”

Yang Zheng listened to the prompt, his face jumped, this guy, even if he left the game in person, he still came here.

Because of the rules, after he got off the field, he couldn't specify the sixth order, but the result was good, and this guy came to a friendly reminder with compassion.

With this seemingly hint at the back, it is actually implying that the choice of strange may be killed, and it is not obvious what everyone thinks?

After all, now that everyone is in an unfamiliar environment, how can they not choose the prompt for the sake of their lives?

However, since the other party can't control the sixth-order field, it means that everyone is the same, and Gong Tianqing may also be in danger.

And the battle field, in addition to not dying, there is something hidden.

That is, the attribute pawn bonus will be very obvious.

And the first five orders are set by Gong Tianqing, and he has an advantage when he obtains the corresponding chess pieces, or it is inevitable.

Therefore, the battle field is the most beneficial to him, strange, and everyone is balanced.

However, apparently because of a hint, it is estimated that it is impossible to balance.

After thinking about it, Yang Zheng chose the strange.

However, a minute later, as Yang Zheng had envisioned, the final voting result was that the battle field was selected.

"Select confirm, the sixth-order field is the battle field."

"The first order, the gladiatorial arena, can admit defeat."

When the prompt disappeared again, Yang Zheng had a chance to look at the new environment, which was an ancient Roman gladiatorial arena.

The whole field is circular, sandy, and seems to have a no-fly effect.

The site is surrounded by mottled stone walls, about four or five meters high.

On the walls, there are circular grandstand seats, all of which are blurred, seemingly full of people and empty.

When Yang was looking at the gladiatorial arena, the people who were fighting with him across from him were also looking around, as well as him.

Across from him was a standard black African, with dark skin and a look of a pure-blood.

He has a sturdy body and short, curly hair.

The moment the two looked at each other, they moved almost at the same time.

Yang Zheng flipped his hand and took out the Victory Sword, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

The other party was the same as Yang Zheng, a pair of gloves appeared on his hands, and his figure disappeared quickly.

In an instant, in the gladiatorial arena, only the sound of dense collisions was heard, but no one was seen.

During the collision, Yang Zheng frowned slightly, he is also a speedster?

No, the speed of the four-star vampire ancestor should be a little weaker than that of a professional speeder, and if he is a speeder, he should be suppressed in speed.

Why is the other party about the same speed as yourself?

And so on, not about the same, it's exactly the same, including the speed of reaction.

If it weren't for the completely different fighting skills and styles, Yang Zheng would even think that the other party used the mirror ability.

So, not a speedster?

During the collision, Yang Zheng's character suddenly exploded, and the victory sword automatically triggered a stiff state, and the opponent's abrupt stiffness was in place.

Good chance, although he is not a professional speedster, but the four-star Lev also fuses the five-star Jehovah.

Five-star top strength, movement speed is at most half a step slower than that of professional speeders.

It's just that they don't have the powerful abilities that professional speedsters have developed for speed.

At such a speed, half a second, you can kill the opponent ten times.

Yang Zheng's eyes flashed with golden light, and he quickly cut towards the other party's neck.

However, before Yang Zheng made a move, an equal symbol appeared in the other party's eyes, and Yang Zheng directly became a turtle crawling in an instant.

This is?

Equal-speed people?

No, being able to reverse his speed like a turtle when he is stiff is absolutely constant speed!

In other words, the other party can not only keep pace with himself, but also make himself equal speed with him in reverse.

No wonder the other party's speed just now is the same as his own, and his emotion is his speed.

Now that the other party is stiffened, he reverses the same velocity, although he is not stiff, but he has become a turtle speed in half a second.

After testing the opponent's ability range, Yang Zheng instantly chose to retreat, and the opponent's ability was obviously a melee advantage.

Blood-red flesh thorns emerged from Yang Zheng's body, strange and demonic.

A hint of jealousy flashed in the other party's eyes, and he quickly retreated.

This is? The loophole in the mind is the same as his intensive phobia at the beginning, but he consciously overcame it early on, and he doesn't seem to realize it.

Trying to find out this weakness, Yang Zheng has no means of illusion reading, and he can't establish an absolute advantage.

However, this is a good place to start.

Assigned together by gladiatorial fighting, the strength of the two should be close, at least superficially.

Thinking about this clearly, Yang Zheng's body instantly swelled, and his whole body was like a sea urchin, but with limbs and a head.

The round body, countless blood-red flesh buds emerged, extending into blood-colored tentacles.

The power of forging is activated, and the top of all the flesh thorns begins to change, all kinds of mouthparts, how terrifying how to make them.

Yang Zheng was like an indescribable thing, countless tentacles, all spreading, attacking the other party.

The exposed skin of the Isotempo Negro, the body hair that was originally invisible, seemed to stand on end at this moment.

The corners of Yang Zheng's mouth were weirdly stretched, and his smile looked very charming.

For transcendentals, self-awareness is more important than strength improvement.

Without a clear self-awareness, unable to realize their various shortcomings in time, there are obvious loopholes, and they are destined to not go far.

Under Yang Zheng's giving up his speed and using countless weird tentacle attacks, the opponent's speed also became normal, but his reaction speed was no slower than Yang Zheng's tentacle attacks.

But because of the problem in his heart, he seemed to be very busy, and he was a little flustered, and he was very afraid of Yang Zheng's tentacles, and often used three points of strength to deal with Yang Zheng's strength.

Yang Zheng seized an opportunity, and a tentacle with a strange mouthpiece on the top bit the opponent's shoulder like lightning.

"Hmmm......"

The black man of the Waiter snorted, formed a knife with one hand, and with the blessing of the glove, he cut off the head of the tentacle that was biting his shoulder.

However, before he could react, the tip of the tentacle that cut off his head came out directly.

At the same time, the tentacle head on his shoulder directly and instantly melted into black-red blood, and with a disgusting stickiness, it instantly drilled into the wound on his shoulder.

His face changed, and he tried to distance himself.

"Jie Ji ......"

Yang Zheng had a weird smile, and the tentacles all over his body were much denser, directly blocking the other party.

At the same time, each of the originally smooth tentacles began to flow, a black-red viscous liquid.

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