"Your badge," the waitress in the cool leopard print leather coat winked at Su Ling, "Top Atama, you look like an out-of-towner, but I decided to bet on you, would you be interested in having a drink later?" ”

Su Ling took the badge, which was both an admission ticket and a status symbol, and politely declined the woman's invitation: "I'm sorry, my goal is clear, and I can't waste too much energy." ”

The woman was a little disappointed, after all, the man in front of her had just qualified for the Atama challenge in the test, that is to say, at least he was a B-level hunter, and he looked pleasing to the eye and had a unique temperament.

Su Ling's temperament, placed elsewhere, may be above average, but in the savage place of Zeta, it is simply a clear stream - compared to those guys whose muscles grow to the brain.

He walked out of the reception room, played with the badge in his hand, and was about to go to the podium to see the demeanor of his opponents first, but was stopped by a person.

"It seems that the warriors of foreign countries have attracted the attention of many girls."

The visitor stood in front of him, a playful smile on his face.

No one dared to look at her directly, except for Su Ling, all the staff and fighters lowered their heads and knelt down on one knee.

Su Ling didn't expect to run into Menes here, or did the other party do it on purpose?

The queen of the desert is as sexy as ever, revealing a smooth and flat abdomen, a slender waist with obvious signs of exercise, and wheat-colored skin, with just the right muscle lines, and decorated with silk and precious stones, outlining curves that are enough to make any man's heart move.

She stared at Su Ling with emerald jewel-like emerald eyes, which were alert and playful, with the feeling that a cunning Persian cat was watching its prey.

Su Ling didn't dare to slack off, and respectfully bowed his head to avoid the other party's gaze: "Charm probably can't make my enemies show mercy, strength is the truth here." ”

Menes was satisfied with his answer, nodded slightly, and the cat's ears on the top of her head and the cat's tail behind her shook slightly, and those who knew her well knew that this indicated that the queen was in a happy mood:

"It's good that you have wisdom, Zeta's warriors lack that, I want you to shine, but don't let me down, or my warriors won't show mercy."

After speaking, she waved her hand and gently moved the lotus step away: "Okay, I still have a lot of things to do, hehe, I hope to see you in the final battle......

Light footsteps stepped on the aisle, and the people on both sides did not dare to raise their heads, and they could not relax until the queen left completely.

Su Ling couldn't help but glance at the back of the queen leaving.

In addition to Menes's eye-catching sleek back, there is also a figure that stands out.

A man wrapped all over his body under heavy armor.

The man was completely bound by his armor, unable to see any posture or expression, like a moving piece of armor.

Strangely, the armored man walked, but silently as if a cheetah was hiding in the shadows.

But the sense of oppression he gave Su Ling was as heavy as a mountain.

"Presumably that is the Queen's personal bodyguard, the last champion - sandstorm, strange, why do I have the illusion of seeing him somewhere......"

Su Ling thought to himself, for some reason, the other party gave him a familiar feeling, but he couldn't remember it, and no one in his memory could match the sandstorm.

Only when the queen left completely did everyone raise their heads and look at Su Ling with half awe and half curiosity.

How long has it been since Her Majesty has shown favor to an out-of-towner?

All kinds of conjectures have sprung up in people's hearts, but no one knows the origin of Su Ling, so they don't know anything about the agreement between him and the queen, so they can only make up for it.

Su Ling was a little suffocated by their gaze, and hurriedly quickened his pace and left the test site.

After qualifying for the venue, Su Ling's competition schedule has also been set, just tomorrow.

The opponent is an A-class fighter who wears a pair of sharp fists, can smash diamonds with his bare hands, and superhuman speed and strength, combined with his ability, is enough to destroy a building in a short time.

This kind of master who fights in the arena of life and death is far more terrifying than hunters of the same level in actual combat, if it weren't for the low survival rate, Zeta would have unified the three kingdoms a long time ago, and there are other countries to speak.

Su Ling didn't dare to take it lightly, and came to the viewing seat early, carefully thinking about the battle that took place in this cruel arena.

It was the first time to participate in this kind of human-to-human slaughter, which could be said to be a completely unfamiliar territory, and he fixed his eyes firmly on the two fighters in the arena below, for fear of missing a little detail.

Both sides are A-level masters, and one of Scarface is his opponent tomorrow, making a machete, with traces of blood on the serrations, and a face of horizontal flesh, which is enough to stop the child's night cry.

The other is relatively thin, but strangely has six fingers, and the weapon used is also very strange, it is a strange-shaped weapon similar to a double-cut ring blade, which is described as a figurative point, that is, he took two rotating blades and rested them in his hands, like blood droplets used by Jinyiwei.

The battle was about to break out, Scarface first scratched a few blood marks on his chest, smeared scarlet on the knife, licked it, and roared at the opponent in front of him:

"Little man, go back to your mother's belly and play with the spinning top!"

The dwarf assassin's face was gloomy, and his sharp-beaked monkey cheeks were like a small monkey, but those cold eyes made people shudder.

Speaking of which, the blade he used to twist the head loop is indeed like a spinning top in his hand, but every time he fires, he has to take people's lives.

The skinny guy used his six fingers to flick the round blade in his hand, and the sharp serrations rotated at high speed, both inside and outside, this dangerous weapon was not good, and the first thing to fall was his own fingers.

In the face of Scarface's provocation, he didn't answer, but retreated to the sidelines gloomily: "My knife will remember the taste of your blood." ”

The strong man with the machete snorted coldly, and there was not much ink, and roared at the referee's table: "Hey, don't you shout to start?" ”

With the referee's order, the atmosphere on the field was suddenly raised to a climax, and countless people shouted the titles of the two fighters with red eyes, trying to suppress each other's momentum.

Su Ling sat on the viewing platform in the highest column, the people here were all fighting skills on the edge of life and death, their minds were exceptionally clear, they were not crazy like those gamblers, but indifferently observed the battle below, and anything they learned from it could save their lives in the future.

Carrying a machete the height of a man, Scarface lunged towards the thin man, swooping down on its prey like a hungry tiger, and the whole field trembled.

If it weren't for the Templar Mage reinforcing the land, the Fighting Arena would have collapsed.

Su Ling noticed that he was not just as strong as that, every time he landed, the entire stadium would vibrate rhythmically.

"Do you want to create momentum first, block the other party's view, and hide your abilities?"

Su Ling thought to himself, as expected, this guy should have the ability to manipulate shock waves, in order not to let the opponent be vigilant, he first pretended to be reckless, showed arrogance, and finally deliberately showed his strength, making people mistakenly think that the power that was enough to shake the earth was his ability, so as to ignore the hidden killing moves.

Before the battle began, the game had already been played, and Su Ling was secretly frightened, if he faced this guy on the stage, maybe he would be like those audiences, and he would feel that Scarface's ability was strength enhancement.

The people on the stage don't have the God's perspective of the spectator seat, and the time to react is pitiful, and the inexperienced guy will definitely misjudge, and then try to dodge the attack with the advantage of agility.

It is conceivable that those who do this will inevitably be shattered by the power of shockwaves that are enough to shake the earth.

It seems that the reckless guy has such a plan, this Shura who crawled out of the arena of life and death may not know anything else, but for fighting, he is definitely a top conspirator.

Is this a real and brutal battle between human beings?