Chapter 25: Snake Shadow 2: A tsunami-like cheer echoes over the Death Arena.

Dior closed his eyes and spread his spirit, sensing the fierce spirit of this underground space. The consciousness was a boiling crimson, and almost every corner was filled with excitement and restlessness, as well as crazy killing intent, like a volcano erupting from everyone's passion.

For Dior, the spiritual force field here seems to be a steel-making furnace, and his spirit is like iron and stone, relying on the spiritual force field of the death arena to peel off the impurities in it one by one, restraining the spirit that leads to the skyrocketing because of cultivation.

This was a cultivation method that he had accidentally discovered.

The cultivation method provided by the Book of Initiation is not simply to improve **, but also to increase the spirit, or it can be said that the improvement of the essence of life is not limited to **. With the increase of his cultivation time, his spirit also began to climb significantly, but this is not entirely good news, although the improvement of his spirit has effectively improved his memory, reaction speed and energy, etc., but the rapid growth of his spirit has led to his ability to control the speed of growth, making his spirit like a wild horse that is about to get rid of the reins, and there has been a tendency to get out of control.

For example, he has always automatically received the feelings of the people around him and cannot actively block them, which is the manifestation of this out-of-control phenomenon, and later, his spirit can even come into contact with the invisible spiritual world formed by the entire urban human race. In his consciousness sense, it was a huge gray-black whirlpool, messy, dirty, terrifying and dangerous, just a little contact with the feeling of being sucked in and crushed, every time he needed to use the greatest perseverance to break free, this is also his more and more like to find a place where only he is there to cultivate, because only then can he most effectively restrain his own spirit.

But this is just an expedient measure, as he becomes stronger, the probability of losing control will only get higher and higher, this is due to his abnormal growth, if you want to use the fastest speed to gain the maximum strength, you have to pay the price elsewhere, and this price is inevitable, if you explain it in the words of martial arts, it is that he has stepped into the demon path.

The thirst for strength is beyond a qiē, and strength is will.

The reason why Dio is looking for stronger martial arts is not without this reason.

When Dior arrived at the Death Arena on his first day, when the battle on the spot was at a fever pitch, his spirit unconsciously lost control again and began to touch the spiritual world formed by the people in the Death Arena.

This contact made him very surprised, different from the outside world, the spiritual world in this independent space is like a flame, although it is scorching, but it is much purer than the outside, and he found that although his spirit will be constantly hurt here, but in the same way, as long as he endures it, his spirit will be sharpened more pure, and his ability to control his own spirit will be improved.

It was this kind of discovery that made him come up with this method of cultivating his spirit, and after cultivating these days, the effect is obvious, and his control over his own spirit is obviously much stronger, and the possibility of losing control is constantly decreasing.

By now, cultivating the spirit had become his main purpose in the death arena, and finding the right martial arts was secondary.

The bodies of the defeated were dragged away by the staff, leaving only a large dark brown trail on the sand, while the victors left the arena after enjoying the glory, and the death arena entered the halftime break, and the enthusiasm of the crowd began to cool down slightly, waiting for the next game to continue to erupt.

Dior also took advantage of this time period to restrain his spirit and heal his mental scars.

"Why don't you ask Old Man Haimer, does it matter if I simply become a staff member of the Death Arena? It's too wasteful to pay for it every day to come in and practice, it's much better to be a staff member, it's all open at night anyway, I can explain to my parents that I'm going to work, and I can even explain the source of money in the future." ”

Dior looked at his empty pockets again, and his mind was racing around the alternative way, and thinking about the idea of coming to the death arena to work seems to have some truth, the more he thinks about it, the more reliable it is.

While he was considering the feasibility of the idea and the various alternatives, the next and last group of players of the day began to take the stage.

Dio flipped through the introduction book, which said that this was a battle between the chief disciple of the Gray Scale Sect and the third elder of the Galloping Horse Hall.

Gray Scale Gate, a strange name.

Dior is a little curious about the name of this sect, generally speaking, the name of the sect will choose a more imposing one, such as the Lion Roar Gate, the Battle Dragon Hall and the like, or a higher artistic conception, such as the Chixia Sect, the Baiyun Sect is like this, and this sect is called Gray Scale, which is neither prominent nor artistic conception, and even a third-rate small sect will not choose this name.

Soon Dior figured out the origin of the name.

He looked up and saw that the two players were already standing in the middle of the field. The man on the left is probably in his forties, with a top body** , wearing grass green military pants, bronzed, muscles like a poured cement pillar, with a galloping horse tattooed on the back, giving people a sense of brutality and civilization mixed together, and the one on the right is a young man about thirty years old, wearing a black leather vest on the upper body, revealing streamlined muscle lines, compared to the strength of the opponent, he looks very calm, his eyes are calm, like a poisonous snake lurking under the water, waiting for the opportunity to strike a fatal blow, and what is more special is that his forehead, neck, side and back of hands have some gray scales, densely stacked together, looking like moldy moss from a distance, I don't know if it is born or because of special exercisesIf it is the latter, then the origin of the name Grey Scale Gate is clear.

"Prague with the Grey Scales. ”

"Benn of the Galloping Horse. ”

The two players simply saluted each other, and then pulled away from each other for nearly ten meters.

A bell rings, and the battle officially begins.

Just a moment after the bell rang, Prague of the Grey Scale Gate had already rushed forward in a low voice, his posture was very strange, his body was leaning forward forty-five degrees, his head was behind his feet, his arms were thrown behind him, and almost in a moment he came to Benn's face, like a snake that turned to pursue the enemy.

Drink!

In the face of the opponent's strange posture, Benn burst into drinks, stepped forward with his right foot, and the yellow sand flew where he stepped on, and the tragic momentum of a battlefield battle was instantly formed, while stepping down with his right foot, starting from the root of his right foot, layers of muscles pushed upwards like waves one by one, and finally his right fist swung out violently when the flow squeezed his right arm.

Sou!

The sound of breaking the air was like a quick blade breaking through the air, and then the violent force brought a gust of wind, and the strong air pressure squeezed forward like a tornado, and before the fist arrived, the air flow had already pressed heavily on Bragg's face, squeezing the skin and flesh of his face out of the deep ditch.

With just one punch, all the audience felt that they could crush the momentum of a qiē.

This punch completely brought out Benn's own explosive power and the essence of the secret technique of Liematang, and shrouded a large area in front of Benn in the fist, so that Prague had nowhere to dodge, no way to dodge.

In the face of this opponent's strongest punch, Bragg's face showed a hint of fierceness, and he didn't dodge and met Benn's punch with his right shoulder.

With a muffled pop, Dior, who originally thought that half of Prague's body would be collapsed by this blow, was surprised to find that the muscles where Prague was hit shook for a while, and actually made Ben's fist slide outward, and he took the opportunity to bully in front of Bragg, and the arms that were originally dragging behind Huo threw forward and hit Benn's throat and heart respectively, pulling out an explosion in the air, the human eye couldn't keep up with the speed of his hands at all, and the speed was not inferior to Benn's previous punch.

Boom!

At the last moment, Benn turned his left arm to block the finger that pierced his throat, and his body turned shorter, and he used his shoulder to push away the hand that was originally stabbed to the heart, but the price was that a large piece of flesh was ripped off from his shoulder, and the blood dripped on the sand, raising a little dust.

Ben En didn't have a painful expression at all, but there was amazing excitement in his eyes, as long as the martial artist who was seeking the Tao understood that this was the excitement of encountering a strong enemy, and the eyes of the enemy in front of him also radiated the same light.

In the next moment, the two of them had entered the most dangerous hand-to-hand combat, with elbows, knees, shoulders, and heads, all the parts that could attack were used by them in actual combat, and the sound of limbs clashing with each other was endless, and countless blood droplets mixed with sweat scattered out, falling one brown spot after another on the ground.

A fierce battle unfolded in an instant.

For the battle between these two people, Dior couldn't blink from the first time, this was the fiercest battle he had seen in the past few days, and the tragedy made him feel like he was there, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

Most of the rest of the audience thought similarly to him, and the cheers were noticeably quieter, and they all watched this rare fight intently.

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like it was just a moment of time, and in an instant, the red light flashed, and the two figures had been thrown out separately, and they both staggered a few steps, and almost at the same time regained their footing.

Seven or eight meters apart, the two looked at each other, and their eyes were full of unquenchable fighting intent.

The two people in the field did not move, and the audience on the sidelines did not have any impatient urging, time passed little by little, and slowly, the sound of heavy breathing began to echo in the field.

It was Benn who moved first, he suddenly trembled all over, knelt on one knee, his right fist slammed into the ground, and with a bang, a ball of intense red light appeared behind him, and then it seemed like an invisible hand pulling the red light, slowly pulling it into the shape of a horse, flickering and dimming, and could disappear at any time.

Wow!

The audience exclaimed, and Dio's eyes also showed a solemn look, he knew that this was the sign of entering the martial arts - the fighting spirit was manifested, and if it could really turn into a clear horse shape, then it would mean that he had officially stepped into the ranks of martial artists.

At this time, the phantom of a pitch-black giant snake began to appear around Prague on the other side.

At the same time, the two of them launched an attack on the martial artist together!