Earth, China.

Zuan City.

Yanbei University, No. 5 Teaching Building, Room 5402.

On the podium, the tutor with a pair of dark circles under his eyes weakly perfunctory the students with PPT.

Under the podium, almost all the students' eyes were focused on the window seat on the left side of the penultimate row of the classroom - Zhou Zhe.

Two months ago, a voice from above resounded around the world.

The other party arrogantly announced: Earth was included in the list of participating stars in the Cosmic Gladiatorial Arena.

Every once in a while, He would randomly select a group of "gladiators" from Earth to please His existence.

He, not Him!

The power shown by the other party is almost like a god!

No one knows who His name is.

Obviously, what the other party said did not belong to any language system on the earth, but people from all over the world could understand what he meant.

He was quick to prove it......

Do what you say!

Regardless of age, gender, race, status!

Workers, farmers, management of Fortune 500 companies......

American tramp, Wall Street financial genius, ordinary white-collar ......

Scientist, 996 yard farmer, teacher, Dongying high school student, Huaguo otaku......

As long as they live on Earth, as long as they are human, no one can escape from the selection of gladiators!

As of today, the Cosmic Gladiatorial Arena has forcibly recruited eight batches of earthlings!

The number of people in each group varies, from the smallest group of only five or six people to the maximum group of hundreds of people.

According to the statistics of enthusiastic people, so far, there are 465 participants on the earth.

And ...... who have survived to this day

There are only seven people in total!

1.5 percent survival rate!

Zhou Zhe is one of the ninth batch of cosmic gladiators to be recruited!

The gods, who are well versed in the truth that it is better to be happy alone than to be happy in all, will be broadcast live at the beginning of each gladiatorial fight, and all earthlings will be forced to accompany them.

After watching eight cosmic gladiatorial battles, everyone no longer has much hope for the quality of earthlings.

Compared with the vast majority of aliens, earthlings do not have an advantage in terms of physical fitness, knowledge, or combat experience.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhou Zhe's lifespan is likely to be only seven days!

Zhou Zhe...... It's pathetic. ”

I don't know who started it, but as soon as these words came out, the classroom instantly became noisy.

"You say, will he survive?"

"I heard that the gladiators who survived were rewarded with superpowers!"

"Playing with fire, flying in the flesh, the power of frost...... It's like a Devil Fruit with no side effects! I don't know if there is a written wheel eye, white eye, reincarnation eye, and reincarnation eye? I want it so much! ”

"Brother, isn't the power system in Chinese mythology fragrant? Gluttony, Kunpeng, Big Peacock King, Lingming Stone Monkey, all good! Taking 10,000 steps back, the power system in "Breaking the Sky", "Jiang Ye" and "Covering the Sky" is really invincible until the back! If you like the Western fantasy power system, it's also cool to choose the mysterious sequence in "The Master of Mystery"! ”

"Heh, what kind of stinky fish and rotten shrimp is Kunpeng? A weak stroke, can you beat a ninja? What's more, who the knows what gluttony is! I've never heard of it! As for the fighting gas? Do you want to laugh to death? ”

"This dead troll is really going to ruin the atmosphere, ignore him!"

"Zhou Zhe, listen to me! If you can survive, remember to exchange your points for the cultivator system! This can be taught to others! ”

"Are you stupid? Redeeming sword cultivation is the right solution! Cultivate fast and fight fiercely! It's many times stronger than a traditional cultivator! ”

"It's the same as you've seen cultivators, it's all here to pull the calf......"

"The Sword Immortal is indeed handsome, fashionable and worth full marks, and it flies strongly, but consuming points to tailor an extraordinary system is the king!"

"Listening to what you said, I envy Zhou Zhe a little!"

"Tsk...... Would you like to swap things with him? ”

"Neurotic! Of course not! I haven't meowed enough yet! ”

"That's right! Fighting an alien gladiator is no different from committing suicide! The mortality rate of this Nima is even more exaggerated than the legendary first main god space, who can withstand it! ”

Standing in the crowded classroom, the instructor shrugged helplessly, glanced at his watch, and sighed, "That's all for this class, you guys...... Let's study on your own. ”

After speaking, he walked briskly out of the classroom.

The emergence of the cosmic gladiatorial arena has brought great changes to the earth.

Perhaps the number of people who die from gladiatorial fights is far lower than those who die from car accidents and colds, but the despair index of humanity has risen dramatically, and it seems that everyone has become more "presumptuous" because of this.

A professor in the prime of life who suddenly announced his resignation.

A professional e-sports player who suddenly rushed out of the compartment to play live PK with his opponent when the game reached the point of life and death.

The top traffic star who officially announced that he came out.

Fire the boss squid, and come to a programmer boss who travels on a walk.

Zhou Zhe, who was the focus of the topic, finally woke up from his trance.

"I ...... Elected? ”

Zhou Zhe looked blankly at the black sword and shield pattern that appeared on the back of his hand—it was the symbol of the cosmic gladiator, the imprint left by the gods.

He raised his head, glanced at the wall clock next to the projector, and silently calculated the time: "Five minutes have passed since the announcement of the ninth batch of electees!" ”

"That is, I've wasted five minutes."

Zhou Zhe stood up abruptly, squeezed through the swarming classmates, and stumbled out of the classroom.

In the classroom, a girl in a long gray dress looked at Zhou Zhe's departing back faintly, her eyes flashing, her red lips clenched, and she seemed to be entangled in something.

……

Zhou Zhe walked through the tree-lined paths, man-made lakes and the East District cafeteria, walked out of the school gate, took the No. 15 city bus, passed through seven stops, and finally arrived home.

Go upstairs, pull out the key, and push the door open.

Zhou Zhe, whose brain was blank, came back to his senses and found that he was already sitting at home.

"Another half hour wasted!"

He subconsciously grabbed his hair, and a look of pain appeared on his handsome face: "There is no time to waste!" ”

"That's not right...... It can't be like this! ”

"If you want to do things quickly, you can't do it."

"I have to calm down to have a chance of surviving the Cosmic Gladiatorial Arena in seven days!"

As soon as he thought of this, Zhou Zhe took a deep breath and swallowed it. Half a sound, before the turbidity gas was spewed out.

The pounding heart finally barely returned to its normal rhythm.

After wandering around the room for a while, Zhou Zhe took out an old notebook covered with dust from the bookcase and found another pen.

"Let's learn from Robinson Crusoe."

"Use the borrowing and lending form to analyze my current situation."

"The first disadvantage: As an earthling, compared with the vast majority of alien races, my physical fitness is inferior, and the survival rate of 1.5 percent is not a joke!"

"Then, the first advantage: two months ago, after the first cosmic gladiatorial fight, I began to consciously exercise my physical fitness."

"Running, push-ups, squats, crunches, pull-ups, frog jumps, burpees, ......"

"At least, I took the initiative to train myself!"

"Now I am much stronger than I was two months ago in terms of stamina, agility, strength and explosiveness! The survival rate is definitely higher than the average number of participants on Earth! ”

In this way, Zhou Zhe writes a disadvantage, and then an advantage, and the cycle repeats, hoping to clear his mind, find a way to break the game, and find a way to survive!

When Zhou Zhe wrote two full pages, the door was suddenly pushed open.

A middle-aged man in a brown coat with greasy hair slammed into the door.

He threw himself on the couch with a strong smell of alcohol.

This is Zhou Zhe's father, Zhou Yulin.

His gaze fell on Zhou Zhe's wrist, and when he saw the black sword and shield brand, he was stunned for a moment, and said drunkly: "Huh? You kid...... Drafted? ”

Every cosmic gladiator who is selected has been specially marked by the gods, and anyone whose eyes fall on them will immediately get this information.

The Cosmic Gladiator Brand cannot be faked!

Blasphemers who try to fake tattoos have already paid with their lives.

"Yes."

Zhou Zhe nodded, looked at his sloppy father, and had a vague expectation in his words: "In seven days, I may be going to die, so ......"

Before the words fell, Zhou Yulin took out his mobile phone with a strange smile, clicked on his friend group, and began to send voice messages: "Brothers! My son Zhou Zhe has been called to become a cosmic gladiator! ”

"Now, the dealer opens!"

"If you press him alive, you will pay ninety-eight, and if you press him to death, you will pay ......"

The light in Zhou Zhe's eyes instantly dissipated, and he threw the notebook aside with an expressionless face.

This guy is still the same drunkard and gambler.

Maybe I shouldn't have had hope.

"Son, do you have any money left over from your part-time job? Give it all to me! ”

Zhou Yulin said.

Zhou Zhe just stared at the other party coldly and didn't say a word.

Seeing this, Zhou Yulin's face changed, as if he had thought of something, and he was suddenly furious, and roared: "Grass! Don't tell me you're paying the full bill! ”

"You're dead, what are you doing paying for tuition? More than 10,000 yuan is just like that? No way! I'm going to go to the school leaders right now for an explanation! ”

After squirting, the middle-aged man pushed the door out.

I don't know how long later, there was a knock on the door.

"Excuse me...... Is Zhou Zhe at home? ”

The crisp girlish voice like a yellow oriole awakened Zhou Zhe, who was as stiff as a sculpture.