The lights of the tavern suddenly dimmed, and everyone did not know why, but some of the regular customers had already begun to whistle, and suddenly a pillar of light pierced through the darkness and landed on the ring, and a funny guy with a thief head and a thief suddenly jumped out of the darkness into the pillar of light. But he was unsteady and fell hard in the ring. The audience immediately burst into laughter, and the laughter was interspersed with the scolding of some regular customers: "Jill, you guy has fallen hundreds of times, don't waste time, let's start quickly!"

Jill got up from the ground in embarrassment, patted the dirt on his body, and looked around cautiously, as if he was afraid that others would find out about his ugliness. But the laughter became more intense, and even those scolding were suppressed.

It is human nature to laugh at the ugliness of others, and only take into account the opinions of others will be forbearing, but in the darkness all eyes are avoided, so people laugh unscrupulously, this ridicule is close to venting, and in the darkness vents the emotions that are suppressed in the daytime.

The clown named Jill coughed lightly at the sound stone in his hand, and the huge coughing sound instantly spread throughout the hall, and the noisy crowd fell silent instantly, but he seemed to be frightened by the sound he made, and he trembled and almost threw the sound stone in his hand. This burst into even louder laughter.

"Okay Jill, don't waste time!" a voice suddenly came from the darkness by the ring, it was Field. His words were better than the curses of countless regulars, and Jill quickly straightened his posture and said, "Gentlemen, ladies, gods, demons, welcome to the 'Eagle Arena' and watch the 'Atheist Bar' vs. the 'Eagle Bar' underground challenge.

The bar fell silent for a moment, and only his voice echoed, this Jill was extremely talented in oratory, and an ordinary sentence was recited by the twists and turns of his heart.

After a slight pause, but without waiting for everyone to breathe a sigh of relief, Jill continued: "The first to appear is our old acquaintance, Jack the Sharp-clawed Monkey!"

A short figure rushed into the ring from the darkness, bowed and quickly circled the ring, causing a roar from the audience. But it really looks like a monkey, and

Jill motioned for everyone to be quiet and continued, "And the other is the newcomer introduced by the Eagles, the Terminator - Arnold. ”

There was a heated discussion about this "stage name", with Field thinking that names like Burst Bear and Angry Wolf were cooler, while Gura thought that these names were too old-fashioned and should be called flashy names like Red Moon and Binghe, and Field immediately ridiculed these names for being like women, and the two almost got into a fight. Arthur insisted on calling the big mud pill, and at the same time met with strong opposition from the two. Fortunately, Arthur thought of the meaning of his pseudonym Arnold, so he took a name called the Terminator.

The cheers rang out again, but there was no one more in the ring again. There was a lot of discussion in the audience, was it scared away?

At this time, the pillar of time moved aside, and everyone realized that Arthur was climbing to the ring! Even the clawed monkey couldn't straighten up with a smile, but he didn't seem to be able to straighten up in the first place.

Arthur didn't mind stepping into the ring, touching his head and smiling around innocently, but it attracted more laughter. Jill leaned in and said with a smile, "Are you here to rob me of my job?" Arthur smiled at him but didn't answer.

Jill felt a chill in his heart, didn't dare to say more, and continued: "Okay, both players have already appeared, please bet." ”

At this time, waiters with trays of bets representing both sides parade between the tables. It's not about bowing your head and asking about the bettor's intentions. As expected, the odds are 1:10, and that 1 is most likely Arthur's own bet.

At this moment a waiter arrived at the table of Eve and Able, and Eve had laughed in Able's arms since Arthur had just come on stage, and could not get up at all. Able pointed in Arthur's direction and said to the waiter: "I bought him a hundred bets, because it was only a very rudimentary ring battle, and there was only one silver coin for one bet, and the upper limit was limited. But again, there are not many people who can place a hundred bets here, and the waiter immediately pays attention to it.

It didn't take long for Field's eyes to fall into this corner, and he was a little annoyed that the idea of making a big profit had failed, but after all, the other party was betting normally, but there was nothing to be done.

The betting was about to end, and Jill kept urging with a loudspeaker stone in the ring: "Don't miss the opportunity, please hurry up and bet!"

The sound of the "bell" means that the betting is over. Jill stepped out of the ring, and the underground arena did not need a referee to maintain order, only a commentator to mobilize the atmosphere. There is no place not to attack, nothing to fall to the ground to protect, failure means death, the audience also wants to see death, peace has lasted for too long, many people have not seen blood since birth, and the mediocrity of city life has made many people tired. More people are willing to spend the same amount of money to see how one person kills another than to spend the night going to prostitution.

As a result, underground arenas sprung up, recruiting fighters from the owners of various taverns, making pleads, and challenging each other. Members of the Chamber of Commerce get involved and organize competitions every year. From a few silver coins in the preliminary round to the unlimited betting in the finals, this is another important activity of the Harvest Festival for the people of Tamen compared to the grand performance of the Harvest Festival. For example, tonight's game in which Arthur participated was the preliminary round, and many similar scenes took place in different parts of the tower gate.

The name of the contest is simply "SO", and it is said to have been appointed by Sherlock Councillor, but it has not been confirmed, some say that the contest itself was organized by Sherlock, but more people believe that it was the work of the Brotherhood.

In the ring, Jack the clawed monkey vigilantly circled Arthur, and Arthur clumsily spun with it. Jack was a little relieved that Arthur's slowness was not faked. Far from being despised by Arthur's performance when he came to power, he was more cautious, and no one would participate in a game that was bound to lose, especially if the result of defeat was death. Even if Arnold's head was as bad as he was, the owner of the Eagle Tavern would never be so stupid. So only prudence, and then prudence, because prudence can help him live longer.

But he found that the other party really had nothing to be afraid of, he was just walking, and this Arnold might not be able to catch up with him. Cautious is decisive, and he believes that he can still win and survive better.

Jack the clawed monkey suddenly spun faster, Arthur immediately couldn't keep up with his speed, and then his back was attacked, and the sharp nails were tempered with something, and the scratch on Arthur's body actually produced a string of sparks.

The Clawed Monkey is a magical beast that can condense the wind element on its claws to produce terrifying lethality, and although Jack can't do this, his long fingernails can also inflict terrifying wounds on his opponents. But this time, his attack was enough to make the skin of ordinary people open, leaving only four faint scratches on Arthur's back.

This made Jack frown, as if he understood the other party's intentions. But Arthur would never be able to catch him, and if he couldn't attack the enemy, no matter how strong his defense was, it was just a target.

The audience quickly understood each other's strengths and weaknesses, and one by one they yelled "Kill him!" or they were smiling shopkeepers during the day, aristocratic butlers who never blushed with others, but they only wanted to kill another stranger by the hand of a stranger at the moment. The field was boiling with a strong fanatical killing intent, and the strong will formed by the condensation of everyone was enough to instantly destroy the will of an ordinary person.

And at this moment, Arthur is under this pressure and Jack*-like attack. But his mood was calm, as if the quiet earth could bear all the insults and hurts. The Heart of the Earth gave him more than just power.

Jack kept attacking, trying to disrupt Arthur's actions, and he also found that Arthur's key was only his eyes, but he never attacked Arthur's eyes. And as he wished, Arthur's pace became more and more flustered. All he was waiting for was the right opportunity. He yelled again and again in his heart, "Hurry up, show your flaws, let me give you a fatal blow."

It's like a picture of hell in a fabled world: the roar of demons in a distorted face, and the battle of beasts in the high rings. The frenzied killing intent filled the entire space, as if it could light the oil pot and sharpen the knife mountain.

There is no need to look elsewhere

This is hell