Return from the second dimension

Stepping into the duel arena, there was an ear-piercing sound immediately, higher than the other.

The audience is still roaring, cursing the fighting warriors to die quickly, so that they can get a huge bonus.

Like the howl of a wild beast, waiting to bite.

This kind of bloody money makes the audience feel excited and excited, and the emotions of many audiences are completely out of control.

They were intoxicated by this bloody entertainment, and they showed the ugliest posture when they kept screaming.

Sitting on the chair, Tang Zhen silently watched the fight in the center of the venue, like an ordinary spectator.

Compared with the frenzied audience around, such gestures and expressions seem a little out of place.

The highly anticipated performers are about to decide the winner and the duel is now full of corpses.

The bloody warrior is waving the weapon in his hand to end the enemy who has lost the ability to resist.

Seeing people's heads falling to the ground, some audience members yelled because they were killed and lost money.

The victor in the duel is now enjoying the loud applause of the audience and making some vulgar and dirty moves.

The personnel in charge of collecting the corpses, the carts entered the duel arena, and packed up the dilapidated corpses.

Looking at their expressions and movements, it's like dealing with garbage.

Clean up the corpse, simply clean the battlefield, and the next fight will soon begin.

Some spectators chose to leave, and some spectators re-bet, looking like a busy scene.

Tang Zhen was silent for a moment, and followed the flow of people to the work table where the bet was placed.

"I want to participate in combat competition, where do I need to go?"

Looking at the staff behind the bars, Tang Zhen asked in a calm tone.

The surrounding audience looked at Tang Zhen curiously, and seemed to be studying whether he could win.

"Man, are you here to die?"

A strong man looked at Tang Zhen and asked in a confused tone, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

He was wearing staff's clothing, looked up and down Tang Zhen, and then pointed his finger in one direction.

"You can go there and someone will meet you and tell you what to do.

But I want to remind you that the pain of death in the fighting arena far exceeds your imagination.

If you don't have the courage, it is best not to try it lightly, so as not to be scared to pee!"

The brawny's words made the surrounding audience laugh, but no one took the opportunity to ridicule.

Dare to participate in this death competition, basically no different from a madman, it is best not to easily provoke.

Even in the eyes of many aborigines, this is what it should be and deserves sufficient respect.

Following the guidance of the strong man, Tang Zhen came to the room.

There were a lot of people in the house with fierce aura on their faces, and they looked like the kind of guy who had died more than once.

Seeing Tang Zhen walking into the house, the brawny men looked up and down with malicious eyes.

There were even some guys who made cut-throat gestures to Tang Zhen, with provocative expressions all over their faces.

"If you participate in the death contest, then come and register quickly, if you go to the wrong door, then get out of me quickly!"

Talking is a bearded man, wearing a short robe similar to a vest, showing his arm like an old tree stump.

"I regestrated."

Tang Zhen walked over and said to the beard.

"Very well, here is another guy who will die. Welcome to join the purgatory fighting arena."

The bearded man laughed, pulled out a contract from the side, and slapped it on the table.

"Put a fingerprint on this, and then you can participate in the deathmatch, either by killing someone or being killed by someone else.

Of course, in any case, you will get the reward you deserve, and you will definitely not lose half of your copper!"

Tang Zhen pulled through the contract, glanced casually, and reached out and pressed his fingerprints on it.

"Very good, I like courageous young people!"

Upon seeing this, the beard pulled back the leather contract and threw it into the iron box next to it.

"Okay buddy, now you can choose your weapon and wait for the end to start fighting.

I hope you can live longer. I don’t want to see your cute little head in the next car of corpses."

When the beard spoke, he waved to Tang Zhen and looked at the other applicant standing behind him.

"Welcome, buddy, you must first tell me if you are ready to be chopped up..."

Following the instructions of the beard, Tang Zhen came to the next room and saw that it was piled up with various weapons, as well as armor and armor covered with blood.

You don't need to guess that these are all scraped from the corpse, just for recycling.

"Come on, young man, choose your own armor, it can make you die slower."

Someone shouted at Tang Zhen, and pointed at the tatters at the same time.

Tang Zhen stepped forward, picked up a rusty two-foot bronze sword casually, and stood beside him silently.

"Young man, you don't need a suit of armor?"

The man next to him asked, he seemed to be very confused about Tang Zhen's behavior.

"No need."

Tang Zhen glanced at the strong man and said in a light tone.

"I often see confident young people like you, but without exception, they are all pulled out of the duel by the corpse truck."

The big man said with a smile, actually he didn't care about Tang Zhen being killed, after all, it had nothing to do with him.

What's more, even if he dies, he can be resurrected. What is there to worry about?

In the following time, people kept entering the room, choosing their own weapons and armor.

Others pushed the car and threw the weapons and equipment that had just been taken off the corpse into the house again.

While waiting, the warriors who were going to participate in the death competition joked loudly, or looked around with cold eyes.

After entering the fighting arena, some people will become accomplices, and some will become opponents.

Observe in advance to make the battle easier.

Tang Zhen was silent, like a statue, just staying quietly in the corner.

"Newcomer, remember what I said, after the battle begins, I will twist your head off!"

A martial artist standing next to Tang Zhen suddenly looked at Tang Zhen and said in a vicious tone.

When Tang Zhen came in just now, he made a gesture of cutting his throat to Tang Zhen, his expression looked very fierce.

The two had never met each other. I don't know why this guy made this guy target Tang Zhen so.

"I hope you have that strength, more than just talking."

Looking at the martial artist in front of him, Tang Zhen shook his head, too lazy to talk to this idiot.

Seeing Tang Zhen's reaction, the warrior "Jie Jie" smiled strangely and stared at Tang Zhen with a gloomy look.

After staring for ten seconds, he realized that Tang Zhen hadn't looked at him at all, and then turned and left with a sneer.

"Hey, you have to be careful, that guy specializes in bullying newcomers.

Because newcomers have no experience, they are easily killed, which will allow them to get more rewards.

If you are frightened by his aura, it will be easier to be killed by him during a duel."

The brawny man in charge of guarding the weapons said to Tang Zhen, looking like he was watching the show.

"He will soon discover that he actually got the wrong person."

Tang Zhen said coldly, it is impossible to care about this threat at all, it is simply ridiculous.

The brawny man smiled upon hearing this, feeling that Tang Zhen was just a hairy boy. After he tasted the taste of death, he would know how difficult death competition is.

How did he know that Tang Zhen participated in the death match for another reason.

Otherwise, the entire arena and spectators will be wiped out in just one thought.