2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"The two of us coming to Peach Blossom Spring tonight are on official business, so that we can have a cover to cover up when your father asks."

In the hotel's underground parking lot, Yan Muyun threw away the biometric information tracking device in his hand with a little pride on his face.

Yan Long hung up his helmet and frowned, "You seem to be very excited."

"Yes, of course I'm very excited. I've been worrying too much recently. I feel hot and numb all over when I think about the opportunity to vent." Yan Muyun bared his teeth and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

There were too many bad things he had experienced recently, which kept his mood at a low point.

His goal tonight is not only to get back all his parents' brains, but also to settle all the old and new grudges about the last time he was deceived, have a good time in the Peach Blossom Land, and vent out all the pent-up emotions.

Black Umbrella, you guys should be careful, what is the value of fucking A-level awakened person plus S latent gene warrior.

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On the 13th underground floor, there is a casino hall on the first floor.

Yan Taki stood quietly in the corner with his arms folded. A battle had just ended in the arena not far away. The winner was covered in injuries and raised his hands high to enjoy the cheers of the crowd, while the loser was carried to the infirmary.

The scene in front of him was both familiar and unfamiliar. He came to Taohuayuan more than three months ago and went directly to the trading office on the fourth floor, so strictly speaking, this was his second time standing next to the arena after two years.

The first time he came, he was still in high school, alone, and beaten half to death.

The second time he came, he was already an official commissioner of the Special Branch. He accompanied his uncle and watched him beat someone on the stage.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Yan Taki did have the feeling that after being bullied by other children, he went home and asked his elders to support him.

To be honest, it's kind of cool.

Yan Muyun, wearing a blood-red lion mask, stepped onto the ring. Tonight, he was the new gladiator "Avenger".

This somewhat middle-of-the-road name fits his state of mind very well at this time.

Yan Muyun had very complicated feelings about Peach Blossom Land. Without this place, he would probably never be able to see his parents again in his life after waking up. But it was also because of this place that his nephew gradually embarked on the road of illegal crime, and his younger brother's career future was probably over.

It is true that this is the consequence of Yan Long's insistence on going his own way, and the main responsibility for both emotions and reasons lies with him, but Yan Muyun still feels that there must be Taohuayuan secretly contributing to this.

Think about it carefully, why would a new gladiator’s first fight be against one of the most popular gladiators here?

The other party happened to be a contracted gladiator under Taohuayuan itself, and even had a hidden identity as a secret executioner within Black Umbrella.

"Swearing in the name of gods" is nonsense, even dogs don't believe it.

And even if there really is a god in this world, how could He have time to check whether an ordinary female employee of an underground casino is cheating?

What's more, the terrifying odds of 1 to 10 showed from the beginning that no one thought that Yan Taki could even win.

His eldest nephew was too honest to believe that Taohuayuan was not doing anything secretly. Yan Muyun was 200% confident that the battle was definitely not a coincidence.

The "Weapon Master" was definitely a carefully selected opponent for Yan Taki. The purpose was to ensure that he could firmly hold the handle of the Deputy Director of the Special Branch.

If Yan Taki had not encountered that formidable enemy, winning a few duels with his ability would definitely not be a problem.

In this way, his parents' brains would not fall into the control of these black organizations, and Yan Taki would not be forced to be a mole for the Saint Clothes, destroying his life and future.

That’s why I named myself “Avenger” today because I didn’t have a chuunibyou. I came here with the mentality of causing trouble from the beginning.

The beautiful host's introduction to both sides ended quickly. The glass cover slowly fell and closed, and the battle began.

Yan Muyun's opponent was a guy codenamed "Thunder Emperor". He wore a dark blue mask on his face and was of medium build. He looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties.

"Guys who are named 'Avengers' have usually been severely beaten. They think they can really take revenge on someone after taking this name. In fact, garbage will always be garbage."

The Thunder Emperor is obviously a talkative gladiator who likes to talk to his opponent before fighting.

However, he was stunned the next second. He saw the blood-red lion opposite stretched out a hand, and then a wide silver-white barrier appeared out of thin air in front of him, almost filling the entire glass cover.

"What the hell?" The Thunder Emperor's tone was a little panicked, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

Yan Muyun maintained the silver barrier and moved forward slowly, and the distance between the two gradually became closer and closer.

At this time, some people in the audience have recognized him as the former "Venerable Wuji", but it only caused some discussion in a small area.

First, although "Venerable Wuji" defeated the relatively famous "Phantom", he had only fought in one gladiatorial fight after all, and there could not be too many people who knew him.

Second, many gladiators have two identities, one is used when fighting for a company or consortium, and the other is used when they are individual gladiators.

On the fighting stage, as the opponent pressed closer and closer, the Thunder Emperor finally used his superpower.

He clenched his hands into fists and gathered strength in front of him, and small white arcs of electricity crackled and flickered.

"Hey!" The Thunder Emperor shouted, punching out both fists at the same time, and two thunder snakes as thick as a baby's arms struck the silver barrier in an instant.

And then... there was no more.

"Thank you for being so careful about your powers, that's all." Yan Muyun was speechless.

The difference between the opponent's code name and the effect of the ability is really huge. It's no wonder that the odds of this game are not high, only 1 to 1.3.

Yan Muyun's steps quickened, and the silver barrier quickly forced the Thunder Emperor into the corner of the glass cover.

"Goodbye." He released his ability and punched out.

It should be said that none of the guys who can enter the arena here are efficient. Seeing that his thunder and lightning could not break the opponent's defense, the Thunder Emperor did not admit defeat. Instead, he kept waiting for the opportunity, because he had already judged the "Avenger"'s abnormality. Neng seems to have no offensive ability.

Now he has waited for his chance.

"Crazy thunder..."

He only had time to shout out the name of the move before he received an inexplicable punch on the face and lost consciousness. His body slid softly against the glass cover.

"Let us congratulate the Avengers, it was such a wonderful battle!" The beautiful host outside the venue obviously lacked confidence when she said the word "wonderful".

The glass cover was raised, and the medical staff came and took away the Thunder Emperor lying on the ground.

It stands to reason that after the fight, the winner has the right to stay a little longer and enjoy the cheers of the crowd, and these energetic spectators are also happy to support them.

However, at this time, the Avenger wearing a blood-red lion mask just stood quietly on the ring, without speaking or moving, like a wooden stake.

There was no response, and the applause and cheers quickly fell silent.

"Well... there's going to be another gladiatorial fight soon..." The beautiful host stood under the gladiatorial stage and timidly looked up at the man above.

"I'm going to keep fighting."

Avenger's five emotionless words were like throwing a stone into a calm lake, and the crowd around him suddenly became commotion.

"Well, we have no precedent for this." The beautiful host said hesitantly: "And every gladiator is scheduled in advance. If you fight one of the gladiators, then the other... "

"They can come together."

If the sentence just now was like throwing a stone into the lake, the sentence now is undoubtedly launching an RPG into the lake.

The surrounding atmosphere exploded almost instantly, and everyone was discussing or cheering with excitement.

In the corner, Yan Taki's throat rolled, and he realized that his uncle's mood might have been extremely bad. He never imagined that this good old man who usually seemed gentle and gentle could have such a domineering side.

"That...or you can do it one by one..."

Yan Muyun in the ring felt a little guilty, but his words were drowned in the commotion around him and no one heard him at all.

"Let him fight! Let him fight!"

Some nefarious people in the crowd started to stir up trouble.

"Let him fight! Let him fight!"

"Let him fight! Let him fight!"

The noise grew louder and louder.