Gao Wu: Starting from killing chickens to conquer the starry sky

Around the stands, many people were stunned when they saw this scene.

An experienced veteran in the fighting field was kicked off the stage by a novice so easily.

Someone looked at Ye Ran and chuckled, "This little guy is not bad. He didn't fall for it."

"Indeed, he has rich combat experience and his combat power is not weak."

"At this age, he can reach the level of a quasi-warrior. How can he be a mediocre person? It's normal to have such combat power."

The people in the stands smiled and turned their heads to look at other people.

Every day, there are a few decent newcomers in the fighting field, but they are just okay, not enough for them to care too much.

After defeating the thin middle-aged man, Ye Ran walked off the fighting stage.

The referee gave him the thousand yuan that the thin middle-aged man had just bet, and also replaced him with a green wristband.

This wristband is no different from the previous one. The only difference may be that there is an extra number "one" on it.

Ye Ran took a look and was a little confused.

The referee said expressionlessly: "This one represents the number of wins, which will increase with the number of wins, and will be cleared directly if you lose."

"If you achieve ten consecutive wins, you can get an additional 5,000 yuan as a reward from the fighting arena."

"Five thousand?"

Ye Ran's heart moved slightly, five thousand was enough for him to win five times.

He walked onto the fighting stage again and began to wait.

Not long after, another young man in his early twenties soon walked onto the stage.

The young man seemed quite happy and proud, and from time to time he glanced at the green wristband with the word four written on his wrist.

Then he looked at Ye Ran and smiled gently: "Go all out later, or I'm afraid I'll hurt you by mistake."

"Okay!"

Ye Ran nodded seriously.

The next moment.

The two of them moved at the same time and rushed towards each other.

Then.

The young man felt dizzy, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he had been shaken off the fighting stage.

After a moment of hesitation, he looked at the wristband with the word four written on his wrist with a blank face.

Didn't I win four consecutive games?

How, how...he's coming down so soon?

The referee next to him looked at Ye Ran on the stage with a face full of shock.

Damn, he was already considered strong among the quasi-warriors for winning four consecutive games, but he was still defeated by this kid in one move.

And he controlled his strength so well that he didn't hurt this confused little fool at all, which means he still has some strength left!

He suppressed his shock and replaced the wristband for Ye Ran who came down again with an expressionless face.

Ye Ran went on stage again and waited.

The young man just now had a very gentle attitude and no hatred or grudges, so he naturally wouldn't hurt the other party.

Next, two more people came to challenge one after another.

But without exception, they didn't last a single move.

Then both of them were confused and doubtful about their lives, just like the young man who lost not long ago, squatting outside the No. 6 fighting stage where Ye Ran was to watch the battle.

They didn't even go up to the stands, just squatting there, determined to find out the reason for such a complete loss.

Nothing else.

Although they were not top-level quasi-warriors, they were not rookies in the fighting arena. They had seen quasi-warriors of all strengths.

But this guy was kicked off the stage before he could even see clearly. This was really a bit far-fetched.

There were big screens in the fighting arena.

Three people were squatting stupidly on the No. 6 fighting stage, which quickly attracted attention.

In the stands, someone looked at Ye Ran with surprise.

"Isn't this the little guy just now? He won four games in a row so quickly?"

Another person also straightened his back slightly, "It's interesting. It seems that he may have the strength of a top-level quasi-warrior, otherwise it would be difficult to win so quickly."

Top-level quasi-warriors refer to quasi-warriors with at least 95 blood and qi points.

"Now there is a top-level quasi-warrior who has won five games in a row and has gone to find this little guy. How about going to see him and place a bet?" The person next to him suggested.

"Forget it, don't worry, he is just a quasi-warrior. Even if he is a talented young man with good potential..."

The person who just spoke shook his head and stopped talking halfway.

Suddenly, a slightly surprised voice came from the side, "Win!"

"The boy on the No. 6 fighting stage won again, and this time he defeated him with one move!"

Hearing this, several people were shocked, and then they hurriedly got up and rushed to the No. 6 fighting stage.

When they arrived, their pupils shrank slightly.

Under the ring, the referee was replacing the wristband for the boy, and the number on the wristband had changed to seven.

Seven consecutive wins!

In just two or three minutes, the boy actually defeated two more people!

This scene was projected on the big screen, causing an uproar.

Although the main attraction of the Black Three Fighting Arena is the battle between warriors, there are also many quasi-warriors, occupying one-third of the venue.

At this moment, such a fierce newcomer suddenly appeared, which immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Even in the exclusive room at the highest point of the stands, there were footsteps, as if someone had walked out.

Ye Ran took the wristband and frowned when he heard the people around him talking about him.

"How do they know I'm not very old, only seventeen or eighteen?"

When he tested his blood and qi before, he used a blood and qi detector, not a blood and qi chamber, so it should be impossible to measure age information.

"You exposed yourself." The referee said meaningfully.

"I exposed myself..."

Ye Ran's face suddenly changed, "The voice, right? I forgot to cover up the voice, but the voice can be imitated. How can they be so sure that I'm not very old?"

"Of course it's not just the voice."

The referee paused, stared at his hood, and said with a strange expression: "The Ultraman hood is so conspicuous, even a person can guess how old you are."

"wipe!"

Ye Ran looked embarrassed and quickly returned to the ring.

At this time, a fat man with a fleshy face and a height of two meters jumped on the stage, smiled ferociously at him and said: "You brat, come here and die, and give grandpa an eight-game winning streak!"

Ye Ran squinted his eyes, a bit of evil flashing in his eyes.

The people around him were all shocked when they saw this fat man.

"Big Fatty Su is actually this vicious person!"

"This guy has the strength of a peak quasi-warrior, and his attacks are brutal, either maiming or injuring him. This young man is in trouble!"

"Yes, this young man is merciless. Even if he is strong, he is no match for such a villain."

Suddenly, more and more people gathered around.

At this time, in the highest room of the fighting arena, a middle-aged man wearing a dark golden mask slowly walked to the railing of the stands.

He cast his eyes with interest.

Someone happened to look up and saw the dark gold mask, and suddenly lost his voice: "Master of the fighting arena!"

Hearing this shout, everyone was shocked. They didn't even care about the battle that was about to begin on the ring, and all looked upward.

The master of the fighting arena is a strong martial artist who is rarely seen in person.

It actually came out this time.

"Master of the fighting arena?"

Ye Ran's heart moved slightly and he raised his head and glanced above.

Seeing this, the fat man opposite had a stern look on his face, "Fuck your mother, you bastard, you dare to be distracted. I'll see if I don't peel off your skin so that your mother won't recognize you!"

Hearing this, Ye Ran's face turned gloomy.

His taboo is that some people say that his parents are no longer alive!