I Have a City in a Different World

Stepping into the dueling arena, there was an ear-piercing sound, one after another.

The audience is still roaring, cursing the fighting samurai to die quickly so that they can get rich prizes.

It's like the howl of a beast, and I can't wait to end up biting people.

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

They indulged in this bloody entertainment and couldn't extricate themselves, and when they kept screaming, they showed their ugliest gestures.

Tang Zhen sat on the chair, silently watching the fight in the center of the arena, like an ordinary spectator.

Compared to the frenzied audience around, such a gesture and expression seemed a bit out of place.

The highly anticipated performers are about to decide the winner and the loser. At this moment, there are corpses all over the dueling arena.

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

Seeing the heads roll to the ground, some spectators yelled at them for losing money.

The winner on the duel arena is enjoying the loud applause of the audience at the moment, making some vulgar and filthy actions.

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

Looking at their expressions and actions, it's like disposing of garbage.

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

Some spectators chose to leave, while others re-bet, looking a busy scene.

Tang Zhen was silent for a moment, followed the flow of people and went to the betting table.

"I want to participate in the battle 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, as if to study whether he could win.

"Dude, are you here to die?"

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

He was wearing a staff uniform, looked at Tang Zhen up and down, and then pointed his finger in one direction.

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

But I want to remind you that the pain of death in the fighting field is far beyond your imagination.

If you don't have the guts, it's best not to try it easily, so as not to be scared to pee your pants! "

The strong man's remarks 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 lunatic, it is best not to provoke it easily.

Even in the eyes of many aborigines, this is a proper performance and should be respected enough.

Following the strong man's guidance, Tang Zhen came to that room.

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

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

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

"If you participate in the death competition, come and register quickly. If you go to the wrong door, then get out of here!"

The speaker was a bearded man, wearing a short robe similar to a vest, exposing his arms like old tree stumps.

"I regestrated."

Tang Zhen walked over and said to the bearded man.

"Very good, there is another guy who will die. Welcome to the purgatory battle arena."

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

"Put your handprint on it, and then you're in a deathmatch, killing someone or being killed by someone else.

Of course, in any case, you will get the reward you deserve, and you will never lose half of your coins! "

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

"Very good, I like young people with courage!"

Seeing this, the bearded man pulled back the leather contract and threw it into the iron box beside him.

"Okay buddy, now you can go and 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 bearded man spoke, he waved at Tang Zhen and looked at another applicant standing behind him.

"Welcome mate, you have to tell me first if you're ready to be chopped up..."

Following the bearded instructions, Tang Zhen came to the next room and saw that it was full of various weapons, as well as blood-stained armor.

You don't have to guess, these are things ripped off from corpses, just for recycling.

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

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

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

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

The big man next to him asked, he seemed very incomprehensible to Tang Zhen's behavior.

"unnecessary."

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

"I often see confident young men like you, but without exception, they've all been pulled from the arena by corpse carts."

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

What's more, even if you die, you can be resurrected again, so what's there to worry about?

In the following time, people continued to enter the room and choose their own weapons and armor.

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

During the waiting process, the warriors who were preparing to participate in the death competition laughed loudly, or looked around with cold eyes.

Entering the arena later, some will become accomplices and others will become opponents.

Watching ahead can make the fight easier.

Tang Zhen was silent, like a statue, but stayed quietly in the corner.

"New kid, remember what I said, I'll turn your head off when the battle starts!"

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

When Tang Zhen came in just now, he made a gesture of slitting Tang Zhen's throat, and his expression was extremely fierce.

The two sides did not know each other, and I don't know what made this guy target Tang Zhen like this.

"I hope you have that strength, not just talk."

Looking at the warrior in front of him, Tang Zhen shook his head, too lazy to pay attention to this idiot.

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

After staring for more than ten seconds, he found that Tang Zhen didn't look at him at all, so he turned and left with a sneer.

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

Since newcomers are inexperienced, they can be easily killed, which will give them more rewards.

If you are shocked by his aura, you will be more likely to be killed by him in a duel. "

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

"He'll soon find out that he's actually messing with the wrong person."

Tang Zhen said coldly, it is impossible to care about this kind of threat, it is simply too ridiculous.

The brawny man smiled when he heard the words, feeling that Tang Zhen was just a hairy boy. When he tasted the taste of death, he would know how difficult the death competition is.

How did he know that Tang Zhen's participation in the death competition was actually for another reason.

Otherwise, with just one thought, the entire arena and the audience would be wiped out.