Infinite Sims

I saw the other corner of the bloody forest.

Two figures slowly emerged, they were actually a person and a dog.

The man was about thirty years old, wearing a custom-made jungle hunting suit, with a shotgun and a crossbow behind him.

The whole body of the dog is dark, slender and restrained, and it can be seen at a glance that it is an excellent hunting dog.

"The first battle in the true sense!"

Jiang Ren, who was in the small room, switched the sights of the two spirit summoners back and forth, observing the environment of the fighting space through their senses.

This person and dog are his summoning spirits.

To put it in a more correct way, this twin soul summoning was actually one of the nearly hundred lives he experienced in the hunter world.

The humanoid summoning spirit is thirty-two years old.

Strength, speed, stamina, balance. Almost all of them are in his size, the peak of human beings that can be achieved, and he is also a master of wild survival, wild hunting, proficient in long-range guns and crossbows, and proficient in melee daggers.

In a sense, this humanoid spirit summoner represents the pinnacle of an ordinary human being. In the right environment and given enough time, he can easily kill prey ten times or a hundred times his size, whether it is birds or beasts, or It is the same prey of human beings.

And the dog next to him called the spirit.

It is one of the descendants of Xiaobai who grew up with him at the beginning. Strictly speaking, this is the fourth generation.

It may not be the strongest dog, but it is definitely the strongest hound, which is obtained through several generations of selection and countless experiences.

This is why Jiang Ren believed it.

The reason why this gladiatorial battle can be won by relying on the instinct of summoning spirits.

Moreover, gladiators have ranks. As long as Eric still has face, it is impossible to arrange an overly strong opponent for a newcomer participating in a gladiator for the first time. Otherwise, even if he wins, he will only get ridicule.

"Is the battlefield a bloody forest?"

Jiang Ren looked at the forest full of blood and gunpowder smoke, and recalled that Vivienne had asked him what kind of space he liked at the beginning, and he suspected that she had done something wrong.

After all, the arena was managed by her father before, and she might also have some small authority.

He originally wanted the two summoning spirits to use their full strength, but when he saw the forest, he changed his mind and gave an order not to show too much strength.

"Holy Mother, it turned out to be twin soul callers!"

Outside, the commentator let out an exclamation, instantly breaking the tranquility of the entire arena.

"It's really unexpected. Although these two summoning spirits are compared to pig-headed barbarians, just like children are compared to adults, they are weak and helpless, but..."

As soon as the voice of the commentator changed, his emotions rose in an instant: "This is twin spirit summoning! We have reason to believe that their small bodies contain powerful power. This gladiatorial fight is no longer a one-sided crushing, but an evenly matched battle. fighting!"

Woo--

A muffled horn sounded.

Jiang Ren found that the shackles on his two summoning spirits disappeared.

But in the blink of an eye, the hunter, who found that he could move, made a gesture, and the hound quickly rushed into the forest, and it followed closely behind.

From the perspective of hunters and hounds, bloody trees kept flashing before Jiang Ren's eyes.

During this process, they did not cause any other sounds except for the faint sound of their feet stepping on the dead leaves.

Actually.

This little sound was also covered by the rustling of leaves blown by the wind.

The battlefields in the gladiator space vary in size.

Some are very large, some are very small. In order to prevent some overly large battlefields from turning into boring games like hide-and-seek, and to control the time of each gladiatorial fight, the entire battlefield will gradually move towards the center as the horn sounds at the beginning. zoom out.

"However, this is just a regular gladiatorial fight. For some popular gladiatorial fights, the speed of shrinking the circle will be much slower."

Jiang Ren recalled the rules of the wrestling space, and didn't have any worries about this wrestling.

I don't know if it was influenced by him, but these two spirit hunters and hounds have a vague sense of crisis. Although they are not as sensitive as the "beast instinct", they still have the effect of five or six layers.

"Little one, where are you?"

The pig-headed barbarian's spirit summoner, Sisi's voice sounded over the bloody forest: "Come quickly to Uncle's arms, Uncle will love you very much!"

The summoner can only observe the scene of the gladiator space by summoning the spirit.

But it can spread one's own voice throughout the space. On the one hand, it is convenient to attract mutual hatred, and on the other hand, it will also increase the visibility of the gladiatorial fight.

In some gladiatorial fights, there are also some examples where the weak use words to stimulate the strong, thereby making the opponent lose their minds, revealing their weaknesses, and finally defeat the strong with the weak.

This has also led to the fact that veterans who have gone through many gladiatorial battles, no matter how much their combat experience has increased, will say that their experience is better than the other.

"Yes, I am looking forward to it."

Jiang Ren smiled and passed his own voice.

To him, this kind of provocation is not even a tickle. It can only be said that although this is a reconstructed world, without the bombardment of Internet information, most people lack the ability to be refined and easy-going.

Through the Hound's point of view.

Jiang Ren finally saw the opponent of the wrestling, Huan Ling, a pig-headed barbarian monster walking upright with a thick wooden stick.

With just one glance, he knew that he couldn't fight in close combat.

With such a huge body, the strength, defense, and explosion of monsters far exceed the limit that ordinary people can achieve. They can only be outsmarted and cannot be defeated.

The hunter, who fought by instinct, immediately reached for the shotgun on his back.

As long as the special bullets are replaced, the pig-headed barbarian in front of him is just a large wild boar who knows how to use tools and can walk upright. He can finish the opponent with a few shots while standing.

"No guns!"

Jiang Ren immediately conveyed his meaning to the past. There is no need to expose his guns in such a winning situation. This may gain a momentary awe, but the subsequent disadvantages will outweigh the benefits.

And he also wanted to see how powerful this pig-headed barbarian summoned spirits were.

The hunter removed his hand from the pack.

Quietly retreated into the woods on one side, took out some things from the backpack, and prepared to set up a few simple traps.

The hound quietly followed the pig-headed barbarian, warning him while preventing it from getting out of his sight.

"The twin spirits of shit, a puppy, and an ordinary person, are you sure this is not a spirit summoning of the life department?"

Seeing that the hunter was the first to spot his opponent, he chose to back away. The excitement that the audience had been aroused by the twin spirit summoning gradually subsided, and many people even cursed.

"Holy Mother, why did I pay several times the price to watch such a boring gladiatorial fight?"

"I bet that the twin soul caller will be smashed into a pulp with a stick."

"No, I bet it's two sticks!"

Vaguely.

Jiang Ren heard a small voice from the arena above.

"It's really irritable."

Jiang Ren shook his head, but didn't care.

In various fighting competition scenes in the real world, the audience is getting more and more crazy.

What's more, this kind of spirit-calling gladiatorial fight, which is no different from the real one and ends with the life and death of one party, is far more bloody than the picture, and the audience here will only be crazier.

"However, it's time."

Jiang Ren switched his gaze back to the hunter, and murmured, "A wild boar is just bigger, so it doesn't need many traps."

Boom!

A gunshot rang out in the forest.

"little guy!"

The pig-headed barbarian was like a shark smelling blood, holding a wooden stick with a tip thicker than a normal person's waist, and sprinted towards the direction of the sound.

The huge body made the ground tremble faintly.

soon.

The pig-headed barbarian saw a big tree from a distance, revealing a section of black clothes.

"The human-shaped spirit summoner has been discovered. Our poor little gladiator will lose his first battle because of this mistake."

The commentary sounded again, and it was unclear whether it was regret or ridicule.

A person's energy is limited.

In the huge blood-colored forest, most people prefer to focus on the obviously stronger pig-headed barbarian. They have already lost sight of that thin humanoid spirit caller.

"ended!"

The pig-headed barbarian laughed wildly, his running body jumped suddenly, and fell from a height of more than three meters, swinging the wooden club heavily at the big tree in front of the piece of clothes.

Snapped!

The big tree and the clothes behind it were broken in half.

But before the pig-headed barbarian had time to be happy, the moment he landed, he let out a scream.

He raised his left foot in pain, and on the sole of the foot covered by calluses, there were several half-finger-long nails that had been deeply pierced into the flesh.

On the side, dozens of nails covered by fallen leaves can be clearly seen.

"Holy Mother, the pig-headed barbarian was injured."

The voice of the commentary was a bit surprised: "And the tree he hit just now is not the humanoid evoker, but just a black dress. Sure enough, as I said, this gladiatorial fight will not end so easily. "

In the words, he completely forgot that he was not optimistic about Jiang Ren several times.

"Can anyone tell me what happened, why the pig-headed man was injured?"

"Idiot, didn't you see that he fell into the trap?"

"It's just a simple trap, the pig-headed barbarian can't be fooled a second time!"

The audience in the stands couldn't help discussing. Although the pig-headed barbarian was injured before he even saw a shadow, most of them were more optimistic about him who took the initiative to attack.

"Despicable little one, get out of here!"

The pig-headed barbarian relied on his thick skin and thick flesh, so he didn't pull out the nails. Instead, he swung his stick wildly, smashing the surrounding trees to pieces, trying to find out the spirit who had designed himself with traps.

"The outcome has been decided."

Jiang Ren smiled lightly.

Compared with other spirits that have more advantages in physical abilities, the hunter summons not only a hound spirit with a similar heart, but also can take out the things that have been used from the backpack.

Including but not limited to simple trap props, and some powerful shotguns.

"Wow!"

The hound seemed to be frightened by the sound of destroying trees, and ran out from behind a tree in a hurry, preparing to escape from here.

The speed was so fast that it was about to disappear into the woods ahead.

"Don't try to run!"

The pig-headed barbarian didn't know that he was facing twin spirits, he just thought that everything just now was done by this dog-like spirit.

Immediately, using his uninjured right foot as a fulcrum, he quickly spun the wooden stick in both hands, and threw the wooden stick forcefully.

With a strong wind, the huge wooden club flew towards the hound's position.

"Come out, come out!"

At this moment, the voice of the commentary became agitated: "This is the violent throw of the pig-headed barbarian. With this stick, even a two-story building will be turned into ruins. Can the dog-shaped spirit caller escape?"

Boom!

The wooden stick hit the ground and immediately raised a large cloud of dust.

Just when the pig-headed barbarian was about to check the results, he felt a pain in his back.

It was a short arrow.

Half of the short arrow sank into his flesh, but after being cushioned by the thick fat, the arrow got stuck in the muscle under the fat.

"Coward, get out!"

The pig-headed barbarian became furious immediately, knowing that he had been tricked, but before he could make a move, another short arrow landed on his back.

However, this also allowed him to find the person who shot the short arrow.

The other party was standing on a big tree with dense foliage, wearing a strange green dress, the shape was no different from that of a human, and holding a short crossbow.

"Coward, you finally dare to show up!"

The pig-headed barbarian roared wildly, and was about to rush over.

However, just after taking two steps, he fell to the ground with a plop, his body twitching non-stop, and he lost control of his body.

"The nails and short arrows are fully coated with quick-acting anesthetics that can fascinate two elephants, but they lasted for so long."

Jiang Ren was not very satisfied with the performance of the anesthetic.

The opponent's performance also disappointed him. Originally, the hunter's fighting instinct, and considering that he might have a premonition that something was wrong with his body, and then made some behaviors such as running away, he also set up a few traps around to use anesthesia to make up the knife. It ended so simply.

The hunter jumped down from the tree, and the hound rushed out from the forest to follow. The hunter came to the pig-headed barbarian's head and aimed the short crossbow at the pig's eye.

"No, it's not fair."

Sisi's berserk voice resounded above the Scarlet Forest: "Shi Yong, you little bastard, you little bastard with no father or mother, fight me head-on if you have the guts!"

Because of the effect of the anesthetic, his spirit-calling pig-headed barbarian could no longer make a single sound.

The hunter's finger, which was about to pull the trigger of the short crossbow, suddenly stopped.

There was some light in those godless eyes, as if Jiang Ren had entered the hunter's body, and he showed a gentle smile to the pig-headed barbarian: "I don't want others to die in front of me, so please live as long as possible." It should be longer!"

Sisi had a bad feeling: "What are you going to do to me?"

Click!

A short arrow went deep into the pig's face.

Sisi immediately let out a scream of pain. As the pig-headed barbarian's spirit summoner, the injury and death of the spirit summoner would also have a great impact on him.

Jiang Ren unhurriedly reloaded the short crossbow, and then avoided the eyes of the pig-headed barbarian and shot another arrow. The non-fatal damage caused another scream.

And then.

The third arrow, the fourth arrow, the fifth arrow

It wasn't until the pig's head, which was bigger than a basketball, was densely filled with arrows, that the pig-headed barbarian finally died under the screams of his summoner Saixi.

And this lasted for several minutes of repeated actions.

It also silenced the audience cheering for the victor when the hog-headed man fell.

It is obvious that this human-shaped spirit is not strong, even weaker than most of the spirits that have appeared in the Rose Arena.

But looking at him, many people felt an inexplicable chill.

Only a few people understand why this is.

A powerful summoning spirit does not necessarily make people feel terrible. Only such a summoning spirit that can make people feel hopeless is the most terrifying existence.

"What a cruel kid."

Eric, who watched the entire gladiatorial fight, looked sideways at Junichiro Sato standing behind him: "Junichiro, if reality is a revenge novel, then this kid must be the protagonist in it, and you are the villain."

Junichiro remained expressionless: "This novel will end with the death of the main character."

Eric smiled and said, "You're so sure? You know he didn't use his full strength."

"He is no match for me."

Junichiro cherishes words like gold, with a slight chill in his eyes.

Thinking of the woman who wanted to die, he sighed in his heart, he shouldn't be soft-hearted.

A VIP room not far away.

"Miss Vivian!"

Silvia hugged Vivienne's hand, looked up at her pitifully, eyes full of fear and fear.

Vivienne asked with a smile, "What's the matter? Did someone bully you?"

"Miss, will Shi Yong trouble me?"

Xiluweiya's eyes were clouded with tears.

Thinking of the scene of shooting a living pig's head into an arrow just now, she shuddered, feeling that she would also be filled with arrows in the future.

"Don't be afraid, you haven't offended him."

Vivian rubbed her head gently.

Sylvia wanted to cry but had no tears: "But...but I stared at him hard."

"With me here, he dare not do anything to you."

Vivian patted her chest, and in the trembling waves, made a promise.

"Thank you miss."

Sylvia nodded, feeling a little relieved.

But I still made up my mind to stay away from that kid with some eye problems.