Thriller Game: Guest, You Are Really Perverted

The amphitheater is very large, several times larger than the largest stadium in reality.

Outside the arena stands a wall more than 20 meters high.

Above the high walls is a stepped auditorium.

The audience was already filled with dark spectators.

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All the audience in the audience were shrouded in a layer of black fog, making it difficult to see their own images.

The only thing that can be seen clearly is the three-month tooth-shaped smiling faces on their faces.

In the middle of the audience, there is a large podium.

On the platform, a masked man in a suit, top hat and microphone is pointing across from Su Ming, making introductions.

"On my left-hand side, three gladiatorial battles have been completed, and the player has incredible wrist power, and claw!"

"It has the most chaotic despair! The most murderous emotions, the most impulsive killing! Its favorite thing to do is twist its opponent into a twist with its claws like a towel!"

"Very fierce, very interesting!"

Following the direction of the masked man's finger, he looked across from him.

There is a humanoid creature with a very twisted figure.

It has a lower body that is not much different from a normal human and an upper body that looks as strong as a titan.

The strong muscles smashed all the clothes on his upper body, leaving only two pieces of cloth wrapped around his shoulders.

Its skin is gray-black, like solidified cement.

It was dotted with dried blood.

The scariest thing is its hands.

Its hands are not flesh and blood, but large claws similar to engineering hydraulic pliers.

At this time, the paws were stained with thick blood.

At a glance, you can tell that the masked man is not a joke.

Just as he looked at this ghost named Bloodclaw.

The masked man on the rostrum has already pointed the finger at him.

"On my right-hand side, is an interesting newcomer. Well, I smelled a very fragrant human smell from him~ ah! It tastes really amazing!"

"But we all know that in this desperate world, the luxury of human nature should not exist. What about our new players, W||?"

"Is he a newcomer?"

"Then he is really unlucky!"

"Haha! Let's wait and see his cry of despair!"

"By the way, the win rate for new players and enthusiastic players is 1:1. You can try to press this new player. After all, it's still rare to see such outrageous proportions!"

"Finally, I'm going to introduce the rules of gladiatorial fighting in the Arena of Death for this poor newcomer."

"The rules here are... There are no rules!"

"Only the one who kills the opponent is the winner!"

"Now... The gladiatorial fight begins!" Only when

"Ho!"

As the masked man's voice fell.

The blood claw seemed to have lost some kind of suppression and let out a wild roar.

Suddenly rushed towards Su Ming.

The filthy bloody qi rippled through the arena with its charge.

Only bloody claws stretched out from the dark red ground and grabbed towards Su Ming.

Beneath these paws are painful faces.

They were once beings who died at the hands of bloodclaws.

After their death, their souls are controlled and contaminated by bloody hands, and finally turn into human resentment, becoming the "weapon" of the monsters that kill them

"Similar quotes, but not quotes from 033? Kind of interesting!"

Feeling the resentment and coldness coming from the giant claws under his feet, he grinned, and the blood mist attached to the surface of his body suddenly spread, enveloping all the bloody giant claws in the vicinity.

As the blood mist spread, demagogic whispers sounded in the thoughts of these claw masters.

The mind is almost composed of blood claws of negative emotions, and there is little resistance to the demagoguery of the blood mist.

He defected on the spot.

The blood claw within the blood mist range turned around on the spot and killed the claw outside.

Faced with the defection of these 25-year-olds who are dominated by themselves.

Bloodclaw was furious on the spot.

However, Su Ming's human touch makes his daughter-in-law crush these traitors.

Manipulated the claws that were not seduced by the blood mist to entangle the traitors.

It itself, a gust of wind, killed Su Ming, who stood still.

"Kill!"

Opening its mouth full of rotten teeth, the blood claw let out an excited roar.

At the moment, this man's humanity has driven him crazy.

It wields ferocious metal claws that cover Su Ming.

Blood flowed from its paws.

The coagulated blood seemed to come alive at this point, becoming bright and flowing, smelling of blood, if anything, winding to Su Ming.

This is its law of killing.

As long as its opponents smell this blood, both humans and ghosts will be suppressed.

Human words, because they have no resistance to supernatural forces, will be twisted into flesh and blood towels by this force on the spot when they smell this position.

Powerful ghosts, if they are not strong, they will be suppressed; If it is weaker, it will be directly torn into a ghost puzzle.

"The mystery of the power of the ghost? It seems to have something to do with the hand... Very good.

But when this force acted on Su Ming's body, it was blocked by the blood mist on the surface of his body, forming a depression almost like the metal claw of the blood claw, making him unable to make an inch.

At the same time, he also opened his hands and grabbed his claws.

"I want it!"

Pale muscular sharp claws appeared from the void, grabbing the mechanical claws of the blood claws heavily, tightly interlocking with its fingers.

The soul hand that is several times larger than the claw of the blood claw holds the claw of the blood claw, just like an adult holding a child, the smell of a bully.

The power extracted by the soul of the hand and the power of the immortal grip work at the same time.

Directly suppressed the blood claw.

Squeak!

As the supernatural power was suppressed, the power of the blood claw plummeted, accompanied by the sound of metal distortion, and was dragged down by the soul hand.

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As if the most important life organ had been picked up, the strong upper body of the blood claw that had been dragged off by the claws, like a deflated leather ball, quickly became obscene. In an instant, it turned into a scrawny human skeleton kneeling on the ground.

"No........."

It raised its handsless arms, its shriveled face was written with despair, and it looked at the hand of the soul that was holding its metal claws into crumbs and let out a cry for mercy.

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An invisible pressure came, directly losing the puzzle pieces of the ghost, compressed into a little resentment crystallization.

On the surface of this resentment crystal, the desperate and terrifying face of the blood claw screamed.

With the disappearance of the blood claw, the blood in the field also turned into a gaseous state and disappeared, leaving only the desperate aura of absence and absence, hovering in the air.

The soul hand has absorbed the ghost puzzle of the blood claw, and your soul hand has obtained the ghost puzzle: blood nail. The existence you kill with the hand of the soul will be bound in the nails of the hand of the soul and become bloody nails.

The dark blood flowed in the palm and finally rested on the sharp dark nails of the soul hand.

Under the imprint of this dark red blood, the nails of the Soul Hand took on a strange black-red color, which was terrifying.

"Not bad."

Seeing the prompt that jumped out, he nodded in satisfaction.

He looked at the silent arena, turned around, and already opened the fence entrance at the entrance of the cave and walked in.