Stepping into the duel arena, there was a harsh sound immediately coming, one after another louder than before.
The audience was still roaring, cursing the warriors who were fighting to die quickly so that they could get generous bonuses.
It's like the roar of a wild animal, eager to bite someone.
This kind of money with the smell of blood makes the audience feel exciting and exciting, and many viewers are completely out of control emotionally.
They were intoxicated with this kind of bloody entertainment and couldn't help themselves. When they kept screaming, they showed the ugliest posture.
Tang Zhen sat on the chair and silently watched the fight in the center of the field, like an ordinary spectator.
Compared with the crazy audience around him, this posture and expression seemed a bit out of place.
The performers who have been watched by everyone are about to decide the winner. At this moment, the duel field is full of corpses.
The warrior, covered in blood, is waving the weapon in his hand to finish off the enemy who has lost the ability to resist.
Seeing the heads rolling to the ground, some spectators yelled and cursed because they had lost their money.
The victor in the duel field was enjoying the loud applause of the audience and made some vulgar and obscene actions.
The personnel responsible for collecting corpses pushed carts into the duel arena and loaded up the mutilated corpses.
Judging from their expressions and movements, they look like they are disposing of garbage.
Clean up the corpses and simply clean the battlefield, and the next fight will soon begin.
Some spectators chose to leave, while others placed bets again. It looked like a busy scene.
Tang Zhen was silent for a moment and followed the flow of people to the workbench where bets were placed.
"I want to participate in a combat competition, where do I need to go?"
Looking at the staff behind the bars, Tang Zhen asked in a calm tone.
The spectators around him looked at Tang Zhen curiously, as if they were studying whether he could win.
"Man, are you here to die?"
A strong man looked at Tang Zhen and asked in a puzzled tone, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Wearing a staff uniform, he looked Tang Zhen up and down, then pointed in a 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 arena is far beyond your imagination.
If you don’t have the guts, it’s best not to try it easily, otherwise you’ll wet your pants!”
The strong man's words made the surrounding audience laugh, but no one took the opportunity to mock him.
Anyone who dares to participate in this kind of death competition is basically no different from a lunatic. It is best not to provoke them easily.
Even in the eyes of many indigenous people, this is a proper performance and should be respected enough.
Following the strong man's guidance, Tang Zhen came to the room.
There were many people in the room, and they all had fierce auras on their faces. They looked like the kind of guys who had died more than once.
When they saw Tang Zhen walking into the house, the strong men all looked up and down with malicious eyes.
There were even some guys who made gestures like cutting Tang Zhen's throat, with provocative expressions on their faces.
"If you want to participate in a death match, come here and register. If you go to the wrong door, get out of here!"
The speaker was a bearded man, wearing a short robe similar to a vest, exposing arms like old tree stumps.
"I sign up."
Tang Zhen walked over and said to the bearded man.
"Very good, here comes another guy who wants to die. Welcome to the Purgatory Fighting Arena."
The bearded man laughed, pulled out a contract from the side, and slapped it on the table.
"Put your fingerprint on it, and then you can participate in a death competition, either killing others or being killed by others.
Of course, no matter what, you will get the remuneration you deserve, and you will never be short of half a copper!"
Tang Zhen pulled the contract, glanced at it casually, reached out and pressed his fingerprints on it.
"Very good, I like young people with courage!"
Upon seeing this, the bearded man pulled back the leather contract and threw it into the iron box next to it.
"Okay buddy, now you can choose your weapon and wait for the end to start the battle.
I hope you can live longer, I don’t want to see your cute little head among the broken corpses in the next car.”
When the bearded man spoke, he waved to Tang Zhen and looked at the other applicant standing behind him.
"Welcome, buddy, you must tell me first if you are ready to be chopped into pieces..."
Following the bearded man's instructions, Tang Zhen went to the room next to him and saw that it was filled with various weapons and armors stained with blood.
You don't need to guess to know that these are things ripped off from corpses just for recycling.
"Come on young man, choose a set of armor of your own. It can make you die slower."
Someone shouted to Tang Zhen, while pointing at the rags.
Tang Zhen walked forward, picked up a rusty two-foot bronze sword, and stood beside it silently.
"Young man, you don't need a suit of armor?"
The big man next to him asked, seeming very confused about Tang Zhen's behavior.
"unnecessary."
Tang Zhen glanced at the strong man and said in a light tone.
"I often see confident young people like you, but without exception, they are all pulled out of the duel by corpse trucks."
The big man smiled and said that he actually didn't 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, 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 cart and threw the weapons and equipment that had just been removed from the corpse into the house again.
While waiting, the warriors preparing to participate in the death competition laughed loudly or looked around with cold eyes.
When you enter the fighting arena later, some people will become your allies, while others will become your opponents.
Observing things in advance can make the battle easier.
Tang Zhen was silent, like a statue, just staying quietly in the corner.
"New little guy, remember what I said, when the battle starts, I will twist your head off!"
A warrior standing nearby suddenly looked at Tang Zhen and said in a vicious tone.
When Tang Zhen came in just now, he made a gesture to cut Tang Zhen's throat, his expression looked extremely fierce.
The two parties were strangers to each other, so I don't know what made this guy target Tang Zhen like this.
"I hope you have the strength, not just talk."
Looking at the warrior in front of him, Tang Zhen shook his head and was too lazy to pay attention to this idiot.
Seeing Tang Zhen's reaction, the warrior "Jie Jie" smiled strangely and stared at Tang Zhen with cold eyes.
After staring for more than ten seconds, he realized that Tang Zhen was not looking at him at all, so he turned around and left with a sneer.
"Hey, you have to be careful, that guy specializes in bullying newcomers.
Because newcomers have no experience and can be killed easily, this will allow them to get more rewards.
If you are intimidated by his momentum, you will be more likely to be killed by him during a duel."
The strong man in charge of guarding the weapons said to Tang Zhen, looking like he was watching a good show.
"He will soon find out that he has messed with the wrong person."
Tang Zhen said coldly, it was impossible to care about this threat, it would be too ridiculous.
The strong man smiled when he heard this. He felt that Tang Zhen was just a young boy. Once he tasted the taste of death, he would know how difficult the death competition was.
How did he know that Tang Zhen's participation in the death competition actually had other reasons.
Otherwise, with just one thought, the entire arena and audience will be completely destroyed.