2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Is my opponent determined?" Yan Long wore a black fox mask covering his eyes and held a long stick in his hand. He looked a bit like an ancient knight.

Xiaojing stood beside her with a tablet in hand, nodded and replied: "It's confirmed, the opponent's code name is [Weapon Master], and the odds between you and him are 1 to 11.3."

After hearing this number, Yan Taki's pupils contracted. 1 to 11.3 means that if someone bets 100,000 on himself, then if he wins, the other party will get 1.13 million.

This somewhat exaggerated numerical ratio can speak for itself. It means that the probability of winning is extremely small in the minds of the staff responsible for adjusting the odds.

"Why haven't I heard of this person?" Yan Long subconsciously turned to look to his side, only to see the other person secretly looking at him with sympathy.

"Ah?" Xiaojing reacted and blinked.

"I haven't seen this person on your Jieke video account in Taohuayuan." Yan Long frowned slightly.

Xiaojing explained: "The Weapon Master is a contracted gladiator affiliated with our Taohuayuan, and his battles are generally not recorded."

"You have really tried your best to catch my dad." Yan Long's voice was cold.

When I fought with their contracted gladiators in Peach Blossom Spring, I could tell with my heels what the opponent must have done.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. This battle was not deliberately arranged by us. I heard that the master suddenly wanted to end it on a whim tonight, and he happened to run into you." Xiaojing waved her hands repeatedly, then raised four fingers and looked serious. road:

"I swear in the name of the gods."

Yan Taki glanced sideways at her and nodded slightly.

Today, unlike the old times a few decades ago, God truly exists in this world, and few people dare to swear in His name at will.

Time passed slowly, and Arena No. 6 was vacated.

"I bet myself...50,000." Yan Long dropped these words calmly and walked towards the stage with the stick in hand.

He had to admit that the odds had reached such a terrifying proportion that it had somewhat affected his mentality.

Yan Taki's original plan was to test the waters with his first bet of 100,000 yuan. As a newcomer, he would be able to get around 300,000 to 400,000 yuan after winning, which was almost enough. He would find other ways to borrow the remaining money.

And even if you lose, 100,000 yuan is still within control. At worst, you can participate in two more games in the future. As long as you can win one of them, you can ensure that your principal will not be lost.

Win 1 out of 3, this is the worst-case scenario that Yan Long has set for himself, and it is also the lowest and lowest bottom line.

He has never been arrogant. Even though he feels that most of the gladiators here are mediocre, his fighting attitude is still extremely serious.

However, the high odds of 1:11.3 still made Yan Long feel a little heavy. Facing an opponent with unknown abilities, he decided to reduce the first bet to 50,000 yuan after much thought.

As long as I win Grandpa's surgery fee, it's enough. If I lose...it won't be a big problem.

"Tonight the red team is one of the most popular gladiators in our Peach Blossom Land, [Weapon Master]!" The beautiful host on the high platform only said one sentence, and the sound behind her was drowned out by the cheers of the surrounding spectators.

Yan Taki stood on one side of the arena and glanced around with cold eyes, and found that the number of spectators gathered here was a bit scary. Not far away, Arena No. 5 and Coliseum No. 7, which were originally bustling with atmosphere, looked empty in comparison, and there were many people walking towards them in a steady stream.

It was obvious that these guys couldn't be coming for me, a newcomer. The reason why this strange phenomenon happened was obviously because of the unshaven, cloudy-looking middle-aged man opposite.

This so-called "weapon master" was wearing a dirty-looking white training uniform, with a hunched back. He stood there with bare feet and empty hands. He neither held a weapon nor looked like a master at all.

"His current record is an astonishing 37 wins and 2 losses. His superb fighting skills and dazzling offensive methods are the reasons why all viewers love him, and he has also attracted a large number of admiring challengers. However, for the master It is said that if the superpower is not above level B, it is impossible to pose any threat to him."

"Tonight, what kind of visual feast will the weapons master known as the 'C-level mass murderer' and 'B-level quality inspector' bring us? Let's wait and see!!"

The female host's introduction caused a burst of cheers from the surrounding spectators, but the face under Li Taki's mask relaxed slightly.

This was because he was sure of one thing. The fighting style of the "Weapon Master" on the opposite side was similar to what he expected.

[Quality Control] This ability is strong, but it is only a little afraid of elements, telekinesis, and energy.

The suppression and field control abilities of these awakened beings are too strong. Even if they throw a coin at the beginning of the game, the best result will be a lose-lose outcome.

Before hearing the host's introduction, Yan Long was still a little nervous, but now he regretted that he had bet less.

The "weapon master" on the opposite side seemed to really fight with weapons. Although he didn't know where the opponent's weapons were hidden, he was basically certain that the two sides would fight hand to hand.

As long as there is contact between the two sides, he is confident that his superpower can defeat the enemy with one move.

In fact, this information can be heard just by hearing the name "Weapon Master", but Yanlong is more cautious and dare not make a judgment based on the first impression.

The titles in the arena are chosen by the players themselves, and many of them are confusing.

For example, there was once a person named "Brother of Flame" who was actually a telepathic type. When his opponent was guarding against fireballs, he silently punched his body with several telekinesis punches, causing him to roll on the ground in pain.

Afterward, someone asked him why he chose such a name that had nothing to do with his powers. Flamebringer said seriously that it was because of his fiery personality.

The host's introduction to Yan Long was very brief and ended in just a few sentences. The information that the spectators present basically knew was that his code name was "Long Yan".

Yes, that's right, Yan Long also had some tricks up his sleeve in the codename he chose.

Most introductions to new gladiators are like this. They have neither historical records nor know what their abilities are, so the only words that can be used are "mystery", "potential", "surprise" and other words that are pretentious but have no actual meaning.

Amid the increasingly fierce urging from around him, the host stepped down from the arena and announced the start of the fight.

Yan Taki held the stick in his right hand and reached into the cloth bag on his waist with his left hand. There was a large handful of coins in his wet palm. As long as the other party makes any move that he doesn't understand, these coins will be turned into killing weapons weighing dozens of kilograms and thrown out.

However, the next second, a long wooden stick appeared out of thin air in the middle-aged man opposite him, and then he walked over casually.

Yan Taki hesitated for a moment, then finally let go of his left palm in his pocket, and decided to test the opponent for a few rounds with the wooden stick in his hand.

The power of tossing coins is too great. Yan Taki once tested it at the school's training ground. A handful of coins was enough to smash a nearly half-meter-thick concrete wall full of holes, and three handfuls of coins were enough to smash it into something like a gunfire. The later battle-damaged version.

If this technique were used on an ordinary person, the opponent would at least be smashed to pieces with broken bones and tendons without precautions, or even die if not careful.

The other party has no deep grudge against him. He only fights in the arena to make money.