2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The young man slowly opened his eyes, and the pale light from the ceiling made him feel dizzy.

"Are you awake?" It was Xiaojing's voice.

Yan Taki realized that this was Taohuayuan's clinic, and now his injuries had been taken care of. Both arms and palms were covered with bandages, and there was a cold feeling inside. It must be the ointment applied by the nurse.

"Help me arrange the next one." His voice was hoarse.

"You still want to fight?" Xiaojing was shocked.

"I must fight." The young man's tone was calm but extremely determined.

"I advise you to give up."

"Why?"

"You completely annoyed the weapons master. He said that as long as you continue to participate in the gladiatorial fight, he will continue to be your opponent, and in the next game he will break one of your legs."

Yantaki was silent for a while and said, "I thought you randomly assigned opponents."

"In a sense, it's random." Xiaojing held the tablet in her arms with a calm expression: "But the weapons master is not only a contracted gladiator in our Taohuayuan, but also a cadre."

"A cadre of Black Umbrella?" Yan Long glanced sideways at her.

"You know a lot."

"You know who my dad is."

Xiaojing pursed her lips and frowned slightly: "So now you understand your situation, as long as he is in the Peach Blossom Spring, you can't win."

"Not necessarily." Yan Long glanced elsewhere.

He said these three words without confidence. In this fight, he had already used his most powerful and destructive move, but he was still easily blocked by the opponent using unknown means.

"Let me show you a video." Xiaojing handed over the tablet in her hand. It could be seen that she had already prepared it.

Yanlong took the tablet and pressed the video play button.

The shooting angle and technique of the picture are very similar to the "Spade Underground Arena" video account on Jieke. They are all shot from high angles and multiple cameras without blind spots.

It’s just that the scene in the video is obviously not in the lobby on the first floor. There are no luxurious decorations, no gaming tables, and no spectators around. The light only shines on the central arena. Otherwise, there is darkness in all directions.

On one side of the arena is a weapons master wearing a white training uniform, and on the other side is a young man with a thin cheek and a sinister expression.

He is tall but looks very thin. The shape of his skeleton is very obvious under the thin clothes. His overall body is dry and has no muscles.

"Bone Dragon can greatly increase the density of bones in his body, and can also control bones to break through flesh and blood and become weapons. He is recorded as a C+ level superpower in the Superpower Registration Office, and many people speculate about his true strength. There is actually a Class B.”

Xiaojing introduced him to the information about the strange-looking young man: "He violated the rules of the road and massacred the whole family of a small gang leader in one night. The leader of the small gang went to Black Umbrella to ask for justice." . It just so happens that Bone Dragon is a gladiator who often hangs out in Peach Blossom Spring, so the above arranged such an 'execution'."

"Of course, from Bone Dragon's perspective, he is fighting on behalf of a large company. If he wins, he will get a million-cent bonus. The weapons master standing opposite him is just a gladiator fighting on behalf of the opponent's company."

With Xiaojing's soft introduction, the battle in the video has already begun.

The two arms of the vicious young man codenamed Bone Dragon turned into white bone blades, and he crossed himself in front of him and rushed out.

The weapons master waved his sleeves and robes with a decadent look on his face, and four triangular thorns flew out of the air, colliding with the bone blades, making the sound of gold and iron clashing.

"Go to hell." The bone dragon had already rushed forward, dragging two pale shadows in the air with the bone blades of both arms and slashing down in a cross.

The next moment, Yan Taki's pupils shrank a little as he was looking at the tablet attentively. He saw a spear suddenly appeared in the hands of the weapon master in the video screen, and there was no movement. The tip of the spear had already pierced the bone dragon's waist and abdomen.

"His shot found the gap in the bone dragon's ribs, so it could go right through." Xiao Jing explained next to her.

As the camera zoomed in, the weapon master's skin turned dark blue at some point, and fine scales quietly grew on his face filled with decadence and melancholy.

The Bone Dragon, which was held on the tip of the spear, roared angrily, and slashed down with the bone blades of both hands wildly. However, it only made a few cuts in the white training uniform, and no trace of blood was found.

The weapons master walked to the glass cover with the gun in one hand, and suddenly exerted force on his hand. The bloody gun tip penetrated the thick glass cover, nailing the tall bone dragon directly in the air.

"You don't need to read the rest." Xiao Jing hesitated and wanted to take the tablet over, but Yan Long raised his hand to block it.

The weapons master in the video has two more long knives in his hands. His dark blue face shows no trace of joy, anger or sorrow, and his wrists are shaking as he holds a few swords.

Bone Dragon struggled in fear and screamed: "I surrender, I admit defeat! I won't make any more money, I..."

Before he finished speaking, the two swords in the weapons master's hands were already turning like windmills.

I can't chop your bones, right? Then I have to cut off your flesh piece by piece.

The sword flashed and blood filled the air. After just over twenty seconds, only a bloody human skeleton was left hanging on the glass cover.

The two red swords disappeared, and the weapons master held up a sword with a golden handle and a dragon pattern engraved on it. He held it behind his back with his right hand and held it with his left hand. He lowered his body and took a step forward.

A pale arc of light flashed across, and the head with blood-stained hair spun and flew into the air.

"Ugh..." Yan Long covered his mouth and turned his head to the side.

This is the Peach Blossom Land. At first sight, it is gray and white, wandering on the edge of the law, and when you delve deeper, it is dark and terrifying.

He had never underestimated this place, and he had been mentally prepared before coming, but in the end he still underestimated the eerie and terrifying core beneath the luxurious and luxurious exterior of this underground casino.

Xiaojing stood up and patted his back very thoughtfully, and said softly: "Now you understand, why you clearly feel that the weapon master's power is not strong, and the odds are still so high. In today's battle, he started from the beginning. Oto didn't take it seriously. No... Or he didn't take it seriously even in the public competition at the Peach Garden Arena."

Yan Long finally regained his breath and asked in a somewhat difficult voice: "Animal transformation gene potion?"

"Yes, the weapon master is now a B-level C-level genetic warrior. He has never opened the genetic lock in the battle outside the arena." Xiaojing nodded.

"This seems to be your Black Umbrella's secret, why do you want to tell me?" Yan Long narrowed his eyes.

Xiaojing didn't answer, she just pulled up the loan page on her tablet and held it up to her face, with a smile as bright as a flower.

...

The kebabs on the table were already cold, and there were only a few bare skewers beside them.

"So you finally accepted the loan." Yan Muyun licked his dry lips.

"I had no choice. Grandpa's health was already very bad at that time." Yan Long lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.

"So, my dad's brain...is in Black Umbrella's hands now, right?"

"You can get the money back after repaying it. They still have this basic credibility."

"Really?" Yan Muyun grinned, turned sideways and changed into a more comfortable position, and then asked softly: "So, where is your grandma's brain?"

"At the Crystal Angel."

Yan Long raised his face slightly, his dark eyes looking at the night view of the city outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room:

"I just learned not long ago that the force behind this illegal medical organization is called the 'Holy Cloth'."