Get the SSS unit Dark Elf Queen at the start

Return to the tribe.

Yang Fan went to the bathroom to clean up and put on clean clothes.

Functional buildings such as bathrooms, toilets, and canteens have already been built by Jin Yuan and his people.

Yang Fan came out of the bathroom and was about to gather everyone to go to the [Iron-Eating King] tribe.

At this moment, a huge screen suddenly appeared in the sky. On the screen was an arena similar to that of ancient Rome.It's just much bigger than the Colosseum.

The surrounding stands were filled with people of various races. Judging by their aura, you could tell that these spectators were extraordinary.

Above the arena, a middle-aged man with white wings on his back was flying in the air.

He said loudly and impassionedly: "This is a military competition. Top military units from all races gather here. What kind of sparks will they create? Let's wait and see!"

"Then, without further ado, let's get straight to the point. We invite our first challenger today, the B-level unit [Fifth Generation Zombie] from the [Zombie Family] tribe."

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, a huge square hole suddenly opened in the center of the arena, and then an elevator slowly rose up.

On the lifting platform, stood a young man wearing a black dress, with a pale face and blue eyes.

At this time, on the screens projected over various continents, there was a simple panel next to the young man, showing his basic attributes.

Troops: fifth generation zombies

Qualification: B

Level: LV24

Others: Confidential

"Next, I invite a challenger, the B-class soldier [Turtle Mastiff] from the [Akainu] tribe." Above the arena, a middle-aged man shouted excitedly.

Immediately afterwards, the screen turned, and the perspective on the screen was pointed in another direction in the center of the arena.

The ground is also separated there, and a lift platform rises up.

At this time, on the lifting platform, there was a mastiff with a green turtle shell on its body.

The [Turtle Mastiff], which is five meters long and three meters high, has red eyes. It grins and stares at the [Fifth Generation Zombie] opposite.

At this time, the simple attribute panel of [Turtle Mastiff] is also displayed on the screen.

Weapons: Turtle Mastiff

Qualification: B

Level: LV24

Others: Confidential

"The battle is about to begin. Lords can use the consciousness link screen and click the guess button in the lower right corner of the screen to support your favorite players and earn a lot of bonuses..." the middle-aged man continued.

At the same time, at the top of the screen, a countdown to the start of the battle appeared: 00:04:56.

Yang Fan also linked to the guessing button through his consciousness and entered the guessing page.

At this moment, in this short moment, there are already tens of billions of crystal nuclei in the guessing prize pool.

There are many betting options. In addition to the outcome, there are also how many times to win, how many moves to win, and buying kills.

The starting investment is one thousand crystal cores. Yang Fan directly spent five thousand crystal cores to buy [Fifth Generation Zombie] to kill [Turtle Mastiff]. The odds are 1:100. It can be seen that [Turtle Mastiff] is definitely very powerful. .

Yang Fan consciously exited the guessing space and silently looked at the screen in the sky.

Soon, with a beep, the countdown ended and the betting space was closed.

"The arena competition begins, and the first one to attack is [Fifth Generation Zombie]... He is now using a skill [Phantom Clone]..." The middle-aged man explained the game excitedly.

On the screen, the fifth-generation zombies suddenly ignited green flames, and their bodies instantly transformed into eight people who were exactly like themselves. It was impossible to tell the real ones from the fake ones, and then they all charged towards the [Turtle Mastiff].

The turtle mastiff immediately retracted its head and limbs into the turtle shell, and then the turtle shell rotated. During the rotation, a huge blue turtle mastiff shadow appeared outside the turtle mastiff's body, protecting it inside.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two instantly came to grips with each other. The nine fifth-generation zombies had corpse poison lingering in their hands and kept slapping at the turtle shell. The phantom of the turtle mastiff was like a living creature, constantly opening its huge mouth and biting at the fifth-generation zombies. .

The holographic projection screen makes people feel as if they are actually there, watching it on the spot.

There was quite a feeling of incomparability between the two, and at this time, the lords who had spent a lot of crystal cores on the contest were extremely nervous.

[Fuck, **, attack his abdomen... Oh, my God, this idiot fifth-generation zombie...]

[Turtle Mastiff Sang, you did a great job, biting the roots of his descendants...]

[Breaking the turtle shell is useful for pulling out the turtle's head! 】

……

After about 10 minutes.

The middle-aged man explained: "Now that the skills of both players have entered the cooling time, then the next step will be close combat. I think the two players will decide the winner within this period of time..."

While he was explaining, the fifth-generation zombies and turtle mastiffs in the arena were already rushing together, releasing their most primitive instincts. The collision of flesh with flesh made a dull "snap" sound.

It was another 2 minutes of fierce confrontation, both of them were panting and sweating like rain.

"At the most critical moment, the decisive moment has arrived. Who is the fifth-generation zombie with better skills, or the tortoise mastiff who has the last laugh... In my opinion, the tortoise mastiff player has the advantage..."

The scenes in the arena took all the audience's breath away.

"Bang bang bang!"

In pure hand-to-hand combat, the physical speed of the fifth-generation zombies and turtle mastiffs has reached an extreme, and the audience can only see a series of afterimages.

At a certain moment, the two people in the arena stopped moving. At this time, as the picture was deliberately enlarged, everyone saw the specific situation.

The turtle mastiff's head directly penetrated the abdomen of the fifth generation zombie, and the fifth generation zombie cut off the turtle mastiff's head.

"Oh!"

The turtle mastiff fell to the ground, and the fifth generation zombie also fell to the ground the next moment.

"Ahem, it seems that the fifth-generation zombie players are still more skilled. They won this victory and gained 1 arena point..."

With the middle-aged man's summary, this battle came to an end, followed by another group of battles.

Yang Fan shifted his gaze to the left side of the screen and clicked on the rules of the military competition.

[[-]. The arena competition adopts a points system. The top [-] with the highest points will advance to the semi-finals, and the top ten with the highest points in the semi-finals will advance to the finals! 】

[[-]. Tribes participating in the arms competition can only send one arm at a time. In the next battle, the arm can be switched. 】

[[-]. The battle targets are randomly selected from the applicants, regardless of other factors such as tribe level, military qualifications, etc. 】

【1. Reward. 20. Those who enter the semi-finals will receive a reward of 2 billion crystal cores; [-]. Those who enter the finals will receive a proportion of the total cores in the prize pool. The higher the ranking, the higher the proportion.In addition, the top three will receive a mysterious treasure chest! 】

Yang Fan's breathing was slightly quickened. The proportion of the total crystal cores in the finals prize pool, even if it is one ten million, is an astronomical figure. You must know that all the lords will invest [-] crystal cores in the prize pool.

Yang Fan looked away. The 5000 crystal cores he had just invested had turned into 50 and had been paid to his account.

"Don't rush to sign up. Let's solve the destruction mission first!" Yang Fan made a decision after thinking about it for a while.

[Author's digression]: Please give me some money?! !