Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

It was the age of innocence and naughtiness, but in their eyes at this moment, there was no emotion that could be tainted with innocence.

In the iron cage, their clenched hands have turned red, stained with warm and sticky daggers, and their eyes are shining like wolves exiled in the wild, fierce and cruel.

Here, there has long been no ridiculous innocence, only survival.

There are only five children who can stand now, oh no, there are only three children now.

Because another child was stabbed in the main artery by the opponent, the blood in a blowout accidentally sprayed the face of another child beside him, probably because the taste of blood getting into the eyes was not good, so he just closed his eyes for a moment reflexively.

And at this moment, when he closed his eyes and opened them, a big mouth with the length of a palm was opened on his neck.

Clutching his bleeding neck, he collapsed completely.

Maybe it was really painful, the body that fell on the ground twitched unconsciously due to the severe pain, he was gasping for breath, as if he didn't want to close his eyes just like that, as if he didn't want to just like that Died, but no one helped him.

The dark blood dripping from his neck quietly crawled on the uneven ground, and the clusters of dark blood looked like a snake that had been dormant underground for a long time, twisted and cold.

The too bright red has already covered the ground under his feet, and more darkness rushes to the surroundings, to the dark brown ground outside the iron cage.

As if fate repeated silently, the brown land was once again covered with bloody new clothes.

The bloodshed continued, the unventilated space was filled with a hot and humid smell, and the moment of death approached, the smell of feces and urine after incontinence was intertwined, making people almost sick.

No one covered it with their hands, because they were used to it, and because of small uncoordinated movements, they might lose their precious lives.

Until the bloody purgatory, there is only one standing person left.

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With the opening of the stone gate not far away, two men in suits and leather shoes walked in step by step against the bright light, until they stopped two meters away from the iron cage.

"Number 1, you did not disappoint me, congratulations on surviving temporarily."

A voice that was not too unfamiliar came to my ears, and the only child standing in the iron cage raised his eyes tremblingly, his face was full of bright colors, and there was a pair of blue and cold pupils.

This is not Qin Qingcang's first time killing people, so he is not afraid.

From sensibility to growth, death and blood are extremely scary words in the eyes of ordinary people, but in Qin Qingcang's eyes, they are as simple as everyday food.

Perhaps at the beginning, he was afraid, but as time passed, this emotion has slowly turned into another kind of numbness.

From the iron-blooded instructors and the elites in suits and leather shoes, Qin Qingcang knew that this was a private selection field.

And in this selection field, only one winner can emerge alive.

If you die during this process, you will be thrown directly into the sea to feed the sharks, and the only person alive will enter more cruel selection and trials. In the end, the only person who survives standing will have the supremacy. power.

Like the helpless children beside him, they cried and asked why they appeared here, why they killed people, and what other paths could they choose besides the only path given by the other party...

Qin Qingcang knows that what he can do is to be one step faster than everyone, to be more ruthless than everyone, and to be smarter than everyone. Only in this way can he live.

For a whole year, they were kept in captivity like animals, and nearly a thousand people were divided into countless batches and put into this iron cage like a gu, killing each other, the winner was king, and the loser got nothing.

In the first game, he won.

Walking out of the iron cage, Qin Qingcang understood a truth in a trance.

As long as you are tougher than everyone, one step faster than everyone, and have no weaknesses, then you can win.

But...how could a person have no weaknesses.

If it doesn't exist, then it's just that you haven't encountered it.

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On a rainy night, a dangling figure walked forward in the alley. His face was extremely pale, and he seemed to have suffered a little injury. At this moment, there was a trace of blood dripping from the fingertips that were covering his arm. dark.

The light rain didn't stop at all, the cold raindrops fell on his body, soaked his clothes little by little, and finally mixed with the blood on his arms that was diluted into pink, and fell into the extremely yellow puddles.

Clutching his injured arm, Qin Qingcang finally found a safe place where he could shelter from the rain. With his cold body trembling, he tired himself into a small ball and hid himself in the shadows, avoiding the threat of death.

Unlike the face-to-face killing last time, this bloodbath was arranged in a city where night fell.

The instructor said that this is the last contest in the country.

Qin Qingcang sensitively grasped a word in the instructor's words, domestic.

Qin Qingcang thought, maybe the last person standing touched