Supreme pardon

Not paying too much attention to Wei Duan's deceptive words, Wen Ren Jue's attention was attracted by the renewed battle below.

The white alien could indeed fly, and the battle ended quickly, and the result was not unexpected.

Just two more wins and the Colosseum will bleed tonight.

The Dou Nu who was going to play was temporarily replaced, Wen Renjue squinted his eyes, he had a headache from the noise around him, the other design of this underground space is good, except the ventilation is not good, the smell of human blood and sweat are mixed, The stale air made him unable to sit still.

The second Dou Nu who played did not escape the fate of being killed, and his death was really miserable. Fortunately, Bai Tan passed out. If he saw this scene, he would never dare to touch meat again.

The senior management of the Colosseum who manages the midnight field has been staying behind the scenes, so naturally they will not allow the alien to win again. After a moment of silence, the man who suddenly appeared on the field caused cheers from the regular customers of the Colosseum.

Nearly two meters tall, the burly man with big arms and round waist didn't enter the cage immediately after playing. He deliberately slowed down his steps, turned around in circles, raised his arms high, and walked into the cage with his head held high after a roar.

"This man is very strong." Xuanzi's words followed in time.

Wen Renjue tilted his head, his expression already impatient.

In order to prevent this kind of situation, the Colosseum left a weak hand. The alien with a beautiful appearance and absolutely strong strength fell down after a battle. It was different from its previous appearance, pure and white. The feather was torn off in large pieces long before its life was gone, and it no longer had the amazing appearance it had before.

The man accepted the cheers after the victory, and Wei Duan lost the excitement at the beginning. This kind of battle that can ignite the hidden wildness in the human heart seems a bit boring to it, but it has something to say about the winner in the field.

"He is very strong, not weaker than Lan An."

From the point of view of individual strength, Hong Yu is the weakest among Wen Ren Jue's several confidantes, but her ability is too special, and it is easy to attract people's attention. It is unfair to judge only by strength.

Among the remaining people, if you had to find the weakest one, it would be Lan An.

Like Heihu, their starting point should have been similar, but Heihu has always pursued his own strength very high, and he has been exercising constantly every day. As for Lan An, he just muddled along. Although his strength is also increasing, he is more casual.

Yan Zhen's talent is very good, and the crystal nucleus he devoured is also extraordinary, and he was the first to purify his supernatural power among the few.

As for Xiang Yang, the early years of devouring were not in vain, he accumulated a lot of accumulation, and compared to Hei Hu, his pursuit of his own strength was more extreme.

It can be seen from the fact that he often comes to this Colosseum to fight with his life.

After becoming a minister, he did not slacken his ability to improve.

Compared with the strongest Xiang Yang, the man below might not be able to last long, but compared to Lan An, he is no match.

When Wei Duan said this, he also cherished his talents.

It's a pity that its owner didn't know what he was thinking, carelessly touching Bai Tan's cheek, while staring leisurely in a daze.

Although the earth's environment is based on respecting the strong, in many cases, the strength of an individual does not mean anything, just like the people in the Colosseum with cloth cards sewn on their waists, even if they are placed outside, these people are enough to kill them instantly Most mutants, but what's the use?

They are not in this battle, allowing people to trample and wait to die.

Destiny is a very strange thing. In many cases, absolute strength requires a certain amount of luck.

Wen Ren Jue believes in strength, but never underestimates the interference of things like luck.

The cheers did not weaken with the complete death of the alien, but wave after wave. Before being taken down, the awe-inspiring man in the cage suddenly knelt down silently.

Facing all directions, he kowtowed.

Amidst the cheers, ridicule began to appear. The people in the stands, provoked by the kneeling figure of the man, their eyes became redder, but what was aroused in their hearts was not pity, but killing.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!" First one person started to roar, and then everyone in the room started to shout one word.

"die!"

"die!"

The noise became louder and louder. In the end, the staff of the Colosseum came forward with a submachine gun, put a thick benzene chain on the man, and pulled him out of the arena.

So what about such a strong person?

Although leaving the Colosseum, most people in the stands would kneel in fear in front of the man, trembling for his strength.

But here, the proud and powerful victors have to kneel before them humbly.

No self-respect, silent prayer.

This satisfied another distorted desire in the hearts of the roaring spectators.

Wen Renjue lost interest, yawned lazily and turned his head, "Can I leave early?"

Xuanzi was watching vigorously, and was stunned for a moment when he heard the question, but he did not forget his duty tonight, "It's ok, but the next thing is the fight between the players in the gambling shop, don't you want to watch it? Ministers will end at this time."

The fight between the alien and the human world was over, and the ground in the arena was quickly cleared. The huge steel cage was actually movable. After rising slowly, a new platform was quickly built.

During this process, deafening music was played in the hall.

"Hmm~" Bai Tan, who had been sleeping all this time, didn't know if he was affected by the music, he held his mouth and hummed dissatisfiedly.

Attracted by the movement on his legs, Wen Renjue looked down and did not answer Xuanzi's question for a moment.

When the Dou Nu in the aisles on both sides came to the stage, the music stopped, and he didn't bother to say anything, so he continued to glance down.

Compared with the alien, the fighting scene between slaves took longer, because you can bet and gamble, and the mood of the spectators is more mobilized.

Xuanzi leaned forward and handed over something, Wen Renjue saw that it was a small square box.After a brief explanation, Xuanzi asked excitedly, "Do you want to place a bet?"

Wenren Jue shook his head.

With some regret, Xuanzi put the box back again.

Can't carry any weapons, but blood can be seen with every punch, and the battle between the same clan can only survive, so that the people on the stage completely lost the communication and elegance of the high-skilled body.

Restore animal instinct.

Whether it is the winner of the previous battle with the alien or the winner of the current match, they all have to accept the challenge from the guests in the stands.

It's just that it was an alien before, but now...

With the birth of the first winner, the surrounding dark stands were suddenly illuminated by a bright light in a certain direction.

This scene was a bit sudden. When Wen Renjue glanced over, Xuan Zi, who had been squatting beside him for a long time, moved his knees and said, "There is a guest who wants to send someone to challenge."

It should be the small "square box" before the operation.

The strong light did not damage the position around the stand, and captured the position very accurately, and clearly exposed everything in that position to everyone's eyes.

A middle-aged man in a blue suit sat in the center of the stand illuminated by the strong light. His fat belly protruded because of his sitting posture, his hair was thin, and he was proudly baring his teeth because he was the center of attention.

Although he wore a mask on his face, everyone could see his fat body trembling with laughter, his big hands were spread on the back of the chair, and there were young men and women nestling in each of his left and right arms.

The moment the strong light hit his eyes, except for the middle-aged man, the guards sitting around him and the young men and women with good figures who were feeding him wine and food with their own hands froze.

Also wearing masks, no one can see how terrified they are.

But everyone noticed that the obese man was holding a wine glass in the right arm, and the wine glass fell from the hand of the young man who fed him with his face.

Leaning back, Wen Ren Jue only left one hand to support Bai Tan's shoulder.

The leering expression made him look a little cold, and Xuanzi also paid attention to the stand.

A bodyguard from the Colosseum walked quickly to that position, and the fat man turned his head and said something to the young man still leaning in his arms.

In just a few words, under pressure from the approaching bodyguards, the young woman in his left arm screamed.

Under the strong light, all the subtle movements could be seen very clearly. The fat man stretched out his hand and patted the face of the stiff young man punitively, but the young woman who was snuggling to his left was rudely pushed out by him.

Under the strong light, the young woman wearing a blue patterned mask turned around in a daze, her fingertips were still holding a plump grape that was about to be fed into the middle-aged man's mouth.

Obviously 3 minutes ago, they were very close.

The woman seemed to be at a loss when she was suddenly abandoned, but the noise around her and everyone's gazes woke her up.

She tore off the mask she was wearing, knelt down, reached out and grabbed the hem of the middle-aged man's clothes, kowtowed and cried.

Because of the distance, Wen Ren Jue could only see her mouth opening and closing, but couldn't hear what she was yelling under the madness.

For such a scene, the spectators are very used to it.

No one exclaimed, and everyone was dispensable waiting for a not-so-big pastime and fun.

For them, there is nothing to guess about the end of a woman. They are a little interested because they like to see the disbelieving, distorted, desperate faces and those clearly Terrified, but still want to laugh out to please the eyes.

The struggle and pleading before death failed to bring back the soft heart of the middle-aged man. He raised his arm, and the guard sitting on the left stood up, kicking the woman out.

It took a long time for the young woman to get up from the ground, with blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, her hair disheveled and she looked towards the other stands that were still hidden in the darkness.

Then, as if awakened suddenly, he turned around and was about to run.

However, the bodyguards of the Colosseum had already arrived, pulling her and dragging her down.

The expression on Xuanzi's face didn't change. This kind of scene happened here almost every night. For those dignitaries sitting in the stands, this kind of thing was also a vivid "teaching" for them to play with their pets.

No matter how rebellious the person on the bed is, after seeing such a scene, he will definitely be a lot more well-behaved after returning home.

Thinking, he unconsciously glanced at Bai Tan who was still sleeping.

Wen Renjue was leaning over to pick up the sleeping man on his lap, when he got up and saw that the man was still in a daze, he urged with some displeasure, "Let's go."

"Oh, yes!" regained his senses, Xuanzi greeted him, and the people he brought from the stands quickly chased after him.

In his mind, Wei Duan muttered regretfully: "You shouldn't knock him out just now, it's more meaningful than you taught him a hundred sentences."