Chapter 74 First Battle
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Seeing Shen Jianxin defeating his opponent so quickly, the woman in black gauze was almost dumbfounded.
She never expected that Shen Jianxin, a boy who looked to be only 11-2 years old, was not only powerful but also so ruthless.
She knew the scarred man and had seen him in the inner city when she was very young. It had been ten years now. This meant that the scarred man had lasted at least ten games in the Hell Killing Fields.
The ten desperate fights, coupled with living in this chaotic inner city for so long, can already prove the strength of the scarred man.
But such a powerful person was like a child in front of Shen Jianxin, being played with at will and easily crushed to death by him.
"What are you doing standing still? Aren't you answering all my questions?"
Seeing the woman in black gauze who was still stunned on the spot and unable to say a word, Shen Jianxin couldn't help but shout.
"Ah? Well, yes, I will go and handle it for you now."
"However, please bring your prey with you."
After handing in the appearance ticket, Shen Jianxin, led by the black-shaded woman, stepped into this mysterious, bloody, and terrifying hell killing field.
Entering it, Shen Jianxin only felt that being famous was not as good as meeting, and meeting was even better than being famous.
The inside of the Hell Killing Fields looks extremely simple, without any isolation. On the outside is a circle of stands extending upward, and below is a huge open space with a diameter of hundreds of meters and more than 7,000 square meters.
At this time, there were not many people watching the game, and there were only less than a thousand people sitting in the Nuo University venue.
And in the open space below, a bloody chase was taking place. There were ten people in total, and there were already eight corpses. One of the remaining two people had both legs broken, and he was crawling with a knife in one hand and the other, chasing only two people. With one hand intact, the man was trying to escape with a face full of terror.
The two of them were one behind the other, like maggots pupating on the ground. They looked bloody, cruel, and inexplicably funny.
"Is this the battle in this hellish killing field?"
Facing Shen Jianxin's inquiry, the woman in black gauze looked slightly embarrassed: "The rules are like this, only one person can survive."
"And the really scary thing here is not the enemies in the Hell Killing Fields, but after the game, not only do you have to face your own weakness, but you also have to face constant sneak attacks from the outside world."
"After all, in this city of killing, every corpse will be a huge fortune."
"Like the two people off the court, no matter who wins or loses, it will be difficult to live another day."
Shen Jianxin nodded: "In other words, the real survival rate in the Hell Killing Fields is not one tenth, but far lower than this number."
"Yes." The woman in black gauze nodded: "And you have no room to retreat. There are not many games today, and you are in the next one."
"The moment you enter the Hell Killing Fields, it means that your novice protection will end early, and I will leave at that time."
"9527, 9528, 10010, 10086, 25397"
"Roar, quack, jie jie jie"
As soon as the woman in black gauze finished speaking, and before Shen Jianxin could reply, a series of numbers rang out in the hell killing field, followed by a flurry of shouts from a group of demons.
"Please, the above ten warriors, please bring us today's carnival!"
"Hey, it's my turn. Since it's hard to see each other again, let's cherish each other."
After saying that, Shen Jianxin turned around and jumped up, jumping from the auditorium into the killing field of hell.
The corners of the mouth of the woman wearing black gauze rose slightly: "Take care, Mr. Pervert, and try to survive."
Jumping into the killing field of hell, Shen Jianxin instantly became the focus of attention of the remaining nine people due to his immature age, and Shen Jianxin was surrounded in the center almost immediately.
You have to pick the soft persimmon, and now, Shen Jianxin has become the soft persimmon in their eyes.
"Little lamb? It looks very delicious. Suck it~"
A man full of feminine energy stared coldly at the harmless Shen Jianxin with his snake-like vertical pupils, and couldn't help but spit out his long tongue.
"The skin is so tender, and there are no scars on the body. Is this a stupid kid who just came in?"
The man with long white hair, a strong build, some pimples on his face, and red facial makeup spoke with a tone full of disdain.
"I want this sheep. If you are willing to give in, then I can let you die more happily."
The ambitious blond woman glanced at Shen Jianxin with hot eyes, then glanced at the crowd coldly, her tone full of confidence.
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【snake? Toad? Slug? 】
Seeing the seemingly familiar yet unfamiliar costumes of the three people in front of him, Shen Jianxin shook his head crazily: "It's so insulting. It's ruining your childhood."
"So, for the sake of all the people in the world, I ask you, disgusting pirates, to die for once."
"You kid, you're looking for death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely smelly black mist suddenly spat out from the mouth of the long-tongued monster, instantly covering an area of tens of meters, shrouding all ten people in the Hell Killing Fields.
"Long-tongued ghost, you are seeking death!"
With a roar, the white hair grew wildly, piercing the black mist like a sharp sword and being exposed.
Immediately afterwards, some slippery mucus, like snot, slowly flowed out of the black mist and spread in all directions.
In a bad start, Shen Jianxin encountered three Soul Saint-level experts at once in his first battle.
Although soul skills cannot be used in the Killing City, the characteristics of the martial soul itself have been brought into full play by these people.
The long-tongued monster's poisonous gas spray, the white-haired man's head of white hair, and the blonde woman's slippery mucus were three large-scale attacks that were released one after another in less than three breaths.
After being hit three times in a row, the other six miscellaneous fish in the black mist didn't even survive the first round. They first turned purple-black, then were pierced by white hairs, and finally melted by the mucus.
And Shen Jianxin first glowed with a pale golden light to repel the poisonous black mist, then summoned the Wuhun Tiger Soul Sword to block the piercing of white hair with the sword body, and finally inserted the Tiger Soul Sword on the ground and jumped to stand on the hilt. Dodge the spreading slime.
"A counterfeit is just a counterfeit. He doesn't play with snakes, toads, or slugs."
"He actually plays some fancy and disgusting stuff."
Shen Jianxin's slightly childish voice suddenly sounded, and the black mist fell silent.
"Kid, you're not dead?"
I don't know which of the three people screamed, but it doesn't matter anyway, because Shen Jianxin has suppressed his nausea and stepped on the slippery mucus on the ground.
"It's disgusting. It's actually corroding shoes."
Feeling numbness and itching on his feet, with a soft and slippery feeling, Shen Jian felt a chill in his heart, and countless goose bumps suddenly appeared on his body.
"Forget it, let's fight quickly."
A red light flashed in Shen Jianxin's eyes, and the next moment a frightening killing intent burst out. Three figures filled with strong killing intent were clearly displayed in Shen Jianxin's mind.
Smiling slightly, Shen Jianxin's soul power suddenly exploded under his feet and shook away the corrosive mucus. He exerted force under his feet, and a pit was suddenly kicked out of the ground of the killing arena.
The next moment, Shen Jianxin's figure appeared next to the person closest to him.
"try to find"
The sword wind roared past, and the voice suddenly stopped: "One!"
The black poisonous mist could not protect the other three people at this moment. Instead, it blocked their sight and became their death talisman.
"Two.Three"
Three counts were announced in a row, and the black mist slowly dissipated. Apart from a few uncorroded skeletons, only a young man in ragged clothes, bare feet, and a smiling face was left on the arena, carrying a black sword. .
