Chapter 39 The helplessness of workers
Lu Li's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he raised his hand and shot several lightning arrows.
Before hitting the target, the 'speed' talent is fully activated!
Lu Li's figure suddenly accelerated!
Like an out-of-arms cannonball, it hit one of the openings hard!
The invisible lizard warrior was so tired of dealing with the incoming lightning arrows that he didn't notice Lu Li who was frantically killing him.
When he came back to his senses, the sharp blade had already cut through his body!
"Ouch!" The injured lizard warrior howled in pain.
Just as he was about to launch a counterattack, he found that his movements were inexplicably sluggish.
"What's going on? The knife is poisonous!"
The Lizard Warrior glanced at the data panel and was shocked to find that a long list of debuffs had been followed by his name!
‘Curse poison’, ‘corruption poison’, ‘tear’, ‘serious injury’, ‘continuous bleeding’, ‘wound corruption’, ‘weakness’, ‘armor destruction’, ‘chaos’…
Only then was he slashed!
The lizard warrior was horrified and struggled back, trying to take out the potion from the space bag to purify the debuff.
But how could Lu Li give him a chance!
Turning around with a sudden stop, the blade arm used the momentum of a carbine to instantly pierce the lizard warrior's chest!
When the other lizard warrior saw his companion being killed, he howled with grief and anger and wanted to rush over and fight Lu Li for his life.
However, there were a large number of soul soldiers surrounding him, and even though their levels were very low, they still posed many obstacles to the lizard warriors.
Lu Li didn't even launch a charge, he just used several lightning bolts to chop the lizard warrior into charcoal.
The battle ends again.
The audience was extremely quiet. After a long time, thunderous cheers broke out!
"Holy shit, Lu Li is awesome!"
"Use a lot of junk summons to find and trap invisible opponents. Why didn't I think of this great way?"
"The combat reflexes are very smooth, Lu Li is definitely a first-rate genius..."
"Who else! I'll ask who else can defeat this newcomer!"
"Stand still, I can even kill opponents with the invisibility talent. A hundred consecutive victories are just around the corner!"
"Eh? Where is that old man who said he wanted to make me rich? His heart is getting cold..."
There was also a lot of discussion in each box.
In a simple and elegant box.
An old man and a young man stood in front of the glass, looking down at the arena below.
After hearing Dio announcing Lu Li's victory, the old man slowly spoke:
"Kuke'er, after watching him for so long, what do you think of this person?"
The boy, who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, smacked his lips and said loudly:
"It's quite powerful, but my style of play is aggressive and my mind is not calm enough."
"Oh? Why do you see it?"
The old man glanced at the young man, his tone still unhurried.
"With Lu Li's level, he could have played 80 games without any injuries, but he kept getting injured for the sake of efficiency."
"Using one's body as bait is a strategy, which is true, but in a hundred battles, it is too risky."
"Once there is an opponent who cannot compete, your life will be completely decided."
The young man's speeches are reasonable and every sentence is exquisite.
But the old man did not show a happy smile on his face. Instead, he shook his head in disappointment.
He did not directly point out the errors and omissions in the young man's evaluation, but instead asked another question:
"If you go up and fight him, what do you think your chances of winning are?"
When the young man heard this, he seemed to have been greatly insulted, and his immature face turned a little red:
"If I go up and fight him, not to mention the 100% chance of winning, but the 99% chance that he is no match for me!"
"Level differences aside, I'd beat him three ways in terms of talent alone!"
"Grandpa, are you too stupid to ask such a question..."
Faced with the young man's dissatisfaction, the old man didn't have any anger on his face. Instead, he laughed and said:
"Young men are strong-willed and unruly! It's a good thing to be confident, but you shouldn't be arrogant."
The young man retorted:
"Our Chen family cultivates the Crazy Sword, and the talent awakened from generation to generation is also the [Rage] that matches the sword. It is normal to be confident and arrogant!"
"Grandpa, you are timid, that's why you can't make any progress in terms of strength."
The smile on the old man's face faded, but there was still no anger in his eyes.
He made a suggestion that surprised the young man:
"If you really think so, why not go out and compete with Lu Li later?"
"Will you fight with him next time?"
A trace of undetectable fear flashed in the young man's eyes, which was quickly replaced by contempt:
"Isn't that bullying? Besides, the arena management will not allow the level gap between gladiators to be too large."
In order to ensure the fairness of the gladiatorial battle, the Hub Arena has a hidden rule.
In other words, the level difference between the two parties in the arena cannot exceed 10 levels.
Young Chen Ke is already at Level 30, which is 15 levels different from Lu Li, far exceeding the playing limit.
The old man pretended to be enlightened, patted his head and laughed:
"I almost forgot that there is this restriction, so to ensure fairness, let's send a sword slave..."
In another luxuriously decorated box.
Xiao Erfu withdrew his gaze from the arena and said with some worry:
"Madam, why don't you go to the slave family again? I'm afraid the Supreme Heaven has underestimated Lu Li's strength. If this continues..."
Madam Ba Zhao raised her hand and said softly:
"Don't worry, there are still twenty games."
"This opponent is just a test. Lu Li is very strong, but his cards have been played out."
"If I'm not wrong, the Supreme Heaven will soon send someone to sign a contract of sale with him."
as expected.
Before Mrs. Octopus could finish her words, Dio, who had been at the edge of the arena, suddenly ran towards Lu Li.
It looked like he had received some instructions.
Lu Li was a little surprised when he saw the robot referee running towards him, and immediately stopped searching for the bodies.
"Lu Li, you're in luck! Someone is interested in you and wants to buy you!"
"Buy me? But I don't belong in the arena."
Lu Li frowned, not understanding what Dio meant for a moment.
If I remember correctly, it seems that I did not sign a contract of sale with the arena.
Since he is a free agent, how can he be bought and sold?
Seeing Lu Li's confusion, Dio immediately explained:
"Of course you don't belong in the arena now. I'm here just to make you sign a contract of betrayal."
"Sign the contract, and in the next twenty matches, you will be given weak opponents to help you easily achieve a hundred consecutive victories."
"If you don't sign, the arena will arrange an unbeatable opponent for you, and you will die."
"Even I can't change this."
After saying that, Dio shrugged helplessly.
Although he liked Lu Li very much, he also hoped that he could successfully win a hundred gladiatorial games.
But now the Supreme Heaven has intervened. No matter how powerful he is, Dio is still just a referee.
Beating a hard-working worker won't change anything.
When Lu Li heard this, his expression suddenly turned cold.
He hates being threatened!
Moreover, when he relives his life, he wants stability, but he will never grovel!
"Don't think about selling yourself and let the game continue."
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