Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 116: Blood Slayer

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Chen Ang stood at the very center of the fighting field, and naturally came to the place where the lights were most concentrated. From left to right, he slowly scanned the entire grandstand. His eyes stayed on the alloy steel structure protecting the grandstand for a moment. , A smile suddenly appeared in the corner of the mouth.

Ignored the vigilant beasts that were turning around him, Chen Ang's voice, gently and firmly echoed the whole fighting field.

"I like this place!"

The cheering around me paused inexplicably. The audience in the stands could never expect to hear this sentence. They wanted to see the boxer, the gladiator ’s pain, pleading, desperation to fight, they What I want to experience is the sense of superiority, rather than someone standing there and telling them: I like this place.

For a time, the atmosphere really became a little weird.

Until the clown laughed loudly, he shouted excitedly around: "What did I hear? He said he likes this place ... oh! I like you too. Hope you can like this place forever, ha! Audiences I also like you ... "Some people started screaming, some clapping and shouting, and the clown shouted at the stands behind him:" Let us give him a small gift, hoping he will live so optimistically forever! "

"Sir, what's your name?" the clown asked on the stage.

Chen Ang waved around: "You can call me Adam!"

"Adam! Adam the God, Adam the King, Adam the brave, let us cheer for Adam!" The clown clapped excitedly and asked, "Why do you like this place, Adam?"

"You stand in my place and look over ..." Chen Ang pointed to the surrounding stands and used his fingers to depict the shape of the protective net that wrapped the stands: "Do you think they are like a group of people in a cage? Fool, where we are, is the most central and most powerful place on the stage, like the courtroom of the court. "

"When they can see it clearly, they can stand here and see them most clearly. If you use this as a arena, there is a grandstand, but if you use this as a grandstand ..."

"There is a gladiatorial arena!" The clown spoke out for him.

He proudly raised his classical long-range microphone and pointed to the head of Chen Ang. He made a gesture to the surrounding stands and overwhelmed with laughter, almost overturning the whole arena.

The clown said in an exaggerated exclamation: "Because of lack of thinking! We ushered in an interesting gladiator, he thought of himself as a king, and I am his funny jester, all of you here are all Trash. "

"His Majesty the King!" The clown stood in front of Chen Ang, twisting his hips funny: "Please show your power!"

While the clown was speaking, Chen Ang had been re-binding the white bandage on his right hand, watching the clown clinging to the nervousness in front of his eyes, painted with inferior oil paint, Chen Ang extended five fingers and pinched in front of the clown ’s face Got a fist.

The audience around was excited. Although the clown ’s performance was exaggerated and neurotic when he was fighting, few people did n’t know his terrible. In the death fight, the clown had an important task-to execute those illegal corners. Fighter.

And he never lost his hand.

In fact, everyone admits that the clown is one of the most terrifying characters in this city. He is also the power figure in this death fighting arena. Hosting is more of his hobby.

Everyone held their breath and waited for the opening show, the **** opening show, presented by the clown.

The smile on Chen Ang ’s face did not know when it disappeared. Now his face is very calm, and the ganglion of the fist is bulged up smoothly. The magnetized cells and bones make this rugged ten fingers, which is far stronger than ordinary alloys. It's like bringing a pair of Zhenjin Finger Tigers. A roar burst out of the Dantian of Chen Ang.

Stepping in the roar, the whole body twisted like a gyro, releasing the accumulated strength of the muscles, straight out, and the fist screamed out. The clown took a punch before the face came. The flesh flew open, half cheek. Bone fried into bone stubble splash.

The clown's body flew in mid-air, and he fell heavily on the fence wall surrounding the grandstand. Half of his skull was smashed, and his body twitched uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back." Chen Ang sighed: "It's just that your posture is too cheap, I feel very comfortable, I just ..." Chen Ang made an apologetic gesture.

"Fak-"

Suddenly someone shouted in the stands, and then the whole fighting field exploded.

"Did he kill the clown?"

"This is the new opening show?"

"The clown must be somewhere else, it is a new show."

The sound boiled violently like a blasted pot. Someone gathered at the guardrail to grab the body of the clown, and then a more intense panic occurred, even the few "guests" sitting on the highest table could not sit still And whispered to the waiter standing next to him.

Soon, a few seemingly sturdy thugs rushed up. They first checked the clown and then surrounded Chen Ang.

"You trash! Hello!" Chen Ang smiled and waved around: "Please be quiet! Listen to me."

Although his voice sounded clearly in everyone ’s ears, the atmosphere at the scene was only getting more and more intense. Everyone was talking fiercely. The scene was in an uproar. Come out! "

Some people want to exit, and some people scream in excitement.

Several thugs stepped forward, wanting to subdue Chen Ang, they cautiously threatened: "Boy, you are in trouble, you know ..." Poof, his head sprinted up quickly Up. Chen Ang, like tearing a piece of paper, easily torn apart the bodies of everyone in front of him.

Then the flesh and blood flew to the stands, and the blood wiper brush fell, followed by Chen Ang thunderous roar.

"I call you quiet!" Under the strong momentum, everyone closed their mouths consciously.

Chen Ang glanced indifferently at the stage, and he lost his voice until his eyes passed, and he said: "You guys, ****, scumbags, bullying the weak, I have seen enough. I need something newer and crazier to stimulate the monster I am looking for-let's play a game! "

"I am an audience and all of you are performers."

"Please use your own blood, ugliness, desire and life to please me and cooperate with me to complete this game!"

Chen Ang raised his hands and pushed down slightly. All the metal on the scene was twisted and moved like a chain reaction. The guardrails protecting the stands began to twist and entangle. The hard alloys blocked the stands like vines, the top The larger boxes are simpler and the solid alloy doors are locked. There is no exit except for the side facing Chen Ang.

"The first project of the game is called Revenge!"

"There are two of our guests, the murderous dark judges-the punisher, the bright hero in the night-Daredevil ..." Chen Ang said as he released his cloth soaked in blood Strips, he gently dried the blood stains on his hands, and some salty liquid fell on the face of the clown under his feet.

"I am Adam ..."

(To be continued.)