2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The battle inside the venue was decided, and the glass cover was slowly pulled up by the steel cable hanging from the ceiling.

The winner beat his chest and raised his hands to enjoy the cheers of the crowd, while his unconscious opponent was carried off the ring by waiting medical staff.

No death allowed, no weapons allowed, other than that there are no rules. Those who stand in this arena can only rely on their own abilities and bodies.

Don’t worry even if your arms and legs are removed during the battle. As long as you have enough money, you will be sent to a room filled with various high-precision medical equipment and the most experienced doctors within three minutes. We will rejoin your severed limbs without leaving any sequelae.

Well, from another perspective, there is no way these doctors are not experienced.

At this time, the stadium entered a gap period, and the crowded crowd dispersed around. Everyone's face was either smiling or gloomy and angry, and most of them were discussing the battle just now.

Every ten steps or so in the huge venue, there are long tables with various delicacies, fresh fish sashimi, lobster, king crab, foie gras, truffles, etc., both named and unnamed, as well as fruits. and fine wine are placed on the table for all to take.

These things are provided completely free of charge, as long as people who come to Taohuayuan want to eat as much as they want. After all, only when gamblers have eaten and drank enough can they have the energy to return to the gambling table and continue to splash their blood.

At this time, Yan Muyun had changed into clothes that were easier to move around and was standing at the table, holding a lobster as thick as his arm and gnawing on it, looking as fiercely as if he hadn't eaten in several days.

Well, it's true that he hasn't eaten anything serious for a long time. For nearly two weeks, he's been drinking potions of various colors.

Zhang Xixue, who was standing next to her, was obviously much more elegant. She held a goblet filled with dark red wine and shook it gently: "Are you really sure you want to go up and fight?"

Yan Muyun swallowed a mouthful of soft lobster meat and shrugged: "You also heard what he said. If we don't help him win this fight, I'm afraid we won't see Ma Kaicheng tonight."

Zhang Xixue looked at the man in a gray suit not far away with cold eyes: "An old man like him must have other methods."

The chinchilla, which was struggling to deal with a roasted pig's trotter, shivered inexplicably and looked over subconsciously, but the girl had already turned her gaze away.

Yan Muyun lowered his head and took another bite of lobster, and said vaguely: "This guy is just a piece of meat. If he loses tonight's game, the company that was on the verge of bankruptcy will go bankrupt, and he will lose everything he has now." Everything. For this kind of person, the threat of jail or something is really useless."

"Why do you keep speaking for him?" Zhang Xixue suddenly raised her head and looked at him, with a faint question in her dark eyes: "You seem to be looking forward to the next battle."

Seeing that his thoughts had been read through, Yan Muyun did not hide it and laughed: "It's a bit."

"You don't realize the danger of this matter, and you are overestimating your capabilities." Zhang Xixue stared at him.

Yan Muyun sighed: "I already miss you during the day."

"I'm serious." Zhang Xixue still stared at him, as if she wanted to open his head to see if it was empty.

"I know, thank you." Yan Muyun smiled gently.

He didn't know why he was inexplicably confident now, and the hot blood in his body just couldn't cool down.

Maybe it's because [Silver Guard] has never been broken through before, maybe it's because the genetic medicine has just been injected, or maybe it's because I accidentally knocked Wei Jun down this morning.

But no matter what the reason is, sometimes life has to go with your feelings, right?

"Hey, it's our turn." The squirrel not far away waved this way.

Yan Muyun took out two tissues and wiped his hands, took off the red and black Peking Opera mask hanging around his waist and put it on his face.

...

The crowd gradually gathered again. The beautiful host in the arena, wearing a white dress with gold trim, briefly introduced the identities and backgrounds of the gladiators on both sides to arouse the emotions of the audience: "The red gladiator, Phantom, currently has a record of 4 wins and 1 loss. Negative. His whereabouts are as erratic as a ghost, like the wind or a shadow. No one can keep up with his rhythm. When he starts running, no matter how powerful the enemy is, he will stop there!"

It was obvious that this was a very popular gladiator. Only halfway through the introduction by the beautiful host, many people in the audience were already cheering for his name.

The man on the other side of the ring was sitting on the floor with his bare feet and legs crossed. He only wore a black vest on his upper body, and his bronze skin reflected a metallic luster under the light.

His red hair stood on end like steel needles, there was a shallow scar at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes looking at the other side were full of amusement.

The beautiful host paused for a moment, and then continued to introduce with enthusiasm: "Blue Gladiator, Venerable Wuji. This is a new gladiator full of mystery. His powers are unknown, his age is unknown, and his appearance is unknown. Let's work together I hope he can shine brightly in this arena!"

For the strange man on the other side of the ring, wearing a black sportswear and a red opera mask on his face, the reaction from the surroundings was obviously much smaller this time, but it was not enough to boo.

Experienced spectators always have a wait-and-see attitude towards new gladiators who stand in the ring for the first time. They have seen too many people who are ordinary on the surface but have amazing abilities. They have also seen too many people who were beaten within a minute of the opening and cried for their fathers and mothers to give up and step down.

The odds of winning on new gladiators are generally higher, and betting on them is like opening a blind box, which is very exciting. If you are lucky, you can make a fortune; if you are not lucky, you will lose everything.

For veterans who have no inside information, they have their own logic and experience in judging the quality of a new gladiator.

For example, most people who are weaker in strength like to use some inexplicable nicknames and use various gimmicks to package themselves. In fact, when the embroidered pillow is opened, it is full of hay.

The funny man wearing an opera mask standing on the field at this time is most likely one of them.

"Hey, are you serious about the codename Lord Wuji?" Yan Muyun leaned back, the corners of his mouth twitching behind the mask.

Squirrel's face didn't look good either: "I didn't give this nickname, that kid gave it to himself."

Zhang Xixue interrupted their chat: "It's about to start, get ready."

Amid the urging of the surrounding audience, the beautiful host in a white suit raised her hands in the air and said with a smile on her face: "Now, the battle begins."

After she jumped off the ring, a dull mechanical sound sounded from the ceiling, and the thick glass cover slowly fell down, finally closing tightly with the edge of the ring.

Yan Muyun was a little nervous, clenching his fists tightly, and his fingertips could feel a little slipperiness in his palms, which was due to the sweat caused by nervousness.

The man sitting cross-legged in the distance made a move. Instead of supporting the floor with his hands, he stood up with the power of his feet alone. The process was slow and leisurely.

The next moment, his figure turned into an afterimage and rushed over.

The spectators in the audience were a little confused, and many people who were cheering subconsciously closed their mouths.

It stands to reason that when faced with an awakened person with unknown powers, one should be cautious in testing first and wait until enough information is obtained before launching an attack.

Phantom is an experienced gladiator, and his fighting style in the past was always cautious. How could he be so reckless today? Aren't you afraid of being killed by the opponent with an unknown power?

Yan Muyun had been staring at the man opposite him since the glass cover fell. When he saw that the man suddenly became angry, he spread out a silver barrier in front of him without hesitation.

"boom."

With a muffled sound, his body curled up like a prawn and flew out, hitting the glass cover behind him hard.