Reborn Saint System

Chapter 2 I Want to Live

"I must live..."

Looking at the opponent who was much stronger than him, a blood-red madness flashed in Han Feng's eyes.

Here is a huge Colosseum!
In the stands, which could accommodate nearly ten thousand people, there were no empty seats. Countless people in various clothes blushed, roared wildly with excitement, and vented the tyranny in their hearts.

In a huge iron cage made of thick steel bars, two masked, shirtless people were staggeringly facing each other.

It was supposed to be a fight between humans and beasts, but under the bloodthirsty demands of countless people, it gradually turned into a life-and-death fight between humans.

Tightly holding the miniature dagger that was only one finger long in his hand, Han Feng stared at his opponent, waiting for the opening bell.

The miniature dagger was specially made by the Colosseum in response to the audience's request.The reason why such a weapon is used is because such a weapon can make people see blood quickly, but not die so quickly, so as to satisfy some people's perverted desires.

"Ding……"

A crisp bell rang suddenly, and the original boiling sound of the Colosseum fell silent instantly as if cut off by a knife, leaving only the heavy panting of the audience.

The moment the bell rang, the opponent moved, and the miniature dagger raised high, followed the scattered footsteps under his feet, and rushed towards Han Feng quickly.

Looking at the opponent's footsteps, Han Feng smiled on his face hidden behind the mask. As an 'old man' in the Colosseum, he has experienced more than ten fights. From the opponent's footsteps, he can see that , the opponent is a rookie.

Although he laughed, Han Feng didn't dare to relax in the slightest. As an old man, he understood that any mistake could rewrite the outcome of the battle, and he might be the one who fell down.

Holding the miniature dagger in his hand, the moment the opponent rushed over, his body suddenly fell short, and he slipped under the opponent's raised arm.

The moment the bodies staggered, the dagger in his hand quickly slashed across the opponent's ribs, leaving a blood-red wound. At the same time, the forward body turned around instantly, and the hand holding the dagger swung back to prevent the opponent from counterattacking.

Looking at the opponent's wound that was only oozing blood instead of bleeding, Han Feng felt helpless. In order to make the battle last longer, the edge of the dagger was not fully opened.

The opponent didn't seem to have expected that Han Feng's skill was so agile, he touched his wound, and for a while, he didn't rush up again, but started to circle around the edge of the iron cage, trying to find his flaws.

As the opponent turned, Han Feng also slowly turned his body, but he just kept adjusting his direction on the spot.

The legs are slightly separated, one in front of the other, separated by shoulder width, the body is slightly bowed, the arms are at the chest, the dagger is held in one hand, the palm is formed in the other, and the fingers are slightly bent.

This is Han Feng's posture summed up by combining wild animal pounces and his own fighting experience again and again, with both offense and defense.

"Wild wolf, kill him..."

"I love you, wolf..."

"Wild wolf... wild wolf..."

After seeing the popularity, the audience became even more frantic, roaring loudly, and constantly waving the tickets in their hands, which were the proof for their bets.

Wild wolf is Han Feng's code name in the Colosseum. As an old man who has won [-] games in a row, he already has a group of loyal supporters.

Of course, this kind of support is only because Han Feng's victory has won them a lot of money.

Finally, the opponent who turned around a few times seemed to have lost his patience, waved the miniature dagger in his hand, and rushed over again.

Looking at the opponent's disorganized and waving arms, under the mask, Han Feng's smile grew stronger. This battle... It's time to end.

Tightening the miniature dagger in his hand, Han Feng went forward without hesitation.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, Han Feng's hand grabbing the opponent's arm was slapped back. In an instant, his arm was so sore and numb that he couldn't move it.

Really angry!

In this blow of the opponent, there is actually true energy!

The other party is a cultivator!
A look of disbelief flashed in Han Feng's eyes, and there was also... a hint of panic.

According to the rules of the Colosseum, both sides of the contestants must be ordinary people without any strength.Cultivators, whether it is strength, endurance, or reaction, are far superior to ordinary people.Even the most low-level post-acquired cultivators are not at the same level as ordinary people.

If it's a battle between a cultivator and an ordinary person, then what's the suspense? How can the Colosseum make money?And generally speaking, cultivators disdain to fight with ordinary people.

"The other party is a cultivator!" Han Feng was startled and was about to shout.

"laugh!"

With a soft sound, Han Feng was surprised and distracted for a moment, and the opponent's miniature dagger had already pierced into his chest.

"puff!"

Han Feng's shout, which had reached his lips, turned into blood spurting out of his mouth, and the blood rained all over the sky, spilling down, staining the ground red.

"Xiao Ling, brother can no longer protect you..." A pure and lovely face of a girl flashed in my mind, and Han Feng's body fell backwards...

………………

On the second floor of the Colosseum, in a luxuriously decorated hall.

"Hey, it's a pity. Such a good seedling just died like this." A middle-aged man with two beards at the corners of his mouth said, but there was no trace of pity in his tone.

"Hehe, brother Liu Meng, do you really feel it's a pity?" the fat man on the other side asked playfully.

"Well, you fat Hu Jinhu, you actually made fun of me." Liu Meng said with a smile, "However, your trick is really good. In this fight alone, we earned nearly 20 taels of silver."

"It's really a pity that this trick can't be used often." Hu Jin felt a little regretful, "If you use it often, it will inevitably be seen by others, and it's not beautiful."

"Be content! This amount is equivalent to half a year's income in the past." Liu Meng told the truth.

These two people are the two stewards of the Colosseum, and they belong to the two major families of Yang'an City.

This time, it was Fatty Hu Jin who took advantage of the fact that Han Feng, who had won [-] games in a row, made a round.

When most of the audience bought Han Feng to win, they found a cultivator of the first level acquired in the family to participate in the fight, intending to earn a lot of money from it.

"However, it's strange to say that that kid is obviously an ordinary person, and he can win eighteen games in a row. This has never happened before." Liu Meng was still a little surprised by Han Feng's strength.

"Actually, it's nothing." Fatty Hu Jin explained: "I investigated him, and it is said that this kid has often entered the mountains since he was a child. His fighting skills are all trained in fighting wild beasts."

"It turned out to be like this, but this is really a pity." Liu Meng shook his head and said in a strange tone.

………………

"Wild wolf, get up..."

"You fucking got up..."

"Death deserves it, causing me to lose money!"

In the auditorium, looking at the fallen wild wolf, the people who lost money roared and cursed, completely forgetting the enthusiasm for him before.

"what!"

Han Feng let out a scream and sat up from the ground. After looking around, he was at a loss...wasn't he hit by a car?How did you get here?
Whose memories belong to these messy memories?Why is it so similar to my memory?Am I time-traveling?
If it really crossed over, then... what kind of place is this?
Han Feng is still a senior student, his parents passed away very early, leaving him and his younger sister to depend on each other.But just today, the most important sister was in a car accident, and she couldn't be rescued in the end.

Heartbroken and unwilling to believe this fact, Han Feng rushed out of the hospital with his sister's body in his arms, but misfortunes never come singly. As soon as he ran to the street, he was hit by a fast-moving truck and flew out.

"Xiao Ke, brother failed to protect you well, brother came to accompany you..." This was his last thought before losing consciousness.

Fortunately, he comes from a place with extremely advanced technological civilization, where there are countless novels similar to this kind of time travel, so he accepted this fact calmly.After the initial surprise, he immediately began to observe the surrounding environment.

The huge iron cage is surrounded by stands full of people. Looking at their clothes, they seem to be like ancient people.

The door of the iron cage was locked, and Han Feng stood up cautiously. After seeing the opponent on the opposite side, his brain suddenly burst into pain, and some memories about the Colosseum flooded out, making him understand the situation in front of him. situation.

"Hahahahahahaha, is life and death a struggle? If you die, you die. My little sister is dead. What's the point of my life?" Han Feng screamed in his heart, and the great pain of losing his sister came to his heart again, that kind of heart The feeling of being repeatedly torn apart made him sore.

"Little Ling..."

Thinking of my sister, another girl's name appeared in my mind, and at the same time, a pure and lovely smiling face appeared in my mind.

"Could it be that God reborn me to reunite with my sister in this way? No, I can't die, absolutely can't die." Han Feng, who had already given up his heart, was instantly full of desire for life.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"The sage system is being bound..."

"The saint system is activated..."

"Scanning host basic information..."

"Name: Han Feng."

"Sex: Male."

"Age: 16."

"Cultivation realm: None."

"Qualification: mediocre, double the repair value required to upgrade"

"Aptitude will affect the repair value required for upgrading. The higher the aptitude, the less experience points are required. Aptitude can be improved through other means."

"..."

Only 16 years old, a full six years younger than me.

What is this all about?
Han Feng was a little confused, is this the system that often appears in novels?

Saint system?According to his memory, in the last life, under Daozu Hongjun, only Taishang Laojun, Yuanshi Tianzun, and Tongtian leader could be called saints!I don't know if the sage system is the same as this.

"Forget it for now, the most important thing right now is to survive." Han Feng pulled out the miniature dagger on his chest, wondering if it was because of the system that the wound didn't bleed much.

In the auditorium, the people who had been yelling and scolding all the time saw Han Feng stand up, and the original scolding turned into cheers in an instant.

"Wolf, good job..."

"Haha, wolf, kill him."

Du Fan's opponent, Liu Fei, the cultivator at the first level of the day after tomorrow, changed his expression. He was sure that the dagger had penetrated into Han Feng's heart just now, but this guy stood up again as if nothing had happened.

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