Chapter 418 LII The Fight Starts Within Five Seconds of Meeting

Chapter 418 LII. Fighting starts within five seconds of meeting

1:30 pm.

There are special dealers in the arena to issue bet tickets, but the market will not open until two o'clock.

Independently watch outside the seats.

A pair of graceful women attracted the attention of the audience. Suddenly, the great god brother even lost the mood to predict the battle between the popular players. They were all swallowing their saliva and camping outdoors.

"I just watch, not bet."

A woman wearing a light yellow gauze skirt, a servant holding a parasol, a sun hat and sunglasses said to her friend.

"You will definitely like it."

Another slightly playful, wildly dressed, riveted leather jacket with short golden hair, held the other's hand and looked at her newly done manicure.

Both women have escorts, and they can't pretend to be noble. They are either noble ladies or rich girls.

The great god brother is just daydreaming. If it weren't in public, he would have enlightened them.

But after the two women and the guards entered the separated independent viewing seats, they returned to their original form in a second and began to discuss which one was better and which one was more reliable to buy.

Just like a middle-aged greasy man studying horse racing, his analysis was very clear and logical, and Buffett was nothing compared to them.

"I thought it was an independent viewing seat... Isn't it the same?"

Isis took off her sunglasses, revealing her dark brown eyes. The seats were also made of stone steps, which were cold and dusty at first glance.

However, her female companion was very knowledgeable and had asked the accompanying guards to bring cushions with excellent fabric workmanship to spread. Even such good materials and precious bird feathers were only disposable items and would be thrown away after sitting this afternoon.

The two women sat down.

"You are so pretentious."

One of Garen's younger brothers complained, with a very common hatred of the rich.

"Give it to you to fuck, fuck or not."

Another younger brother spoke extremely vulgarly.

"Hold it, hate it."

The younger brother said with a mean smile.

"Stop talking!"

Galen shouted and lowered his voice. Fortunately, no one heard him, but several people around him looked at him in surprise. Don't let people underestimate him. He knew that Li Site was not right. He was not here to watch the game. He was worried.

I don't know what he was thinking. He flicked his fingers and made a crisp sound. But not long after he finished flicking, he continued to flick hard, extremely anxious.

Isis looked at the entire independent audience. Many gentlemen in the seats took off their hats to salute her. Those people were well-dressed and were all rich businessmen.

Only the four people in the corner were out of place. Their physique and rag-like clothes made them more like laborers on the dock.

Finally, his eyes fell on Li Site.

Even though Li Site covered his face.

Inexplicably...somewhat familiar.

That body shape and the slightly exposed scar.

"Brother Li, that woman has been staring at you."

Galen reminded Li Site.

Li Site came back to his senses and looked in the direction Galen said.

Isis turned her head alertly, breathing a little faster.

Li Site no longer cared whether anyone was watching him, whether it was an intelligence officer like Serin.

He had been overwhelmed by the things that had been suppressed for nearly ten years.

Only Li Site himself understood.

He was not a desperado.

He was allowed to kill and set fire in the hopeless zone, to fight against the government, to form gangs and rob trains, and to rush all the way through the abyss of no return.

It was not some innate courage.

Courage is difficult to be given.

Li Site called it a rebound.

Only after accepting that you are the most rubbish can you have... the power to fight the world.

Li Site wanted to verify the authenticity.

Was it the lingering nightmare in the fire eight years ago?

He didn't know what to do then. Should he directly participate in the competition? No...

If he would appear in the imperial capital finals.

Then he would have four full months to catch him.

"What's wrong with you?"

Her female companion asked.

"Nothing..."

Isis lifted a strand of her chestnut curly hair and put it behind her ear. She was not sure, but it looked a bit like it.

Seven years ago, when she traveled to the South Continent, she met a man with a lot of means when she went out to sea. At that time, she didn't know why she was bewitched and bought tickets for him and his friends. In the end, she found out that the two were fugitives.

"I have asked my father to get the tickets for the finals in advance, which means that we will stay in Alan until the end of the Stargazing Festival! No need to go back to Zeon."

The blonde girl was a little excited when she spoke. Her father was very powerful in the political world.

A high-ranking official of the Five Permanent Members of the Western Continent would not change even if he became a god.

"No way... four months."

Isis didn't have time to waste so much time. She was not young anymore. Her family planned to marry her off before the end of the year, and they had already found a fiancé.

"I bought your ticket too. Come with me."

The blonde girl acted coquettishly to Isis.

Isis sighed. It happened that she also wanted to escape from home, so she just followed her.

"As you wish."

She whispered softly.

The vendor carrying cigarettes and alcohol trays was shouting, and Galen asked him to come over and buy two packs of cigarettes and four bottles of alcohol. It was half the price of the outside, but he had to bear it.

But Li Site was extremely aloof from cigarettes and alcohol, and his eyes were fixed on the battlefield.

It was two o'clock.

The audience began to boil. There were many dealers in the arena. They would inform the two sides of the next game, the odds, and the bets.

The players would enter the arena.

The preliminary selection, especially the first round, was not so formal. There was not much fuss. The fight started five seconds after meeting.

Those with martial virtue would leave the survivors alive. Those without martial virtue would be killed in one blow and left. However, there were many evenly matched.

If you don’t have two brushes, you dare not come to the mainland martial arts competition to serve food.

In the independent viewing seats for thirty people.

The dealer was introducing the situation of the game, the third competition area of ​​​​Chenxi Port, May 11, the first game in the afternoon.

Kunlan from the East China Sea fought against an orc from the North. The orc also had a gangster background.

Those who participated in the mainland martial arts competition were not serious people. Murderers could come. During special periods, the emperor pardoned these people. If they lost, they didn’t die. If they were captured and executed, they died.

The odds were ridiculously low. After seeing Kunlan's style yesterday, they were all 27 to 1, which was not suspenseful. Apart from the commission of the dealer, there was not much to be gained.

The only people who bet on the orcs were those who specialized in making upsets.

But many people were just watching and watching, just for fun. If you didn't bet, no one would force you.

Li Site certainly wouldn't bet. He wasn't in the mood. It seemed that Sackclothhead would have to wait a while before he could play.

He didn't know Kunlan's name.

When Kunlan was working for Dollinger, he was a pure freeloader with a low sense of existence. He was a reclusive god.

He participated in the mainland martial arts competition. The ranking was not important. What was important was that Dollinger fell and he had to find a new backer to avoid the pursuit of the Weaving Society.

"Wu Jinlong, I'm betting on my husband."

In the independent viewing area, a black-haired female sorcerer with a leather collar around her neck said to He Shou.

Everyone looked at him sideways.

Wu Jinlong was extremely generous.

Only He Shou was confused.

"Who is your husband...?"

He Shou was speechless.

"Quinlan."

The sorceress said casually, putting down five gold royals.

Ten minutes, and the bet was quickly left.

There was no host in the primary election. At 2:10, the time was up, and the audience began to make noise.

There were eight iron gates in the circular arena. As the staff turned the iron chain winch, the blood-stained iron gates facing each other on both sides were slowly opened.

The metal hissing sound was extremely sharp.

The rules were simple.

After the door opened, the contestants entered and stood outside the door, but they had to wait until the iron gate closed again before they could move and start fighting.

Until one side admitted defeat, lost the ability to fight, or died.

But there was an unwritten rule.

There was no point in admitting defeat.

There was no special reason, it was purely because the emperor was martial.

Two figures walked out of the iron gate.

Then there was a bang.

The gate fell directly.

Quinlan is tired of playing round after round of games; he has to make a big move and advance to the finals.