Chapter 182 White Ghost

Even in the afternoon, the atmosphere inside the building was still feverish.

Men and women addicted to the violent secretion of hormones don't know what time is, but the visible figures are not as dense as at night.

The inferior sound system made an explosive sound, and Bai E's body swayed gently following the rhythm.

When you're in town, do as the Romans do and you have to mingle with everyone.

Seeing that he was brought by an acquaintance, and that the soldier in front of him was strong and strong, with an impressive aura, the person in charge of registration instantly changed his sitting posture and straightened his back to become more regular.

He has seen many such characters. Even if they may unfortunately die in a death battle later, they are definitely the ones who can climb up the fastest here!

So he looked at Bai E with some obvious awe in his eyes, "What is your name?"

"White Ghost."

Bai E blurted out.

I don’t know why, but this name immediately comes to mind like a bond.

Without waiting for the other party to say anything, Bai E directly pulled out ten pieces of cellophane-like currency and pressed it on the table with his palm, "One thousand, press it on myself."

Maybe ordinary android warriors don't have money, but he is not ordinary. Chavez's 500 hard-earned money does not need to be used at all. The player just handed him a thousand oceans.

Self-sufficient.

"Okay." The registration staff spoke briefly, lowered his eyebrows and carefully took ten Blackwater banknotes with a face value of 100, "Please go over there and take a short rest, and wait for two games together with the ongoing one. It’s your turn.”

"..."

Glancing at the imposing-looking figure walking towards the rest area, the registration clerk carefully hooked his hand at the waiting black goat. After he leaned over, he carefully asked softly, "What is this person's background? I haven't seen him before. Seen it?”

"Over there..." Black Goat was mysterious and raised his chin in a certain direction.

The registrant instantly understood, "Turtle!"

One word instantly came to mind - Blood God!

Came from the same place as the Blood God!

Although there are many people who come to this arena from that place to play, this newcomer is completely different from the taciturn big-headed soldiers before. At first glance, he looks like a blood god.

You have to find a qualified opponent for him...

Bai Eda, who was sitting on the sidelines, spread out his arms and put them on the backrests of the empty seats on both sides, watching the game happening on the field intently.

The fighting in this place is about not paying attention to anything, and there is no scruple in any dirty tricks that people can think of - eye penetration, chokeholds, kicks in the crotch...

Whatever you want to do, do whatever it takes to win.

Even if it's not a fight to the death, it's still full of blood and blood that can leave people maimed.

Victory is the only criterion here.

Bai E's eyes flickered, shining brightly.

He likes this feeling of letting go. If he has suppressed himself for a long time, he always has to find an opportunity to vent.

I have been shrinking my head and tail, living with my butt between my butts in the military camp. As time goes by, I always feel aggrieved.

If you have an opportunity to hit someone without being held responsible, why don't you seize it?

As for being beaten to pieces? First, the rules do not allow killing, and someone will stop him in times of danger. Second, he has the trait of "resisting death" and is not afraid at all. As long as he can return to the military camp, he will not be injured at all.

Perhaps because of the ongoing war with alien races, the medical technology of this era is surprisingly good.

With the equipment in hand, I can save people from death with my level 2 first aid skills, let alone the professional medical department in the military camp.

He had almost been beaten to pieces by the Blood God before, including the miserable condition in which Rose was beaten by a mantis in the recruit trial. Wasn't he still alive and kicking within a day?

Watching the defeated contestant being dragged off the field covered in blood like a dead dog, watching the winning contestant raising his arms to greet the cheers of the audience.

Bai E felt...

Hard!

The fist is hard!

The two battles ended not long after, and a staff member came on stage to clean up the blood-stained arena.

It's so-so, but this is an attitude, which often means that the character who is about to appear next is not ordinary.

"The next one will be a 'tornado' that tears everything apart..."

The host spoke softly, leaving the audience's emotions to ferment.

When cheers started to spread, he slowly read out his opponent.

"Fight against our newcomer—White Ghost!"

For a moment, doubts arose in the audience, "Newcomer?"

"Newcomer?"

"A tornado hits a newcomer?"

"What's the origin of this white ghost? Is the organizer crazy?"

Tornado is also a well-known gladiator in this arena. When fighting, he knocks down his opponents with a storm-like combo, which is very entertaining and has always been well received by the audience.

Logically speaking, such a well-known player should be a master of the same level.

However, the opponent unexpectedly turned out to be just a newcomer. A newcomer should have a pool of newcomers... How could he appear in the game against Tornado?

The organizer's move of sending people to the stage to clean the venue just now also represents to some extent the importance they attach to this game. They would only do this to show their importance when some star players are competing.

It is also a signal to the audience - get ready for the carnival!

The gladiator wearing only a pair of shorts jumped from the passage into the large arena. The unrestricted competition naturally gave enough space to display tactical methods.

He raised his hands to welcome the audience's love and cheers, but found that the scene was a little quiet. The occasional movement of two or three kittens made the scene even quieter.

What happened?

In the dim corridor opposite, a figure gradually emerged from the shadow of the concrete floor. In the interweaving of light and shadow, the overall appearance slowly became clear.

The corners of the blood-red leather pants were serrated on a large area. Two metal chains were hung on the trouser legs as decorations. The black leather jacket on the upper body was slightly tight, and the large muscles exposed were as vigorous and heroic as a cheetah. Even the part covered by the leather jacket, the muscles that were ready to move also outlined the indescribable lines of power.

The mask on the face reflected the metallic luster, planting the mysterious seeds in the hearts of all the audience.

"Ah~"

"So cool..."

The woman who yearned for madness closed her legs tightly, her eyes blurred.

The men also looked at the perfect body in their dreams almost obsessively. It was not the kind of exaggerated muscle mass, nor the thinness that was as thin as a bamboo pole that could be blown down by a gust of wind.

When will the underworld be able to train such a perfect body? The hard-to-get ones are more desirable.

"Is it really worth it to support him like this?" The organizer of the afternoon session touched his stubble on his chin and looked at the figure walking out of the passage on the monitoring screen with some doubts.

Every campaign must create a climax of enthusiasm, otherwise it will also be a blow to the credibility of their organizers.

The registration staff huddled aside in a wretched manner, and said in a fanatical tone, "Boss, do you think this guy looks like a rookie?"

The appearance posture is full, and the style is amazing.

This is not a master, it is not justifiable...

"I hope so..."

The person in charge who spoke glanced at another picture on the monitoring screen... In which a big figure was sitting quietly in a chair with his eyes closed waiting.

When a star player appears, there must be matching publicity.

It is also a good choice to use this insignificant small scene to set off the atmosphere.

The highlight is still to come, and the appetizer in front... I hope it can also be of a higher level.

...

Hearing the heavy breathing that obviously reveals the breath of desire, Bai E narrowed his eyes slightly.

The players' eyes are really sharp. The clothes prepared for me are exactly what these people like...

But whether it is the bad taste aesthetics that the players want to see, or to cater to the aesthetics of the black street civilians is unknown.

But it doesn't matter.

I just come to fight.

The muscular man on the opposite side has revealed obvious crazy killing intent in his eyes.

Tornado can tolerate failure, but he can't tolerate the glory that should belong to him being plundered by others.

Even if he fails, he should be the most dazzling one!

Bai Er's mouth corners are slightly hooked, and his index and middle fingers are put together, and he hooks his fingers provocatively at the opposite side——

"Come on."