Chapter 348 Fight to the Death?

"I'll do it." The acting captain's eyes lit up, "Captain Bai, I'll take care of whatever those people need to pick up in the warehouse, right?"

"Yes..."

"Okay! I'll do it!" The acting captain seemed quite active, and even licked his lips, looking impatient.

The other party was very enthusiastic, so Bai E would naturally not spoil the fun, "Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

Immediately, Bai E began to "turn the living into the living."

The previously exposed biochemical components and 8,000 pieces of steel had been piled up in the system space.

Virtual things always seem more satisfying than the supplies in front of us. This time, Bai E plans to fill the warehouse up to the brim, making it look like a warehouse in its truest sense.

"Shua shua shua!"

Accompanied by slight ripples of space distortion, large pieces of finished steel appeared out of thin air in front of us, and were neatly stacked on the cement floor of the warehouse.

The excellent finished steel reflected the warm yellow light lit in the warehouse, and the metal material was shiny, showing a reliable texture.

The two thugs from Gray Iron City stared at this scene with their mouths wide open in surprise...

Supplies are secondary. These things look shocking in front of them, but in fact, they are nothing to any high-ranking official in any city when converted into value.

What is really surprising is the way Bai Er took out these supplies-psychic storage!

In their cognition, there is only one way to conjure up supplies from the void with bare hands, psychic storage.

And the ability of psychic storage does not count in the value judgment in their human eyes. In the field of psychic energy, the only factor involved in psychic storage is "size".

The piles of steel that appeared in front of them, enough to occupy most of the warehouse, not only appeared in large quantities at the same time, but also maintained this speed until they filled up most of the warehouse.

Looking at the relaxed demeanor of Captain Bai, if it were not for the space limit of the warehouse, he could have released more.

How abnormal would this level of psychic strength be?

No wonder even their captain's psychic power, which they thought was extremely powerful, could not suppress Captain Bai from Blackwater City. I wonder what kind of high-ranking official Captain Bai is in their military camp...

But it should be easy for such a person to solve their problems, right?

"Okay." Bai'e clapped his hands, satisfied.

Filling up half of the warehouse did not consume even a small part of the steel he exploded, and these large pieces of steel can be used in all aspects of construction after subsequent processing.

Whether it is building this underground base or building a black street, it can be used.

Bai'e set a relatively low exchange price for it, but it is restricted to not trade and bind individuals. If any transaction is found, the organization membership will be directly expelled.

"Let's do this for now. I have something to do. I'll leave first."

Although the task is sent to the player, Bai'e himself is also considering the breakthrough of his psychic power, so he naturally wants to go and see.

If there is nothing fishy about the arena, or there are only two or three small fish, then forget it.

If there is any big stuff...

Then let's try it.

"That..." The boy who wanted to say something while watching Bai'e climbing up the stairs was pulled by the acting captain.

"What are you doing?"

The boy's lips moved, "I want to ask Captain Bai about our stabilizing fluid."

"No need to ask, Captain Bai knows it." The acting captain waved his hand, and his old-looking face was full of convincing maturity.

"Ah?" The boy's face was full of confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Captain Bai even arranged a job for us. It can't be just a temporary job, right?" When the captain didn't shake the intelligent personality, she was basically the core brain of the team. Although she was not so smart, she had some experience.

Captain Bai's way of treating them obviously regarded them as companions who could go on with him in the future.

Then naturally, as a leader, he would not fail to consider the lives and property of his companions in the team.

Believe it and it's done.

Perhaps, this is also the choice of our captain...

"Dabai and the others seem to be doing something big..." Nova's eyes flashed with a bright light, "Should we go and take a look?"

"..." The acting captain's face froze, "We are new here and don't know anything. Isn't it a good idea?"

"It's because we don't know that we should go out and get in touch more!" Nova put her hands on her waist, righteously.

"But Captain Bai said that before the details of our Gray Iron City are settled, it's not good to go out and show up..."

"Then cover your head!" Nova grabbed a headgear at hand, "Look, this is the prop that Dabai prepared for us. He just wants us to explore it ourselves."

They were going to go out, so they had a headgear at hand. How could there be such a coincidence in the world?

The acting captain's eyes were resentful, thinking that there was obviously nothing just now.

It must be you who used the psychic storage technique to transform it!

...

At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, it was the busiest time of the underground arena.

No matter what day you come here, it always seems to be a scene of bustling hormones.

Any bad emotions can be vented here without restraint, and those manic violent desires can also be completely vented through fist-to-flesh fighting with others.

Whether it was Gong Yan, Gu Lan or Kuang Xin, they were too conspicuous in such a place, so they all disguised themselves.

"You go in and compete directly, and we'll go around and see if we can find a chance to get into their backstage." Dai Lian made a general arrangement outside the door.

"Okay." Kuang Xin clenched his fists. When he heard the familiar restless music, his body began to subconsciously get excited.

But then he thought that the few people he was most familiar with in this game would soon see his performance on the stage, and he felt a little resistant.

What if he couldn't let himself go completely?

Before the little thought could even ferment, Kuang Xin's footsteps had already habitually come to the registration office.

The strange headgear on his head explained his identity. During the days when he participated in the competition, the saying that "Bull Warrior never takes off his mask" has resounded through people's hearts, and even many crazy imitators and admirers have appeared.

But the original and most abstract headgear that belonged to Kuang Xin alone, no one dared to imitate it.

This has become his unique symbol here.

Seeing the familiar headgear appear in front of him, the staff in charge of registration was instantly shocked and sat upright.

"Master Bull Warrior."

"Hmm~" Kuang Xin, who was not on the field, seemed a little taciturn. In such a chaotic situation, his "cautious" personality always prevailed. At this moment, he just raised his chin and said concisely, "Sign up."

"Okay!" The staff nodded and bowed in response, and then looked up and asked, "Master, are you participating in the death match today?"

For every familiar and famous gladiator, as long as the other party is not the kind of person who will get angry when asked a question, the person in charge of registration will ask a question when signing up.

After all, compared with the conventional game that only determines the winner, the death match that is only for the purpose of deciding life and death is more enjoyable to watch, more bloody and violent, and more likely to arouse the emotions of the audience.

"No..." Kuang Xin habitually wanted to refuse, but he was stunned when the words came to his lips.

He came here with a mission today. Maybe the death match that he has always refused is the opportunity to really start this mission?

After leaving the others, he felt that his keen sense of smell as a veteran game player began to work, and his brain was spinning rapidly.

After hesitating for a while, Kuang Xin asked cautiously: "Do we have to make a decision now?"

"No, no!" The staff smiled flatteringly, "You can change your mind before you go on stage, and the death match has the highest priority."

It doesn't matter whether you really agree or not. What they want to see most in the arena is that the Bull Warrior's attitude has eased.

The management of the arena has its own judgment on the personal situation of each star player who often participates in the competition through daily information collection-

There are generally only three types of people who come to the underground arena to participate in the competition-to hone their skills, release their desires, and make money.

In fact, the Bull Warrior's strength was not strong at the beginning, but it was obvious that he grew rapidly in the competition.

At the same time, he was not short of money, and his attitude towards money was quite casual.

He was extremely violent in battle, and he seemed a little restrained in his words and deeds.

In a comprehensive judgment, he was a warrior who came here to improve his skills and vent his suppressed desires to a certain extent.

This kind of people are now tempted by the death fight, not for the higher winning prize of the death fight, but for the more exciting battle itself, they want to get more progress from it, or... they are eager for killing and blood.

Many warriors who have been hanging around here for a long time will eventually take this path.

The violent expectations of all the spectators are like poison, slowly seeping into the bone marrow. Rather than saying that the gladiators who participate in the death fight are their own personal will, it is better to say that they are just a comprehensive manifestation of everyone's violent desire.

Now, another strong warrior has truly taken the first step towards sublimation under this long-term subtle influence.

The staff's face exudes an enthusiastic red glow, which is unimaginable. "We haven't had the death fight for several days. The accumulated prize pool is much more than the previous death fight prize. If you are willing to participate, we can build momentum for you as soon as possible."

Participants in the death fight can not only enjoy a fixed bonus, but also get a portion of the bets on the game. The more spectators there are, the larger the bet amount, and the more money the winner can get.

Even the warriors who have no shortage of money still care about the invisible honor of "having more than others".

Sometimes the meaning of money is not in itself, but in the emotions it can bring.

"Build momentum?" Kuang Xin muttered to himself.

Another key word.

Grand performances always need audiences, and building momentum means more audiences.

Deathmatch? Could it be the core of this mission?

Yes!

Otherwise, why would the master let me participate in the competition here so long in advance?

You know, not everyone can participate in the deathmatch, or it is not worthy of the word "building momentum".

Or even if ordinary people want to participate, they are just regarded as abandoned scraps and sent to be slaughtered like pigs.

Only the star players who have been famous here for a long time are eligible to get the focus of publicity and momentum from the organizers of the arena.

In fact, his qualifications are not old either, but his fighting style is crazy enough, unique, and he has made rapid progress in the battle, so he can rise quickly in this arena.

So the reputation I have built in the arena may also be a hidden condition for opening this task.

Everything is in the adults' plan!

"I need to think about it again." Even though he was 99% sure in his heart, his cautious heart still dominated Kuang Xin's behavior in normal state, "If I don't participate in the death match, how long will it take me to play?"

"At present, there are three games ahead of you, sir." The staff looked at the schedule and answered accurately.

"Then I will come back later." Kuang Xin turned and left. He needed to discuss with Dai Lian and others.

"No problem, sir! You should keep an eye on the time, sir!" The staff shouted respectfully from behind.

The contestants who have registered normally have to wait honestly in the backstage, but those familiar star players always have more privileges.

Watching the back of "Bull Warrior" disappear into the crowd, the smile on the staff's face suddenly disappeared, turned around and turned on the headset, contacting the real person in charge of the arena, "Boss, 'Bull Warrior' seems to have the intention of participating in the death match today..."

"Oh?"

The voice was silent for a long time, as if weighing the pros and cons.

After a while, a reply came, "Hold him steady, I'll find a way."

It's been a long time since there was enough brave blood to offer as a sacrifice...

The Blood God, who was highly expected last time, has not been heard from for some reason since the sublimation battle that was carefully prepared for him. From the gossip heard from some soldiers in their camps who have a good relationship, it seems that the Blood God died in an outing mission.

It is not entirely bad news that the master's loyal warriors died in the material world. After all, the warriors who can return to the master's arms can feel the master's glory more.

But the master seems... not "happy"?

As the master's most loyal servant, he certainly doesn't dare to speculate on the master's mind at will, but from the master's blessing he has received...the master doesn't seem to have any special gifts because of harvesting the soul of the Blood God.

In this case, of course, he has to work harder.

But the Blood God killed several of his trump cards in that battle, and there have been no particularly promising star players in recent days.

He was in a dilemma because he had never seen the "White Ghost" and "Mad Lion" that he valued before after fighting each other.

If this continues, the reputation and popularity of his arena will be taken away by several other arenas.

At present, although this "Bull Warrior" is not old, he has attracted a group of fanatical fans in a short period of time due to his strong personal fighting style.

It seems not bad to use him to be the first drop of blood to please the master after such a long interval?