Chapter 39 The Helplessness of Workers

Lu Li's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he raised his hand to shoot several lightning arrows.

Before he hit the target, the 'speed system' talent was fully activated!

Lu Li's body suddenly accelerated!

Like a cannonball fired from a gun, he slammed into one of the gaps!

The invisible lizard warrior was busy dealing with the lightning arrows, and didn't notice Lu Li who was madly killing him.

When he came to his senses, the sharp blade had already cut through his body!

"Ouch!" The injured lizard warrior howled in pain.

Just when he was about to launch a counterattack, he found that his movements were inexplicably much slower.

"What's going on? The knife is poisonous!"

The lizard warrior glanced at the data panel and found that a long list of debuffs had been followed by his name!

'Cursed toxin', 'corruption toxin', 'tear', 'severely injured', 'continuous bleeding', 'wound corruption', 'weakness', 'armor broken', 'chaos'...

This is when he was cut!

The lizard warrior was horrified and struggled to retreat, trying to take out the potion from the space bag to purify the debuff.

But Lu Li would never give him a chance!

He turned back with a sudden brake, and his knife arm instantly pierced the chest of the lizard warrior with a sniper!

When the other lizard warrior saw his companion being killed, he howled in grief and anger, and wanted to rush over to fight Lu Li.

However, there were many soul soldiers surrounding him, and even though they were of low level, they still formed a lot of obstacles for the lizard warrior.

Lu Li didn't even launch another charge, but just used a few lightning arrows to split the lizard warrior into charcoal.

The battle ended again.

The audience was very quiet, and after a long time, thunderous cheers broke out!

"Oh my god, Lu Li is awesome!"

"Using a large number of junk summons to find and trap invisible opponents, why didn't I think of this good idea!"

"The combat reaction is smooth, Lu Li is definitely a first-class genius..."

"Who else! I just want to ask who else can beat this newcomer!"

"It's stable, it's stable, even opponents with invisible talents can be killed, and a hundred consecutive wins are just around the corner!"

"Eh? Where is the brother who said he would treat me to a fortune? You must be disappointed..."

The same discussion was going on in each box.

In a simple and elegant box.

An old man and a young man stood in front of the glass, overlooking the arena below.

After hearing Dio announce Lu Li's victory, the old man slowly spoke:

"Kou'er, after watching for so long, what do you think of this man?"

The boy, who looked only eleven or twelve years old, smacked his lips and said loudly:

"Very powerful, but his fighting style is aggressive and his mind is not calm enough."

"Oh? Why do you think so?"

The old man glanced at the boy, his tone still unhurried.

"With Lu Li's level, he could have survived 80 games without injury, but he injured himself for the sake of efficiency."

"Using oneself as bait is a strategy, of course, but it is too risky in hundreds of fights."

"Once an opponent who cannot be matched appears, your life will be completely over."

The boy's words were reasonable, and every word was pearls.

But the old man did not show a happy smile on his face, but shook his head with some disappointment.

He did not directly point out the mistakes in the boy's evaluation, but asked another question:

"If you go up and fight him, what do you think your chances of winning are?"

The boy felt as if he had been greatly insulted when he heard this, and his tender face flushed a little:

"If I go up and fight him, I can't say that I have a 100% chance of winning, but I can't say that he is my opponent in 99% of cases!"

"Putting aside the level difference, I am three streets ahead of him in terms of talent alone!"

"Grandpa, are you old and confused? You actually asked such a question..."

Facing the boy's dissatisfaction, the old man did not have the slightest anger on his face, but laughed:

"Young people are strong-willed and unruly! It's a good thing to be confident, but you shouldn't be arrogant."

The boy retorted:

"Our Chen family has cultivated the mad sword, and the talent awakened from generation to generation is also the [Rage] that matches the sword. It's normal to be confident and arrogant!"

"Grandpa, you are timid, so your strength can't make any progress."

The old man put away his smile, but there was still no anger in his eyes.

He made a suggestion that surprised the boy:

"If you really think so, why don't you go down and fight with Lu Li later?"

"Go down and fight with him?"

A trace of barely detectable fear flashed across the boy's eyes, which was quickly replaced by contempt:

"Isn't that bullying? Besides, the arena management will not allow the level difference between the gladiators to be too large."

In order to ensure the fairness of the fight, the hub arena has a hidden rule.

That is, the level difference between the two sides in the fight cannot exceed 10 levels.

The boy Chen Kou is already Lv.30, 15 levels behind Lu Li, far exceeding the limit.

The old man pretended to be surprised, patted his head and laughed:

"I almost forgot there is this limit, so to ensure fairness, let's send a knife slave..."

In another luxuriously decorated box.

Xiao Erfu withdrew his gaze from the arena and said with a little concern:

"Madam, how about I go again? I'm afraid that Zhigaotian underestimated Lu Li's strength. If this goes on..."

Madam Bazhua raised her hand and said softly:

"Don't worry, there are still twenty games."

"This opponent is just a test. Lu Li is very strong, but he has played all his cards."

"If I'm not mistaken, Zhigaotian will soon send someone to sign a contract with him."

Sure enough.

Before Mrs. Octopus finished speaking, Dio, who had been at the edge of the arena, suddenly ran towards Lu Li.

It seemed that he had received some instructions.

Seeing the robot referee running towards him, Lu Li was also a little surprised and immediately stopped searching the body.

"Lu Li, you are lucky! Someone has taken a fancy to you and wants to buy you!"

"Buy me? But I don't belong to the arena."

Lu Li frowned and didn't understand what Dio meant for a while.

If I remember correctly, I don't seem to have signed a contract with the arena.

Since I am a free person, how can I be bought and sold?

Seeing Lu Li's confusion, Dio immediately explained:

"Of course you don't belong to the arena now. I'm here to make you sign a contract to sell yourself."

"Sign the contract to sell yourself. In the next 20 fights, you will be assigned very weak opponents to help you easily achieve a hundred consecutive wins."

"If you don't sign, the arena will assign you an unbeatable opponent and you will die."

"Even I can't change this."

After saying that, Dio shrugged helplessly.

Although he likes Lu Li very much, he also hopes that he can win a hundred fights smoothly.

But now that the Supreme Heaven has intervened, no matter how much he, Dio, blows up, he is just a referee.

A poor worker who can't change anything.

When Lu Li heard this, his face suddenly turned cold.

He hates being threatened the most!

And if he lives again, he wants stability, but he will never be servile!

"Don't think about the contract to sell yourself. Let the game continue."

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