I became a big shot in the quick transmigration world.

Chapter 237 The Purge Plan in the Apocalypse (30)
Before completing one's task, any pity or sympathy will only add to the trouble.

If Yu Muhuai hadn't just entered a meditative state by chance, he might have already been unable to suppress his indignation and stepped forward to uphold justice.

If she first sensed the help that the Soul Star brought her, it was probably that she understood better what it meant to make choices and was more composed.

This also cleansed some impurities from her soul, making her soul power purer.

Yu Muhuai withdrew her gaze, ignoring the chaos and noise around her. She focused solely on observing the terrain and any possible escape opportunities.

After following three masked men through several venues, Yu Muhuai finally arrived at her destination.

Arena.

The name sounds like a gladiator arena from ancient Rome, but it's actually just a normal-sized octagonal cage where the two people with the highest audience votes are put into a duel.

There were no guns, no weapons, just hand-to-hand combat.

Yu Muhuai was taken to a small iron cage next to the octagonal cage. Before being locked in, a tag with the number "8" was attached to her body.

After her, other masked men brought in more people one after another.

The audience did not begin the formal voting until there were 16 people in the cage.

The host here is a thin, small man with big eyes. He wears somewhat quirky clothes and has a very funny and humorous hosting style.

He created a very enthusiastic atmosphere in the "arena".

The audience gathered outside the cage, scrutinizing the 16 people inside like they were watching animals, and checking the number tags on each person.

They chattered and discussed it, and finally, through a vote, they created a list of the matchups they most wanted to see.

Although Yu Muhuai's current body is the result of long-term training, possessing both muscle and agility, she is still just a minor girl. To an outsider at first glance, she wouldn't seem like she knows how to fight.

However, the first round of voting only determined who would be the most desired matchup, so Yu Muhuai's vote count was not low.

Many people have a perverse sense of humor, which is to want to see beautiful things being destroyed.

Yu Muhuai is in fifth place, and she will face off against the person in sixth place.

The sixth place was a middle-aged man who was half a head taller than Yu Muhuai. When he found out who his opponent was, he stared intently at him, considering his chances of winning.

"The rules of the 'colosseum' are that it's either you die or I live! Our octagon will only reopen once one side is confirmed dead!"

Alright! Next, let's invite the 'Gladiators' who received the first and second most votes to the stage!

Now, please begin placing your bets.

If the person you choose wins, you will receive exclusive chips from the 'Crazy Circus' and can redeem them for your prize at the podium!
Now, the guessing game begins!

As the host announced the start of the contest, the iron cage containing Yu Muhuai was opened, and the two players with the most votes were dragged out.

They are "Number 9" and "Number 13" respectively.

The man wearing the number 13 was a burly man.

He was about 180 cm tall, with a strong, muscular build. He was wearing a simple work t-shirt with "XX Repair Shop" printed on it, so he looked like an employee at a car repair shop.

The reason why number 13 received the most votes is simple: the audience wanted to see how he would beat his opponent to death.

At the same time, he was also curious to see who would be unlucky enough to be his opponent.

Unexpectedly, the number 9 vote, who came in second, turned out to be a woman.

Number 9 looked to be in her early twenties. She had a gentle appearance, and her large, wavy hair was now messy, which added to her beauty.

Her face was still streaked with tears, and her once neat and clean shirt and cropped suit pants were now covered in wrinkles and stains.

Judging from her attire, she looks like an ordinary middle-class woman. Even within the middle-class area, there are different social classes.

Some people with average means, or whose assets are mostly fixed and invested, may not be able to come up with enough money to buy their own life in a short period of time.

This should be the situation on the 9th.

Moreover, she is beautiful and has a pitiful appearance, so it's hard to imagine what kind of performance she would have in the ring.

Many audience members voted for her because of this mindset.

Unexpectedly, she was voted into second place.

When No. 9 and No. 13 came out of the cage, everyone gasped in shock.

Immediately afterwards, they all acted in unison, placing bets on number 13.

Because the outcome of this match is basically already decided.

Number 13 was a full head taller than Number 9, and with his arm strength, it seemed he could lift the other person up with one hand.

The woman in number 9 was now trembling and crying.

"No, no, please, please spare me! I don't want to go there, please!"

She hadn't taken more than a few steps when she tried to turn and run away, but something cold pressed against her forehead, abruptly stopping her from escaping.

The man with the gun, wearing a menacing mask, said impatiently, "Either go up there, or die now."

Number 9 was so frightened that her legs went weak, but she held on and didn't fall down.

Under the threat of a gun, she stiffly turned around and slowly walked towards the octagonal cage step by step.

Number 13 had already entered the octagon. He was a man of few words, and his T-shirt had some black oil stains on it, probably from the engine oil he got while repairing his car.

He crossed his arms and looked at Number 9, who was trembling as he walked toward him, his eyes calm and unfazed.

These are eyes filled with unwavering confidence, eyes that yearn to survive.

Faced with an overwhelming will to survive, even if the other party was an unarmed woman, he had no choice but to harden his heart and strike.

Faced with a match where the outcome was obvious at a glance, the spectators outside the octagon were somewhat bored, yet also quite excited.

"Go! Hit her! Beat her to the ground!"

"What are you doing in there? Playing house?"

"If you don't do it now, I'm getting a refund!"

"Hold your temper! Hahaha, beat her to death!"

"Hey beautiful! Keep it up, you might just win!"

When someone jokingly said that, it drew a burst of laughter from everyone around.

Then, as if they had found a new source of amusement, they began to urge Number 9 to make a move.

"Go for it! Number 13 will let you win. Kick his lower body, below! Kick it! You can win! I believe in you!"

Whether it was due to encouragement from outsiders or a strong will to survive, Number 9 really took the lead and made the first move.

Seeing that the other person was just standing there watching her without making a move, and with the shouts of the others, a glimmer of hope truly ignited in her heart.

That's all for today!
Thank you to [大佬韩], [暖绒], and [飛镝镝啦] for the generous donations!

Wish you sweet dreams and good night (づ￣3￣)づ╭～
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