Starting from the recovery of Shanhaijing

Chapter 166 Silence
The shackles fell to the ground.

Then there was also the tattered prison uniform that Yan Jing tore off casually because he thought it was dirty.

The light illuminates the man walking towards the entrance of the corridor. He is wearing cloth shoes, orange trousers, and has a muscular shirtless upper body. Dragon and tiger tattoos are entrenched on the left and right. His head is on his shoulders. His pupils seem to be dotted with blood, which is particularly eye-catching.

"What's going on with this guy? He doesn't know if the living or the dead are in the ring outside. Tonight's boxing champion will definitely beat him to death. Yes, it must be cruel enough. It's best to smash his brains out. Fuck it "

Holding the sunken cigar in his hand, the fat pig man flicked his ears, and hurriedly picked up a silk scarf to wipe his sweat with his empty hands, paused, and whispered to himself in surprise,
"I've seen photos of him when he was in prison. It shouldn't be like this. The aura is wrong. Where did those tattoos come from?"

After waiting for a while, there was no response from the side. The fat pig man couldn't help turning his head to look at the rat man who came in with him, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

The Ratman, who was still planning to "sell meat" before, fell to the ground at some point, and there was a blood hole in his heart.

what happened?

The fat pig man was horrified and wanted to go up to check, but he felt chills all over halfway, as if he was being watched by a fierce beast, he didn't dare to stay any longer, and ran to the other end of the corridor staggeringly.

At the top of the corridor behind him, Huying's claws were inserted into the stone wall, and retracted its long tail that shone coldly.

At this time, Yan Jing was not in charge of what happened behind him, his ears were filled with heavy metal electronic music, and the high-pitched rhythm and drum beats were enough to make ordinary people dizzy and excited uncontrollably.

Stepping out of the entrance of the corridor, there was a chaotic colorful light that flashed non-stop. Yan Jing half-closed his eyes, his pupils shrank slightly, and noticed three cameras that looked like seagulls floating in front of him and above his head.

The level of technology in this world seems to be much higher than imagined, because various advertisements in the form of holographic projections are being played in a loop above the venue, and occasionally there are previous highlights.

Of course, without exception, the contents are all unilateral massacres.

There is no doubt that this is an arena that is not bound by the law. Here, there is no such thing as admitting defeat.

As mentioned in the background introduction of the event, power represents the final right of interpretation here.

Failure is death!

The arena is projecting Yan Jing's expression on the big screen in the center of the arena.

There was no trace of fear in the stern face like a knife and axe, and the half-closed eyes were like a wild animal's doze before hunting, shining fiercely.

The audience was silent for a few seconds, and then became louder and louder.

Yan Jing, who quickly adapted to the lighting, finally saw the situation in front of him clearly.

The corridor is connected to the "Ring Arena", which is basically a large sandy ground made of strong barbed wire. Yan Jing can see the bloody gravel, broken meat, and broken teeth that have not been cleaned all over the ground with a cursory glance.

The hundreds of seats around the arena are crowded with "people". Looking around, without exception, there are beast limbs or organs appearing on the torso of human beings, and they don't look like mutations. Body modification like the guy in the corridor.

Snake people covered with scales, with forked tongues in their mouths, but wearing suits that symbolize gentlemen; bird people with feathered arms and claws screaming loudly; more rat people , short in stature, and looked very low in status, they all sat in the farthest position.

Yan Jing could feel that these guys were not real monsters at all, but half-human, half-demon bastards with no strength at all.

Lu Wu's golden eyes didn't even bother to tell whether they were a threat to Yan Jing.

"Hey, stop posing, it will be nothing more than a pile of dead meat in a few seconds."

A sarcastic laugh sounded from the side, Yan Jing turned his head to look, and saw a guy with black wings, a crow head, and an exaggerated sequined costume passing by with a microphone in his hand, and finally landed on the railing that was flying across the sky and his sarcasm was also diffused by the microphone.

For a time, there were malicious ridicule and all kinds of foul language in all directions.

Yan Jing stood in front of the corridor, flexing her muscles and bones, becoming more and more silent, but her eyes locked on the other end of the passage.

There was a huge black shadow walking out slowly.

Nearly three meters tall, his fat body like a mountain of meat is covered with thick black bristles, and his muscular limbs retain human characteristics, but his head has completely turned into a pig's head full of needlework marks. Two yellowed fangs protrude from the lips, and there is a dark purple mohawk on the top of the head, which is completely wild and non-mainstream.

Does this look like a wild boar?
"Red mane! Red mane! Red mane!"

Seeing the protagonist enter the stage, the atmosphere inside and outside the arena suddenly became frenzied, and this Zhu Li just glanced at Yan Jing, and found that his height was only up to his waist, and his body was like a "thin bamboo pole", grinning and spitting to the side , ignoring the latter directly, and started bouncing on the spot to the music, making exaggerated movements.

"The ring competition has officially started. It seems that our ring leader doesn't care about the challenger at all, he."

The host announced the start of the battle, holding the microphone in one hand, and signaled the floating camera with the other hand to quickly capture the expression on the challenger's face. He knew that this was the audience's favorite content.

However, when the camera was adjusted, Yan Jing was no longer in the original position.

Sand and gravel splashed in the field, and a vigorous figure rushed forward, reaching a distance of more than ten meters in the blink of an eye!

Realizing that something was wrong, Zhu Xi hurriedly stopped what he was doing, clasped his hands together into a hammer and slammed it down in front of him.

It's a pity that just as the hammer on his side fell, Yan Jing had already kicked the former's wrist and flew straight up into the air. What those eyes embedded in the fat meat could see was only a figure shrouded in dazzling colorful light.

Huh~ bang!
There was a sound like a heavy hammer falling, and the gravel splashed several meters high. The audience stood up one after another and continued to shout Zhu Li's name. In their view, the battle was over.

This is indeed the case, but the bloody scene they wanted to see did not appear.

Instead, Zhu Xi's huge body of nearly [-] kilograms was kicked away by someone's leg, and his figure suddenly overturned in the center of the field.

The cheers stopped abruptly, and the half-human crows in the auditorium and the ring fell into a dead silence.

Accompanied by rhythmic drumbeats, Yan Jing landed on the head of Zhu Xie whose neck was twisted 180 degrees, stepped on his fangs, raised his chin, and squinted at the audience outside the cage, his expression still indifferent.

He suddenly bent down and broke off the fangs of Zhu Xie, turned around and threw it at the host above his head, and waited until it hit its forehead before he said expressionlessly,
"What are you doing in a daze? I heard that as long as you pass three levels, you can go home. How many people are there in this arena? I'm in a hurry!"

"Hey, what is this guy doing? Didn't he just come out of prison? The information says he was locked up for fighting. A pariah. This is just a pariah. How can he kill Zhu Xi!"

The boss's roar came from the earphones, and the half-demon host trembled all over, even shaking off the wings that were often maintained behind him, and hurriedly responded,
"It's okay, Zhu Xie is just the main challenger tonight, not the signboard of our arena. This is... well, this is an opportunity, boss, I think the audience is already tired of watching one-sided massacres, this kind of scene of turning defeat into victory It can stimulate them even more, let them know that even the individual elites of human beings are not as good as us blood purifiers who have evolved!"

Zhu Lie is a gladiator recently carefully cultivated in the arena. The money spent on publicity alone is tens of thousands. Now he is kicked to death by a person who appears from nowhere. The boss of the arena can't help accept.

However, since things have happened, all they can do now is to do everything possible to make up for it. The host tremblingly picked up the microphone, knowing that the next battle must be won.

The arena needs a strong gladiator to end this embarrassing scene and get back on track for tonight's fight.
"It seems that a strong challenger appeared tonight, and Zhu Lie's negligence cost him a heavy price, but it doesn't matter, we still have the king of the dark night sitting in the arena, let us shout his name together! "

"Blood Bat King! Blood Bat King! Blood Bat King!"

Zhu Li's death undoubtedly aroused the anger of the surrounding audience. They also couldn't accept that a person who had never undergone any transformation defeated a blood purifier whose strength was close to that of a demon soldier and whose transformation progress had exceeded [-]%.

Looking at the frenzied audience again, the host secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

That's right, there will be no problem with the Blood Bat King in the arena tonight. As long as he descends in the arena and attacks that lifeless guy, the situation will definitely change.

Now they urgently need a hearty massacre to rekindle their sense of superiority as blood purifiers.

As a result, the lights in the arena turned bloody in an instant, sharp roars came from above the arena, and a vampire-like humanoid monster flew down from the dome, with its arms wide open, gliding above the arena with its membrane wings, completely black. There are bloody lines between the skin and flesh, and the three-petal mouth is open, showing interlaced and dense fangs.

Its hunt is about to begin
next second.

The light overhead was obscured by a figure.

The Blood Bat King raised his head in a daze, and saw Yan Jing lingkong raised his leg and fell, his heel was already in front of his eyes!
Boom! Boom!
The ferocious head was in close contact with the ground of the arena.

Yan Jing stepped on the top of the gladiator's head again, looked at the half-demon who fell from the microphone in his hand, and asked in a cold voice,
"Only to this extent?"

"Kill him! Now, kill him immediately! Never allow him to leave the arena!"

Two gladiators were beheaded in a row, and the boss behind the arena roared in the VIP box not far away, and the cracking sound of the utensils echoed endlessly in the host's earphones.

Raising his brows lightly, Yan Jing could not help being stunned for half a second when he heard the dense footsteps coming from the corridor behind him and the sound of guns being loaded.

He was still thinking about completing the optional missions.

Did you hit too hard just now?
　there will be later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)