The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

Mu Bai couldn't help swallowing his saliva, but fortunately he had experienced this kind of scene a lot, so he was still calm at this moment.

"Let's go, don't look, it won't be long before it's your turn." The guard beside him urged coldly.In his eyes, Mu Bai is no different from a dead person.

Because in this colosseum, the organizer is a black dealer, and will arrange the level of soul beasts according to the strength of the players tested, and manipulate the results of the overall competition to make huge profits.

Not far ahead, there is a preparation room where all contestants will wait quietly.

After Mu Bai entered the preparation room under the leadership of the guard, the guard turned and left without saying a word.

Standing inside the door, Mu Bai looked around the room, the area is not very big, about [-] square meters, square, there are two benches inside, and five young people are sitting there.

On the side, there are knives, swords, shields, staffs, armors and other weapons and equipment, which are provided to the players for free.

"Hai brother."

After seeing Mu Bai, Judith quickly stood up and greeted him happily.

Mu Bai nodded slightly, walked to Judith and sat down, while looking at the other four young people beside him, they were all calm, and judging from their breath, they were all emperor-level masters.

Judith's face was not very good-looking. The beast fight just now scared him a lot, and he began to feel a little regretful in his heart, but now that everyone has come, it is obviously impossible to leave first.

Seeing that his hands were trembling slightly, Mu Bai clenched his teeth and lips tightly, and couldn't help asking: "Are you very scared?"

Judith nodded solemnly, and said, "It's a little bit."

Not only him, but even the few people on the side seemed calm on their faces, but in fact, the tension in their hearts was no better than that of Judith.

Once they entered the Colosseum, they would fight to the death and there was no way out, and the crowd of spectators looked like they were watching a battle between humans and beasts, just for entertainment, so they gambled a little money to pass the boring time.

"Next, No. 23 is ready to enter."

A blond middle-aged man walked in and shouted.

"Yes."

A rather robust middle-aged martial artist got up quickly, changed into a set of silver-white ninth-grade armor in the equipment area beside him, and left with his great sword on his back.