World version update

Chapter 75: Life and Death Battle
As soon as he entered the trading market, Lu Yan finally felt the long-lost prosperity.

The blinding neon signs on both sides of the street and the strange-looking crowds on the street are completely different from the lifeless Cave No. 71.

Cave 71 might have been prosperous in the glorious days of the underground pharmaceutical factory, but now it is nothing more than an abandoned garbage refugee camp. Among the tens of thousands of people in the entire cave, only Quentin can touch the psychic, which is not comparable to this place at all.

Just walking along the street, Lu Yan saw more than a dozen mutants who were no less powerful than Quentin, two of whom had even undergone mechanical transformation and were suspected to be real psychics.

Just as Lu Yan was observing the complex crowd, a building suddenly attracted Lu Yan's attention.

This is an exquisitely decorated club. Around the neon sign stand more than a dozen thinly dressed beautiful women, winking at the crowd on the street. Pipes extending from the floors spew out strange pink gas from time to time.

Lu Yan noticed that many people inhaled the pink gas and rushed into the club with red eyes.

"Spraying aphrodisiacs in the street?"

Having seen the weird operations in the cyber version, Lu Yan has become a little accustomed to this, and even feels that this little trick seems a little bit unpresentable.

But after seeing the club, Quentin was amazed.

"I didn't expect that after not coming here for five months, the number of categories at the Chunchao Club has been upgraded to 172. This is probably the club with the most in the Lower City District, right?"

"What one hundred and seventy-two?"

Lu Yan asked doubtfully.

Quentin pointed to the huge neon sign in front of the club and said:

“Look carefully at the sign. There are 172 patterns on it, representing the 172 genders recognized by the global giant.

Being able to leave these patterns on the signboard proves that the club can accommodate guests of 172 genders, which is a manifestation of civilization and progress to some extent. "

Lu Yan's brain suddenly crashed, and he couldn't help but ask:

"One hundred and seventy-two genders? Where do so many genders come from?"

As soon as these words were spoken, many passers-by looked at him with contempt, but due to Quentin's strong arms, no one dared to speak directly.

Quentin counted on his fingers:
"Men, women, masculine girls, cyborgs, people with semi-alien features, and women who have turned men and think they are biologically female.
These are just the genders that this store can accommodate, the reality is that there are far more than 172 genders in major cities.”

Such an outrageous operation reminded Lu Yan of the urban version of the United States, and he couldn't help but complain:

"Are there any gunships among these genders?"

Quentin responded: "Of course, and you know that person."

"Who?"

"Green Rose registered her gender as a helicopter gunship when she was seven years old. For a long time, she believed that she could fly by swinging her twin ponytails. She even asked me many times if I could transform her twin ponytails into propellers."

Lu Yan was too tired to complain about this abnormal world and could only wave his hand to end the topic.

"Let's put gender aside for now and go to the Arena of Life and Death to promote our products."

The two of them quickened their pace, and soon a huge enclosed gymnasium-like building appeared before them.

After paying 300 credit points for the ticket, the two entered the arena easily. Then the overwhelming noise shook Lu Yan's eardrums.

In the center of the arena was the ring. In the surrounding stands, gamblers with bloodshot eyes waved their betting tickets and cheered loudly for the fighters on the ring.

A young man in a suit came up to us with a smile on his face. His words and actions were impeccable. He said:

"Excuse me, Mr. Quentin?"

Quentin nodded proudly, "I'm here to discuss a deal with Shaq. We had an appointment before."

"Boss Shaq is receiving a distinguished guest and has ordered me to prepare a VIP box in advance to receive Mr. Quentin. Please move to the box, sir."

Passing the audience on the stands, Lu Yan was brought into the box.

The glass around the box is one-way transparent, allowing you to have a clear view of the situation in the arena.

As soon as Lu Yan sat down, he heard the introduction of the host on the stage.

"Next up is the Green Goblin!"

In an instant, the arena was filled with roars like thunder and sea.

"And his opponent is the new King Steroid Warrior who has won fifteen consecutive games!"

A moment later, two huge monsters walked to the center of the ring.

Both men were an incredible 2.5 meters tall, with muscular bodies and skinny torsos that seemed to have no fat at all.

A large number of psychic tattoos occupied every inch of their skin, and the blue light flashed like a large Smurf. With Lu Yan's eyes, he could naturally see that the two of them must have been injected with a large amount of inferior psychic potions, which caused their bodies to be transformed.

The psychic tattoos on their bodies seem to be numerous, but there is no pattern to them and they are not made by a serious compiler at all. They just look intimidating.

Even if Quentin comes on the field, he can knock these two guys down with one punch.

Following the referee's order, the two little giant fighters moved.

They rushed to the edge of the ring with extraordinary agility, then grabbed the injections prepared outside the ring and began to inject them into their bodies one by one.

Such a scene made Lu Yan stunned for a moment.

The medicines flashing with blue light were injected into the fighters' bodies, and their already strong muscles began to expand rapidly like balloons.

One, two, three, seventeen. It seemed as if an arms race had started between the two sides.

If you inject one medicine, I will inject two. If you inject ten medicines, I will directly inject eleven.

After each dose of potion was fully injected, Lu Yan could clearly see a portion of the violent industrial-grade psychic energy integrating into his body, but more of the dissipated psychic energy began to corrode his flesh, leaving pinholes of rot and sores on his body.

The faces of the two fighters turned purple, but they still gritted their teeth and continued to give injections. The audience seemed to be very excited and cheered for the fighters.

"One more shot, one more shot!"

"Come on, steroid warrior! Your drug resistance is unmatched!"

Even Quentin seemed to be infected. He clenched his fists and stared at the two fighters without blinking.

"Is this considered a life-and-death fight?"

Lu Yan finally couldn't help but raise his own questions.

However, Quentin nodded seriously:
“This is truly a life-and-death struggle.”

"To be honest, I haven't been to the Colosseum for a long time. I didn't expect to see such an exciting death fight today. It's worth the trip."

Lu Yan couldn't help but refute: "What the hell is so exciting about this?"

Quentin sighed in disappointment, and explained as if you didn't appreciate it:

“What they injected was low-quality psychic injections. Large amounts of violent industrial-grade psychic energy can cause great harm to the human body.

But there is always a trade-off, as while causing damage a portion of their spiritual energy will also fill themselves, giving them a brief all-round enhancement.

This means that every injection can increase your strength and improve your chances of winning."

"When the fight began, both sides chose acupuncture at the same time, because they realized that the opponent's strength was almost the same as theirs, and if they wanted to win, they had to start with low-quality psychic injections.

As long as he could deliver one more injection than his opponent and increase his strength by a point, he would be able to secure victory in the next battle.

This is a competition to the extreme, where both sides compare not only their own drug resistance, but also their understanding of their own limits.

Simply pursuing the number of acupuncture needles and ignoring your own limits will actually reduce your own strength.

Once the acupuncture and medicine competition begins, there are only two possible outcomes. One is that both people reach their limits at the same time and engage in a hearty life-and-death battle.

Another kind.”

Before he finished speaking, the steroid warrior's body trembled and the inferior psychic injection in his hand fell to the ground.

Blood began to flow out of his seven orifices, and then gushed out wildly.

Lu Yan could clearly see that his industrial-grade psychic power had already corroded most of his internal organs, and his tall body fell to the ground with a loud bang.

"Forty-three shots! If he had insisted on two more shots, it might have been the hormone green devil who fell. It's a pity that young people are too eager for quick success.

This is what a life-and-death struggle is like. One wrong step could lead to eternal damnation!"

Quentin sighed, and while he was speaking, the referee had already announced that the hormone-ridden Green Goblin, whose face was purple, had won the final victory.

The steroid warrior who died with blood gushing out of all his orifices was placed on a huge stretcher and quickly taken out of the arena.

Seeing this scene, Lu Yan's expression eased slightly and praised:
"This arena is pretty humane. At least they know how to give first aid to the fighters. But can a dead person be saved?"

Quentin followed Lu Yan's gaze and explained:

"The steroid warrior was injected with forty-three needles before he died of bleeding from all seven orifices. This drug resistance can be called a natural gift.

The corpse was probably carried away not for emergency treatment, but to be sold to the corpse factory before the spiritual energy in the body completely dissipated. The accumulated forty-three injections of low-quality spiritual energy injections will surely fetch a good price!"

(End of this chapter)