Douluo: Reincarnation of Pineapple Blowing Snow, the Fruit Treasure returns!

"vomit…"

Lu Xiaoguo was the first to lose her temper.

He watched helplessly as the person was dragged away, their mangled body still dripping liquid, their face deathly pale, their stomach churning, almost vomiting on the spot.

He quickly covered his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes:
"This is...this is terrible...this is so dirty."

Orange Fragrance's face also turned pale. Suppressing her discomfort, she twitched her lips and whispered:
"This...this isn't a competition...this is...a slaughterhouse! Only one out of ten can survive...it's too cruel!"

Pineapple Snowstorm was also thrilling to watch.

But Pineapple Snow's naturally carefree nature allows him to keep thinking.

He stroked his chin, his gaze shifting between the crazed victor and the frenzied spectators in the arena, and suddenly uttered a sentence:
"Tsk, these tickets for the audience must be expensive."
The visual effects are quite impressive, but the hygiene is appalling. They don't even send a cleaning lady to clean it regularly. Thumbs down!

A skinny man standing nearby, who was shouting loudly with his face red and neck thick, suddenly turned his head when he heard Pineapple Snow's comment.

Stare at him with an expression as if he were an idiot:
"Where did this idiot come from? A cleaning lady? Do you think this is your home?"

Here, blood and bits of flesh are the best decoration!

Pineapple Snow wasn't angry at all; instead, she smiled and struck up a conversation:
"Brother is right! But I'm new here and I'd like to ask, how do I pay the registration fee? And is there a prize money if I win?"

The scarred man was taken aback by his reaction, then sneered:
"Registration fee? Pay with your life."

If you win, you'll live one more day and receive a cup of 'Dew from the Underworld'!

"This is the biggest bonus, kid. With your delicate skin and tender flesh, you wouldn't even be enough to fill a tooth gap!"

Just then, a new ten-person free-for-all was about to begin.

An old man with a hoarse voice, like a broken gong, read out ten numbers in his booming voice. Those whose numbers were called, some with despair on their faces, others with madness in their eyes, all walked into the bloody pit.

Pineapple Snowflakes watched their retreating figures, then suddenly patted Orange Fragrance and Lu Xiaoguo on the shoulder, speaking in a tone as if discussing what to eat for dinner:

"Brothers, it looks like we'll have to come here more often from now on."

Let's set a small goal first, like... winning twenty or thirty games?
"When we win the Yellow Spring Dew, Little Fruit, aren't you thirsty? How about I treat you to a drink?"

Lu Xiaoguo shook his head like a rattle-drum, snot bubbles flying everywhere:
"No, no! That thing looks so scary!"
"I won't drink that! I want real strawberry juice!"

Orange Fragrance's face darkened: "Pineapple Snow! What kind of time is this for jokes! Think about how to survive the first round first!"

The three then discussed it and decided to get a number plate.

They thought: Since we're already here, we should at least go up and take a look.

So, filled with tension and determination, the three of them squeezed in front of the old man in charge of registration, whose voice sounded very hoarse.

The old man didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, casually tossing the three of them a wooden plaque with numbers engraved on it, as if he were just distributing a few insignificant items.

"Next match, numbers 991 to 1000, enter!"

A hoarse voice rang out.

Orange Fragrance took a deep breath, gripped the wooden plaque tightly in her hand, and nodded to Pineapple Snow and Lu Xiaoguo:

"I'll go scout ahead first!"

Pineapple Snow patted his shoulder and said, unusually seriously:
"Be careful! Don't try to fight head-on. If you can't beat them, then...try to outsmart them!" (End of Chapter)