You tell me, this is called daily youth?

......

"The first battle has been arranged, just follow me."

At the same time, Abate walked into the lounge and spoke directly without any polite words.

He was not optimistic about these people. Except for the leader Kevin, who was somewhat decent, the other women were too fragile. He felt that he could crush them to death with one hand.

"Can I choose my opponent?"

"No, this was arranged in advance."

"Arranged by the cult?"

"Nonsense, Death Arena IV is left to you."

Yuki paused for a moment, then asked with a smile, "Then can I refuse the challenge?"

Abate was stunned. This question touched upon his blind spot in knowledge. How could he not accept the challenge? How could he retreat? He should have been so excited when hearing about the battle that he should have lit up his eyes and just went up to fight.

"According to the rules of the cult, you can't refuse an arrangement. In addition, there is an impromptu challenge, so it can be considered an extra match."

“So how many games do I need to play in a day?”

Why are you so hesitant? You are not happy at all.

Abate was very unhappy and snorted: "It depends on how many people are interested in you. The most I've arranged in one day is 12."

12 games?

Yuki was shocked. This was too much. If he had to fight it all by himself, he would be exhausted to death. Could it be that this dungeon was testing the average strength of the players' teams and trying to rotate the teams as much as possible?

He was silent for a moment. A round-robin battle would definitely not work. For example, Hayasaka Ai's high emotional intelligence was very unique, in other words, it had great flaws.

Interest, this is the key word. I have to find a way to make them lose interest in me.

There was no point in just thinking about it, Yuki stood up and looked around at everyone, and everyone was inevitably a little nervous.

Bloody sky, crazy city, simple and rough style, this "Bloody Disaster" is obviously different from the previous copies.

Yuki didn't say anything, just gave a confident smile, took the knife, and left first.

"Come on, let's get on stage."

Chapter 7: Is it Fast Enough? (k)

After leaving the lounge, several people came to a death fighting arena under the leadership of Abate.

The outer walls of these death fighting arenas are black and uneven, and are oval in shape. They are much larger than any football field I have seen in my previous life.

Just like the residents of Yaduo Town, it was still an absurd logic. The people in the dungeon had nothing to do except fighting and watching deathmatches. And this thing was open 24 hours a day, and the cheers never stopped.

Rather than being entertainment facilities, they are more like monuments standing in the city.

Some black cars were parked on the side of the road. Some people were carrying broken bodies into the cars on stretchers. They looked like they were no longer human and did not look like they were being taken away for rescue. However, there was indeed a golden skull on the windshield.

Abate went up to chat with them, and occasionally there was wild laughter. Yuki and Hiyori looked at each other and seemed to find that these people in the sect had a good relationship.

There is a problem, but how can I check it?

I didn't want to put my senior sister at risk. As a support, she had little combat power. If she was discovered, it would be difficult to escape. Furthermore, the citizens here were not as welcoming as the residents of Yaduo Town. Not only would they not respond if you tried to talk to them, they would even yell at you fiercely.

Conventional methods are useless, and Yuki finally decides to remain constant in the face of change. He will find an opportunity sooner or later by following the plot.

"Let's go, time is almost up." Abate went and came back. He was not very focused at work and often left Yuki and others to slack off.

"By the way, how many death arenas are there in the city?" Yuki looked ahead and saw an 'IV' sign at the entrance, and his mind moved.

"There are eight of you in total now. From now on, you will be stationed at No. IV. Don't think too much. Just become a warrior here first." Abate explained in front.

"What does warrior mean?"

"It's useless if you know now. What if you die in the first round? I'll have wasted my breath in vain."

Yuki raised his eyebrows and was about to continue asking, but Abate had already walked ahead, so he had no choice but to follow.

The entrance was very narrow, about the width of two people standing shoulder to shoulder. Inside stood several strong men dressed like Abate, wearing sunglasses, standing solemnly like door gods.

Going further in, there is a dark and narrow corridor. The emergency lights emit a faint green light, but there is no dead silence like in the devil hospital.

Roars, cheers, and the sounds of battle filled the surroundings, causing Yuuki to subconsciously grip the hilt of his sword. He turned a few corners, and the exit was emitting bright light, while the noisy sounds became even more intense.

"kill!"

"Kill him quickly!"

"Cut off his head!"

"I want to see a river of blood!"

Not only Yuki, everyone's breathing became heavy. These sounds created a frenzied atmosphere that made people want to have a big fight.

"Calm down, take a sip."

Yuuki took a sip of the Serenity Drops and handed the bottle to the others. He came here to complete the dungeon, and it would not be good if his observation ability was affected.

At this time, no one cared about the youthful topic of "indirect kissing". They took turns taking a sip from the small bottle. After calming down, they realized that these cheers had actually caused a negative mental state.

It's really weird. Mai has come into contact with fanatical fans before, but none of them are as contagious as these voices.

They enjoy killing with their whole heart, as if the meaning of life is to watch this cruel fight to the death. They are far more crazy than any fans in real life.

"Be careful, there is a mental erosion effect here, and you may be infected without knowing it." Yuki reminded and stepped out of the corridor first.

The countless lights on top of the death arena made him squint, as if it was the brightest star in the city. At first glance, it was indeed a stadium-like structure.

There were circular tiered seats all around, but no one sat down. Tens of thousands of people had red eyes and were roaring, looking like a swarm of wriggling insects.

There were densely packed heads, but if you looked closely, the seats were not full and there were always a few empty seats among the crowd.

Yuki glanced over and before he paid much attention to the empty seats, he was quickly attracted by the strong visual impact. Reason could not explain their enthusiasm, but his heartbeat accelerated with the atmosphere.

What would it feel like if I were the center of attention and cheers from so many people?

Yuki suddenly felt like he was watching a football game in his previous life. He had also imagined standing in the center of Anfield Stadium, cheered by tens of thousands of people. He would die without regrets even if he could do that just once.

Moreover, this kind of enthusiasm and infectiousness is a hundred times stronger than that of a football game, enough to turn a coward into a warrior and make him rush forward in a fit of rage.

It is an unsolvable spiritual erosion.

He became alert and quickly shifted his gaze to the center.

In the middle is the arena, which is 400 meters long and 300 meters wide, about the size of three or four standard football fields. This huge area is quite shocking when viewed from above.

It was not flat, with obstacles of all sizes. It was not elevated above the ground as Yuki had imagined, but was almost level with the first row of seats. However, there were eight pitch-black columns standing around it, corresponding to the eight entrances.

What a strange architectural style.

The middle is too huge, which makes it seem like there are too few seats for the audience, but this structure allows the cheers to converge towards the center, creating a feeling like the eye of a storm.

"I can't imagine how exciting it would be standing in the middle of this. I'm afraid I'll lose control of my emotions." Kaguya murmured to herself. She wasn't used to the feeling of being the center of attention. Even when speaking as a representative of the freshmen, she remained calm while being stared at by the students of Shuchiin.

But right now, this atmosphere has probably intensified a thousand or ten thousand times, and I can't calm down no matter what.

"Miss, would you like another sip of Serenity Dettol?" Hayasaka Ai asked from the side.

Kaguya glanced at Yuuki, who was extremely calm, and said with a stiff upper lip, "No need, I can handle it completely."

Kaguya was trying to be brave, while Yuki had a complicated mentality. Emotionally, he had never been paid attention to by so many people in his two lifetimes, and his scalp suddenly tingled.

It's not just a matter of losing control of their emotions. Players with poor psychological quality may even become weak in the knees or get too excited and lose their way.

But rationally, he felt that something was wrong. This kind of mental erosion was continuous, and the drops of tranquility might not be enough for him to drink. If he really stood on the stage, he was afraid that there would be a risk of losing control.

"Hiyori, did you find anything?"

"Yes, around two o'clock." The girl's eyes gleamed. She swallowed the dew in small sips, activated her characteristics and skills, and scanned tens of thousands of different faces like a scanner.

"First, the density of people here is huge. I've seen dozens of people butting heads, and countless people spitting into each other's faces. This is enough to cause a bloody battle outside."

Through meticulous observation and supercomputer-like analysis, Yuki did discover this, but he was unable to compare hundreds of sets of data together.

Yes, why didn’t the fighting break out? Based on what I have observed over the past half day, the fighting should have started below, and there was also a melee above.

"Secondly, the audience stands are very close to the arena, and the fighters are very strong. Aren't they afraid of accidental injuries?"

Yuki had noticed this a long time ago. He had seen a life-and-death fight going on in the ring.

There are five warriors fighting in the middle, one of them has been in Rihe's notes, and his code name seems to be Bull Demon?

Just as he was thinking about it, the warrior wearing a bull-horned helmet jumped up to a height of about twenty or thirty meters. As his body fell, the black hammer continued to expand, and finally its diameter was at least ten meters.

This blow was very heavy.

Yuki saw him hammering down, and the air contracted like liquid, then suddenly exploded.

boom--

The sound waves were like waves, sweeping up large amounts of gravel and dust. Suddenly, nothing could be seen. Yuki subconsciously raised his hand to defend himself. Based on his experience, this shock wave was enough to raze the entire death arena to the ground.

But he felt nothing. All the power was confined to the center of the ring. Even the spectators in the first row showed no intention of dodging.

The power is controlled so precisely?

Yuki lowered his hand and saw a huge hole appear on the ring. All enemies and friends were swept away by the shock wave.

The Bull Demon landed on the ground and rushed towards the enemy who had not yet stood firm without any hesitation, and his hammer, which had returned to normal, went straight to his chest.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Muffled sounds were heard one after another, the breastplates were dented, some people flew backwards and died on the spot, some people were engulfed in blood flames, their bodies quickly carbonized, but in return they gained even more powerful power.

The fight continued, no one retreated, until everyone was dead.

"Hiyori, did you see that just now?"

"Well, there's something wrong with those cylinders. The power was restricted when it spread out, and the soldiers who were blown away were bounced back." The girl's heart was pounding. She watched, but hid behind Yuki.

"I don't know, but this is definitely a kind of protection. Otherwise, with such a powerful force, rivers of blood would flow in an instant." Yuki stared at the front. This was definitely an "extraordinary" strength.

It was very strange. The strength of the two sides was not equal. The opponent was obviously much weaker, but he never retreated a single step until his death. He even found that the gap in strength was too big, and used secret techniques to burn his life without hesitation for a second.

Also, there is no need for this Bull Demon to use his ultimate move. Wouldn't it be better to just beat them to death one by one?

A group of reckless men who don't care about their lives, all of them have histrionic personalities?

Yuuki raised his eyebrows and looked at the audience who were silent for a moment.

The entire audience seemed to be shocked by this powerful destructive force. After a moment of silence, they burst into even more enthusiastic cheers.

"Bull Demon!"

"Bull Demon!!"

Tens of thousands of people were roaring and cheering hysterically, with their fists raised high and their eyes red. They really looked like a swarm of wriggling insects.

The exhausted warrior stood solemnly in the middle of the pit, with his arms open, enjoying the glory to the fullest. He smeared the blood of the defeated on his black armor, as if he was painting some kind of totem.

At this moment, he raised his head and saw Yuki staring at him at the entrance. He stretched out his thumb and lightly scratched his neck. The murderous intent could not be concealed at all.

Yuki was baffled and subconsciously took a step forward, with only one thought in his mind:

Damn, I’m going to kill you.

Fortunately, Hiyori held his hand tightly. After realizing the problem, the girl kept staring at the ground, devoting most of her attention to reading the pattern on the floor.

Yuki turned his head and looked at her, concentrating for a few seconds, and the manic expression on his face faded away in an instant.

What a terrible mental erosion, just like the saint in the movie "The Conman", it silently affects the player's emotions.

At this moment, Yuki seemed to hold his own heart, causing its beating to slow down rapidly, and as he glanced away, the corners of his eyes began to twitch.

The cheers stopped at some point, and tens of thousands of spectators were staring at him.

Deathly silence, tens of thousands of different faces, as if copied and pasted, all with the same expression:

Endless instigation and infinite expectations.

.......

Sky Island City, we players have all been through thick and thin, so don't lose points.

Yes, be more alert.

Good job, go ahead and kill him.

No one spoke, but Yuki felt like he had become the deputy general of the elves. This feeling was even a hundred times stronger than the scene itself. After all, there were tens of thousands of people fanning the flames. In this situation, if you hesitated for even a second, you would be committing a crime and losing face.