Chapter 295 – Underground Arena (2)
Aaaaa-!
Aaaaa-!
Kill it!
Drop your neck oh oh oh oh!
Cheers pour in Bloodshot in the eyes- The spectators with bloodstains on their necks scream from the other side of the fence that their throats will burst.
Overwhelmed. The skin is pulled and goose bumps rise on the back and waist. My eardrums vibrate at the sound of a tidal wave.
Maniacally distorted expressions, voices almost screaming, people splashing saliva and pounding wooden fences with their entire bodies to encourage slaughter.
Beads of sweat ran down Ian’s neck.
“Hey, this is where trash gathers.”
The man with spiky hair looks at the nervous Ian and giggles.
This is the fighting waiting room, a place to check weapons and warm up before going up to the stage of death. There were men lined up all around, giving off the smell of sweat.
Said the spiky-haired man with a smile on his lips.
“Kid, go home and suck some more milk, or come here and suck my dick. Hehe.”
Perhaps because of Ian’s smooth appearance, there were some eyes on him. As long as you look good, there are a lot of people who don’t care whether it’s a woman or a man. Even men have holes to drill.
An underground arena where blood and sweat are scattered every day, these are fighters who stand on the borderline of death day by day. Words were the fighting ground, in fact, the life of the flies. It was natural for her to go crazy and her sexual desire to be twisted.
Startled by the sticky gaze, Ian put his hand on the weapon at his side. Then the guys giggle and laugh.
“Keukkeuk, don’t be scared because we won’t fuck you here… If it wasn’t me, I wouldn’t know.”
Pointy hair pointed over the barbed wire.
Ian averted his gaze, not relaxing.
Beyond the iron bars – a bloody stage, filled with cheers and disgust from the audience.
There, idiots armed with weapons were fighting fiercely. All of them had their crotches covered with mats, let alone proper weapons.
“Uhhhhh-!”
A man wielding a club soaked in water, and an opponent who exchanged weapons with another man were hit in the back of the head and their bones split.
The man climbed on top of the fallen guy and slammed the club down.
“Down! Done! Go away, oh oh oh oh-!”
Foamy saliva drips from the man’s teeth. Even after it had already stopped moving for a long time-, the man continued to hit the stick again and again. Cheers pour in from all directions.
Kill-!
Kill oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh-!
Break the head, oh oh oh oh!
The crowd screaming as if vomiting blood-. People with blood clots in their throats screaming as if they were vomiting blood-.
The man who broke through the bone pain stood up with a club soaked in brain water and wooooo! He shouted.
And at that moment-, a spear blade pierced the man’s back from behind and came out from his chest.
“Kuk…!”
The one holding the spear was the only man in armor. He kicked the back of the man whose body was crunching like a worm and pulled out the spearhead.
Blood pours down on the dirt floor. Laughter and applause cover the pool of blood. The sloppy screams of those who lost money, the jubilant shouts of those who won money.
The man in the armor plunged his spear into the back of the still-dead man’s head.
With a groan, the man stopped moving. My wobbly legs stopped, and urine and feces flowed out of my groin.
Cold sweat broke out on Ian’s hands.
Death is so near.
Standing on the cramped stone – tension wrapped around my body as if I would fall down a cliff if I twisted.
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The unventilated underground air fills the lungs heavily. Even the thick smell of blood had subsided there, so it was not easy to breathe.
“Come on, let go of money and eat money! If not now, there is no chance!”
A gambler with a gambling board slung over his shoulder roared through the crowd.
Seo-joon registered Ian as a fighter and went up to the stands. I can see Ian through the grate over there. He seemed pretty scared, but this was a good opportunity.
Actual combat experience was also a problem, but more than anything, I had to get used to the flesh sword.
Of course, he knew he wasn’t going to kill anyone blindly.
At most, it’s to the point of incapacitating them by cutting off their limbs. However, when the situation becomes dangerous, he will have no choice but to wield a sword to live.
“Get out of the way, kids! You can’t see it!”
“Go away! I came first!”
People rushing to the fence and shouting maniacal cheers. People are so dense that you can’t see your toes. There are so many people that I wonder if anyone is going to be crushed.
And when I peeked my head up, there were a few guys in fancy clothes sitting in the much more comfortable seats.
Among them, there were those who Seo-joon was not familiar with.
The flower of the magic tower, Audrey Yvette. The guy is looking down at the arena with a smirk on his fleshy face. Audrey must have complained a few times about the author.
If it was that guy, I wondered if he would have mixed his body with Czadri. He was the one who would stay. Aside from that guy, there were a few other people whose faces I’d seen several times in the Mage Tower.
People who enjoyed slaughter were everywhere, regardless of social status.
Seo-joon took out a smoke pipe from the front shelf and asked it to his snout.
Seo-joon, who lit a cigarette and looked around while sucking on it, grabbed the forearm of a gambler passing by.
“I want to bet some money.”
“Yeah yay, where do you want to live?”
Seo-joon looked at the gambling board he had spread out. Coins piled up in heaps. Most were on the left.
“The one on the left is the arena champion, Kesha! And the one on the right is wearing chaff-! If you want to make a fortune at once, I definitely recommend the right side!”
Get rich quick-
Seojun glanced over the wooden fence – inside the arena.
There, seven naked men are tangled up. There was no armor at all, and the only weapon he held in his hand was a club soaked in water.
Freedom to those who survive…! According to the wind catcher, it seems that they are slaves in the arena.
That was kind of an opening stage.
The champion of the arena starts the stage in earnest by slaughtering miscellaneous things that are trembling with fear- and scattering fresh blood.
This guy said he was right if he wanted to make a fortune, but there was absolutely no way things would go that way.
That champion-there was a weapon with a sturge in the right chain armor.
He grabs his window before the opening and shows off his creation.
Every time, cheers broke out among the crowds. It was wielding it in a showy way, but upon closer inspection, the level of spearmanship was considerable. Whether it’s the distribution of the weight momentarily falling on his toes, or thoroughly adjusting his distance-.
Overall, the basics of spearmanship were solidly held. It is not a street creation. A martial art learned at a military camp or from a proper spearman.
I was looking forward to seeing Ian’s sweeping, but I was fortunate that I had that opponent. The skills will be similar. Assuming Ian does not use mana-.
The protagonist was a way to grow only by facing the crossroads of life and death. Seojun shook his head.
“So where?”
Ask the gambler.
What are you asking, of course it’s a champion. Even if those naked guys die and wake up, you will not be able to beat that window.
Seo Joon took out his coin wallet and chin-to the left. The heavy weight of the gambler grows.
The odds will not be large.
Everyone would have walked to the window unless it was snowing. Still, I had to scrape this little money. Money is like a broken gourd, so it’s like water leaking.
Soon after-the underground arena champion Kesha slaughtered all the men on the stage and raised the drowning windows.
It was the opening of a full -fledged speculation.
The wind hits the bell and opened its mouth.
“The next game is a game of new fighters-!”
The shouts are hotter.
It was the funniest way to fight. In addition, the gambling board grows. It was a challenge that I couldn’t expect who would win.
“A blonde boy from a small village, Hue, a blonde boy-, Ian-!”
And that opponent-.
“Chamber’s despicable murderer, Toeo O’Oh O’Oh O’Ohmson-!”
What kind of blood show you will show you today! What is your handsome boy? Should I cut my nose-? Or ear-?
The crowds are in front of the wind. Kill-! Hit your neck-! I want to cut my limbs!
The gambler came. Seojun put out a few pieces of his wallet. His weight was no different from before. It was a natural story because the odds were low.
However, it will not be in this game.
“Hey, it will be all for a blonde friend.”
At Seo’s words, the gambler opened his eyes and asked if it was real. When Seojun shook his head, he smiles.
“It’s a fall.”
Seo Joon also smiled.
Dividend rate is 1: 4.1
If you lose all your property, you will win four times.
The grate was opened and Ian and his opponent entered the bloody arena.
A small blonde boy with a small body and a nasty man look at each other.
Seuleung-
The sound of pulling the knife. Ian was a short sword of the arm length, and the opponent was two sacks with short swords.
Her man, her head poking out like her hedgehog, crept up to her Ian with her groin bulging.
Seeing that there are people who know his name, he seems to be a veteran fighter in his own way, but there was no way he could defeat Ian.
Jjaeng-
As soon as the two collided, the spiky-haired man’s stiletto floated into the sky.
Ian’s sword pierced the prickly-haired femur.
Ahh-! As soon as a scream erupted from the pouty-haired man’s mouth, Ian drew out his sword and passed by, slashing the other ankle neatly.
An attack that flows as if water is flowing-, the flowing water sword was properly demonstrated.
Most of those who had been shouting became quiet as if they had been doused with cold water.
Clap clap clap-
Seo-joon stood up alone in the silence and clapped his hands.
“Bravo!”
