About After I Became a Soul Killer

Chapter 16 Martial Arts Competition
Late at night, the Central Bureau of Soul Destruction.

Tang Chen was half-kneeling on the ground, and sitting on the throne-like chair was Director Zhan Guozhong, and there were only two of them in the huge hall at the moment.

It looked particularly mysterious in the dimly lit dim light.

"What's going on over there on the human side?" an old but powerful voice asked.

"Report to the director, the blood clan has no major actions yet. Generally, the places where ghouls are haunted are strictly guarded by Japanese colleagues from Italy."

"What about the high-level ones?" Sengoku Zhong asked again.

"Report to the director, except that a C-level vampire was found to buy things at the market at night, no high-level vampires were found haunting the territory."

"Okay, back off."

"Report to the Director, there is another matter."

"I already know." Sengoku Zhong said slowly.

"The subordinate says goodbye."

The next day, the first-year students came for the martial arts exam.

A group of students went to the arena behind the academy.

This is an ancient Roman-style gladiatorial arena. The whole body is circular when viewed from above, and the gladiatorial platform in the center is also circular. It is slightly different from the ancient Roman gladiatorial arena in that the circle connecting the auditorium and the gladiatorial platform is full of Clear water.

The water flow surrounding the round platform of the gladiatorial battle is not ordinary water, but a "healing spring" rich in powerful healing spirits. The reason is also because of this spring.

When a student is injured in a gladiatorial fight, he can choose to jump into the healing spring, and the wound on his body will slowly heal, but the moment he chooses to jump into the spring also shows that he has voluntarily admitted defeat.

Of course, knocking an opponent out of a round table or into a spring in a gladiatorial fight also means the student has won.

The auditorium was full, and many sophomores and even juniors came to watch this rare freshman gladiatorial competition.

The first-year freshmen had already drawn their opponents by lottery before entering the arena.

Maria and Chen Zifan entered the contestant seat under the gladiatorial arena together, and Yu was on his way.

Due to the continuous training and running in these three months, the three of them have become more united. They are no longer a simple relationship with classmates, but have become more tacit partners. In many cases, only one is needed. Eyes, other people can understand.

Of course, Maria and Chen Zifan had a good impression of each other from the beginning, and many times cultivating physical skills and spiritual skills always go hand in hand, but Maria is very confused about Yu's participation, she always looks at Yu with strange eyes, because Chen Zifan and Yu always whispered something in private, so that every time Yu came, Maria always stared at Yu with suspicion.
"Zifan, I drew a girl named Anna from the third class, how about you?" After a while, Maria and Chen Zifan have gotten along very well, so she can affectionately call Chen Zifan Zifan or Xiaofan .

"Hey, it's a bit strange for me, I drew a person named Cha Tu from the seventh class." Chen Zifan looked at the paper swab in his hand doubtfully, "As far as I know, there are only six classes in our first grade? Where did the seventh class come from?"

"The seventh class you mentioned is made up of some special non-staff." A voice suddenly came from behind the two, it was Yu.

"Special non-staff?" Chen Zifan wondered.

"Our regular six classes have 30 students in each class, which is the school's regulation."

"But there are always some exceptions every year. It is these extraordinary accidents that form the seventh class. The number of students in the seventh class does not reach 30. In some school years, the seventh class may only have a few people, and some may be dozens of people. People, there are fifteen people in Class Seven this year." Yu explained.

"I don't understand, you can be more specific, didn't I also get admitted by exception, why am I in the first class?" Chen Zifan asked.

"The reason why it is called special is because their personalities are not the same as ours. The Central Academy of Spiritual Arts looks for top talents all over the continent every year. In addition to their excellent spiritual power, these admitted people must have tenacity, kindness, friendship and mutual assistance. These four points are indispensable.”

"So the school atmosphere has always been good, but there are always some exceptions. These exceptions have talents beyond ordinary people, but their characters are extremely bad. They are bloodthirsty, murderous, violent, and advocating strength."

"The board of directors of the school thinks that it would be a pity to give up these talents because of their own character, and it can even be said that it is good for them to be included in the academy."

"Wow! I get it! But your facial paralysis is neither friendly nor friendly, you should go to the seventh class!" Chen Zifan complained, but he was still brooding about Yu Monitor.

Yu glanced at Chen Zifan and said nothing.

"For their own good? Isn't this the admission of sociopaths?" Maria wondered.

"If you think about it carefully, if you enroll them in the academy to form a special staff, you can slowly teach and influence them in three years, but if you don't enroll them, with their extraordinary talents and bad characters, they will be placed in the world like this. In this society, how many possibilities are there in the future to join a criminal organization or do something harmful to society." Yu explained with a blank face.

"That is to say, it is more dangerous to leave them alone, so I decided to set up a special class to teach these people, right." Chen Zifan explained.

"That's right, so you're a little unlucky this time. The seventh class guys are naughty and powerful, so it's hard to deal with." Yu looked at Chen Zifan, "Don't die, if you're too weak, the plan can only be I'll do it alone, and I won't help you."

"Shh! In public, do you want to die, eldest brother?" Chen Zifan hurriedly covered Yu's mouth. In fact, what he was more afraid of was the inviolable curse.

"Don't worry, I didn't say the core of the incident, so it won't happen." Yu pushed Chen Zifan away in disgust.

"Plan? Core? What did you say?" Maria looked at the two with a questioning expression.

Chen Zifan hurriedly greeted him with a smile, "Nothing, nothing, haha."

In this way, after about 10 minutes, the game officially started.

One after another, students entered.

It was the first time that Chen Zifan saw people fighting each other in the world. He was surprised to find that because the students had just entered the school and were not so proficient in the mastery of spiritual and physical arts, most of the students were fighting each other in close quarters, knocking each other out. When the blood is broken, or one party knows that they are no match, they voluntarily jump into the spring water.

After several rounds of watching the battle, Chen Zifan watched the bloody battle. He recalled the ancient Roman movies he had seen before, but he quickly patted his cheek, "The revolutionary ancestors shed much more blood than this. I'm scared of shit!"

But he found that many of his classmates seemed to be defeated.

"I didn't expect the battle to be so fierce. Our class is a top class, why are most of them defeated?"

"In addition to talent, the so-called top class is more of a personality factor, so it is normal to lose to the strong in other classes." Yu said.

Suddenly, the horn of the chief examiner on the high platform sounded.

"In the next game, Chen Zifan from the first grade class will play the seventh class of the first grade, Chatu. There are players who are invited to enter the arena."

"Both of you, wish me good luck." Chen Zifan looked back at Maria and Yu.

"Come on Zifan! You are the best!" Maria tilted her head and smiled to cheer for Chen Zifan.

"Don't die." Yu said coldly.

"Don't worry!" After saying this, Chen Zifan strode towards the central gladiatorial platform with his hands in his pockets.

The boy in front of him is about 1.8 meters 1.7 tall, while his net height is only [-] meters [-]. The opponent is ten centimeters taller than himself, and the opponent is physically strong. He is definitely not an opponent in physical skills. Chen Zifan analyzed the tea picture in front of him.

Cha Tu, with a strong build, dark brown skin, with short curly brown hair, his brown right eye is often covered by bangs, and his skin looks Indian blood, but he definitely belongs to the handsome Indian blood type. It looks like the face is angular, and there is a man's breath everywhere.

He wears a coin-shaped pendant, which is said to be the relic of his grandfather.From the outside, it looks like he is older than his actual age.

A floral half-sleeve shirt, black suit leggings, and black leather shoes.

He looked like someone who just got back from a vacation in Hawaii.

"The game begins!" the horn blared.

The two did not take the lead, and seemed to be analyzing each other.

"Chen Zifan, I have heard of you, the acquired soul, with its own spiritual power, I am very happy to see you here." Cha Tu said slowly.

"Uh, have you heard of me?" Chen Zifan scratched his head, "Big brother, why don't you admit defeat?"

In fact, Chen Zifan didn't want to participate in the martial arts test. He used to be petite. People in this world may have cultivated since childhood. How can he compare to other people's training family?

"." Cha Tu was a little speechless.

On the right side of the auditorium in the distance, a red-haired man sat with his legs crossed.

"Boss, you came here today, why didn't you say anything in advance."

"That's right, we want to entertain you."

"No, I'm here mainly to see if this freshman has any talents," said the red-haired man.

"Hey, yes yes yes, where's our boss?" asked a third-year student headed by him.

"Boss Nantian, everything is fine. We are investigating the case and need you to tell me." The red-haired man replied.

"Are you coming mainly to watch the seventh class?" a student asked.

"Nonsense, are the other weaklings suitable for our team?" said the red-haired man impatiently.

(End of this chapter)