Wow!The explosion rate is really high

Chapter 182 White Ghost

Even in the afternoon, the atmosphere inside the building was still frenzied.

Men and women addicted to the violently secreted hormones don't know what time is, but the figures are not as dense as at night.

The poor-quality stereo made an explosion sound, and Bai'er's body swayed gently following the rhythm.

Do as the Romans do, you have to get along with everyone.

Seeing that the person was brought by an acquaintance, and that the soldier in front of him was strong and powerful, the person in charge of the registration changed his sitting posture in an instant, his back straightened and became quite regular.

He has seen many such characters, even if they may unfortunately die in a certain death battle later, they are definitely the characters who can climb up here the fastest!
So he looked at Bai'e with obvious awe, "What's your name?"

"White Ghost."

Baie blurted out.

I don't know why, but this name came to my mind at the first time like a bond.

Without waiting for the other party to make a sound, Baie directly pulled out ten cellophane-like coins, and slapped them on the table, "One thousand, crush myself."

Maybe ordinary android fighters have no money, but he is not ordinary. Chavez's 500 hard-earned money does not need to be used at all. The player just handed him a thousand oceans.

Self-sufficient.

"Okay." The registrar said in a short tone, lowered his eyebrows and carefully took ten black water banknotes with a denomination of 100, "Please go over there for a short rest, and wait for two games together with the ongoing one, It's your turn."

"..."

Glancing at the imposing figure walking towards the rest area, the registration staff carefully hooked the black goat who was waiting beside him, and then carefully asked softly after he got close to him, "What is the background of this person? seen?"

"Over there..." The black goat looked mysterious and raised its chin in a certain direction.

The registrant instantly understood, "Turtle!"

A word instantly appeared in my mind - blood god!
He came from the same place as the Blood God!
Although there were quite a few people from that place who had nothing to do to play in this arena, this newcomer was completely different from the taciturn big soldiers before, and looked like a blood god at first glance.

You have to arrange a qualified opponent for him...

Sitting on the sidelines, Da Ma stretched his arms across the backs of the unoccupied seats on both sides, watching the game taking place on the field without taking his eyes off it.

The fighting in this place pays attention to nothing, and there is no scruples about the insidious tricks that people can think of-inserting eyes, locking throats, kicking crotch...

Whatever you want to do, how you can win.

Even if it wasn't a deathmatch, it was full of blood that could cause people to be maimed.

Victory is the only criterion here.

Bai'e's eyes flickered, shining brightly.

He likes this feeling of letting go of his hands and feet. After suppressing himself for a long time, he always has to find a chance to vent.

I have been shrinking my head and shrinking my tail, and being a man with my buttocks in the military camp, I always feel aggrieved after a long time.

If there is an opportunity to not be held accountable for beating someone up, why not take it seriously?
As for being beaten to pieces?One is that the rules do not allow killing, and someone will stop it in times of danger. The other is that it has the trait of "resisting death", and is not afraid at all. As long as it can return to the barracks, no injuries will be a problem.

Perhaps because of the constant war with alien races, the medical technology of this era is unexpectedly good.

With the equipment in hand, my level 2 first aid level can snatch people back from death, not to mention the professional medical department in the military camp.

I was almost shattered by the blood god before, including the way Rose was beaten by the praying mantis in the recruit trial. Wouldn't he be alive and kicking within a day?

Watching the defeated players being dragged down like a dead dog covered in blood, watching the winning players raise their arms to meet the cheers of the audience.

Baie felt...

Hard!

Fist hard!

The two battles ended in a short time, and a staff member came up to the stage to clean up the blood-stained arena.

So-so, but this is an attitude that often means that the characters who will appear next are not very ordinary.

"The next game will be the 'tornado' that will tear everything apart..."

The host's tone was light, leaving it to the audience's emotions to ferment.

It was only when cheers arose that he slowly called out his opponent.

"Fight against our newcomer—White Ghost!"

For a moment, the audience was full of doubts, "Newcomer?"

"Newbie?"

"A tornado hits a newcomer?"

"What is the origin of this white ghost? Is the organizer crazy?"

Tornado can be regarded as a well-known gladiator in this arena. When fighting, he knocks down opponents with storm-like combos, which is very entertaining and has always been well received by the audience.

Such a well-known player should be a master of the same level.

However, the opponent unexpectedly turned out to be just a rookie, and a rookie should have a pool of rookies... How did he appear in the match against Tornado?

And the act of the organizers sending people to clean up the venue just now also represented to a certain extent that they valued this game. They would only do this when some star players were playing to show their importance.

It is also a signal to the audience-ready for the carnival!
The gladiators, who only wore a pair of shorts, hopped and walked into the spacious arena from the passage. The competition without restrictions naturally gave enough space to display tactics.

He raised his hands to welcome the audience's love and cheers, but found that the scene was a little quiet, and the occasional movement of two or three kittens made the scene even quieter.

what happened?
In the dark corridor opposite, a figure gradually appeared from the shadow of the concrete floor. In the interweaving of light and shadow, the overall appearance gradually became clear.

The corners of the blood-red leather pants are in the shape of large zigzags, and two metal chains are hung on the trouser legs as decorations. The black leather jacket on the upper body is slightly tight, and the large muscles exposed reveal a vigorous and heroic posture like a cheetah. It was the part covered by the leather jacket, and the muscles that were about to move also outlined lines of indescribable strength.

The mask on the face reflects the luster of metal, planting the seeds of mystery in the hearts of all audiences.

"Ah~"

"So cool..."

Yearning crazy woman with her legs closed and her eyes blurred.

Men are also almost obsessed with looking at the perfect body in their dreams, not the exaggerated muscle mass, nor the thin ones that can be blown down like a bamboo pole by a gust of wind.

When will Heijie develop such a perfect body?What is hard to get is more desirable.

"Is it really worth it to give him such support?" The person in charge of the organizer of the afternoon session touched the stubble on his chin, and looked at the figure walking out of the passage on the monitoring screen with some doubts.

Every campaign must have enough enthusiasm, otherwise it will be a blow to the credibility of their organizers.

The registration officer shrank away wretchedly, and said in a frenzied tone, "Boss, does this guy look like a rookie?"

The posture of the appearance is full, and the style is amazing.

This is not a master, it can't be justified...

"Hope it..."

The person in charge who spoke glanced at another picture on the monitoring screen...a certain big figure was sitting quietly on a chair with eyes closed and waiting.

When star-level players appear on the stage, there must be matching publicity.

It is also a good choice to use this kind of insignificant small scene to set off the atmosphere first.

The main event is still to come, the appetizers ahead... I hope it can also be upgraded.

……

Hearing those heavy panting breaths obviously revealing desire, Bai Er's eyes narrowed slightly.

The eyes of the players are really vicious, and the clothes they prepared for themselves are completely in the style that these people like...

But it is not known whether it is the evil taste aesthetics that the players want to see, or to cater to the aesthetics of common people in the black street.

But it doesn't matter.

I just came to fight.

The eyes of the muscular man on the opposite side showed an obvious killing intent.

A tornado can endure failure, but it cannot tolerate being robbed of its own brilliance by others.

Even if he fails, he should be the most dazzling one!
The corners of Bai'e's mouth curled up slightly, and he raised his index finger and middle finger together, and hooked his fingers provocatively at the opposite side——

"come."

(End of this chapter)