Zombie's travel diary

Chapter 56
"The remaining two hundred is considered interest."

The bear-headed man said so.

"I haven't started using it yet, so the interest will be charged first?"

The corners of Link's mouth twitched, after thinking about it, he didn't bother to care about it.

I really have to worry about it, since I even signed the contract just now, it will inevitably take a long time to argue.

no point.

It doesn't matter if it's a few hundred or a few hundred.

Eight hundred is not a lot. If you put it all in, you can turn it back dozens of times.

"If there is no problem, I wish you a change of fate against the sky."

The bear-headed man turned his head and left after speaking.

Link didn't care, he just found a place and waited for the game to start.

After 10 minutes, the assignment of contestants has been completed.

Link successfully found out about his opponent, a tauren with a height of nearly two meters and a strong build!
The tauren doesn't look very easy to mess with, but when compared with other players, it's a lot inferior. It can be regarded as the weaker category among many players.

Only then did Link feel relieved, and changed hands and put the [-] void coins he borrowed into the gambling house, buying all of them and winning.

When placing bets, Link deliberately concealed his appearance.

The people in the gambling house are not fools. If they see a contestant openly betting on themselves, everyone will know that there is something tricky in it, and the odds will definitely be affected at that time!

After doing all of this, the game is almost about to start.

Coincidentally.Link is the first one.

Maybe it's because the staff of the arena didn't think highly of Link, and wanted to let Link appear on the stage first to liven up the atmosphere.

Generally speaking, when a person of Link's size encounters a tauren, he will be beaten to the point of being bloody and bloody, and this kind of scene is perfect for enlivening the atmosphere.

Before appearing on the stage, Link confirmed the odds of the casino, and it dropped to 10:1.

Ten minutes ago, that number was 10:27.

Obviously.

Someone bought his bet, and the share was not small, which lowered the odds a lot.

"Forget it, 10:1 is enough."

Link didn't care, after all, his goal was just a ticket.

As long as he finally earns enough money to buy a ticket, it doesn't matter if he suffers a little loss.

Now that the gambling house has closed the market, the odds are fixed and will not continue to fall, which is enough.

Link warmed up casually, and walked directly into the arena through the player passage.

The design of the arena is the same as that of a very traditional stadium. In the middle is a large oval-shaped open space for players to compete, and around the open space are rows of auditoriums.

It can be seen that the people in the orc station love the gladiatorial competition for 10 minutes, and the arena can be said to be full of seats.

As soon as Link made his debut, the audience burst into cheers!

Link frowned.

He didn't feel that he had such a great reputation and could cause such enthusiastic cheers from the audience.

Obviously.

The cheers were not for him.

Subconsciously, he looked towards the player channel opposite him, and his opponent, the tauren, had already stepped out of it.

"Is this tauren so famous?"

Link had question marks all over his head.

He remembered that there was no such person among the popular players. Could it be that there was something wrong with the document the staff gave him?
His question didn't last long, and soon the voice of the commentator excitedly gave the answer: "Let us welcome Mr. Marshall, the master magician from Imeng City!"

"This is the first time for Mr. Ma to participate in a wrestling competition. It is said that he is looking for inspiration for a new magic trick for him. Let us give him the warmest applause again!"

There was another round of cheers in the audience.

Link was speechless for a while.

Feeling that his opponent is not famous in the game, but in other aspects.

"Although Marshall is participating in a gladiatorial competition for the first time, his strength in combat is absolutely not to be underestimated. It is said that he survived ten moves without defeat under Warrenke, who is known as the meat grinder!"

The commentator continued: "I believe he can give us a wonderful performance in today's game!"

At the end, he looked at Link, "Mr. Marshall's opponent today is a warrior from the continent of Stan—Mr. Link!"

This time, there was no reaction from the audience.

This is also normal. Link, who is about to be punched with two punches at the first glance, can't arouse their interest at all.

Compared to these, they are actually more concerned that Link will be beaten to death within a few rounds, and then a bloody scene will be staged.

Only those things can arouse their enthusiasm!
"It's really rare to compete with this physique."

"Indeed, two rounds at most, I've seen Marshall fight, it's terrifying!"

"Just kidding! One round at most. Didn't you hear that he is from the continent of Stan? The people there are notoriously sick, and they are all things that fall when the wind blows."

There was a discussion in the audience.

Link didn't care about these at all, he just stared at his opponent.

Instinctively, he felt a very obvious sense of oppression.

This is an additional effect brought about by the spider's reaction, allowing him to roughly judge whether he is the opponent's opponent just by feeling.

Obviously.

His strength is far worse than the opponent.

The opponent is obviously not the kind of stupid and thick with only a big body, but a powerful opponent with a good fighting talent!
This battle is not easy.

"I admire your courage."

After Marshall responded enthusiastically to the audience, he looked at Link jokingly, "What is your purpose for participating in this competition?"

"It's just a lack of money."

Link responded briefly.

"Then this is not a good place to make money."

Marshall smiled slightly, "Don't worry, you people from Stan have helped me, and I will try my best to spare your life."

"Thank you very much then."

As soon as Link finished speaking, a loud whistle blew.

The game officially begins!
Marshall didn't hesitate, and rushed forward with fists swung.

Link, on the other hand, was still standing there stupidly.

"I thought he had two brushes, but now it seems that he was carried away in one round."

"Yeah, I don't have the upper hand in terms of strength. I should run as soon as possible to delay the time. Is it courting death to stand still?"

"Hahaha, I expected this to happen, but I bet 1000. Although the odds are very low, the free money is not profitable."

The audience has already given the game a conclusion.

They felt that the only way for Link not to die too badly was to keep avoiding Marshall and running around the field.

In this way, when the time is over, he has the possibility of surviving.

however.

Link's behavior now is purely courting death.

And this time.

Link was slightly taken aback.

Naturally, he was not frightened by standing where he was, but felt the magnetic force on Marshall's fist.

what's going on!
Swish!
Marshall had already run up to him and hit him with a punch.

Link was not afraid to respond with a punch, and at the same time subconsciously triggered the magnetic force.

Bang!
Marshall flew out in response!
(End of this chapter)