Yan Wushu originally thought that the Black Arena was like an underground bar, with a limited scale, but he didn't expect that there would be a hole in the sky after going underground. The entire Arena is very large, not only has a commercial area, but also a huge viewing area, as well as a restaurant located in the middle.The eye-catching arena favored by the most beams.Probably in order to protect the identity of the visitors, except for the arena, there are few lights except for the colorful neon tubes in the shops, making the entire arena dim and bizarre.

The entire arena was extremely noisy, with supernatural beings reveling everywhere, cheering or cursing for the dueling supernatural beings in the arena, but even in such a noisy environment, Yan Wushu could clearly hear the flesh-and-blood punches on the arena.Hitting and faint wailing.

The originally calm state of mind was suddenly broken, and Yan Wushu began to be afraid again.

Right now, the battle is about to get intense, and the onlookers are all focused on the ring, and no one notices the two newcomers.

After Gong Mingjing received the tickets at the ticket area, he pulled the frightened Yan Wushu and said to the ticket seller, "He has an appointment."

The conductor over there saw only half of Yan Wushu's face from the window, his eyes widened after a glimpse, he quickly poked his head out of the window to find out, and happened to meet Yan Wushu's frightened and helpless eyes.superior.

In the dark and restless arena, the young man was like a delicate lily of the valley, emitting a faint light. The moment he raised his eyes, he was extremely fragile and pure.

It has a strong impact on the atmosphere of the entire arena.

After being speechless for a long time, the ticket seller asked hesitantly, "This... Young Master Gong, are you sure?" Do you want such a person to go to the ring?

Gong Mingjing frowned: "I made an appointment three days ago, and the challenger is Sheng Jingyang."

Hearing Sheng Jingyang's name, the conductor looked at Wushu again in disbelief, and then searched the records under Gong Mingjing's gaze, and he really found it.

"Yan Wushu?" The conductor looked at the record and thought subconsciously.

Gong Mingjing signaled to Yan Wushu, Yan Wushu was terrified, but still understood his hint, and nodded with fear.

He vaguely felt that the name was familiar, but the conductor didn't visit the forum often, and he was too shocked, so he couldn't remember who Yan Wushu was.

After confirming that it was true, the conductor said with pity and helplessness:

"There are still two duels pending, please wait a moment."

"Did the other two choose to hide their identities?" He took out two silver fox masks from the back. "This is an anti-detection mask. It is only valid in the arena. The rental fee is one hundred and one thousand for damage."

Yan Wushu was confused, subconsciously looked at Gong Mingjing, Gong Mingjing met his gaze, frowned slightly, and suddenly asked him: "Does your supernatural power need appearance assistance?"

Yan Wushu's head was in a mess, thinking that what he asked was purely an arrow of determination, so he subconsciously shook his head.

"Two." Gong Mingjing said to the conductor.

After taking it, he directly pressed Yan Wushu's face, Yan Wushu took a step back, and dazedly touched the mask on his face.

However, he thought of what Qi Liuqing and Wen Yicheng had said, and knew that the less people knew about his current identity, the better, so he didn't resist.

The conductor asked him to wait in the waiting area for admission.

Since Gong Mingjing is not a duelist, he will go directly to the viewing area.

Before he left, Yan Wushu couldn't help pulling out his sleeves, raised his head and begged: "Can I not go...I'm really scared."

Gong Mingjing took a look at him, his lifeless pupils became darker and darker in the dim arena, as if nothing could be reflected in it.

"Sheng Jingyang's ability is the supreme glory of S-level, and your ability is the arrow of S+ determination. Whether it is level or mechanism, theoretically you can completely defeat him."

"Do not forget our agreement."

Yan Wushu read from his eyes that there was no room for change in this matter, and slowly loosened Gong Mingjing's sleeve, watching him escape into the darkness without looking back.

Yan Wushu sat alone in the waiting area so nervous that his palms were sweating, he didn't even dare to watch the ring.

"Brother Sheng!"

"Yo ho! It's Brother Sheng! Brother Sheng is here!"

The sudden burst of sound startled him, and he subconsciously looked up at the ring.

There is already a person standing in the beam.

With his back facing him, the man was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, probably because he was too hot. He reached out and pulled off his coat, revealing the sleeveless tracksuit inside., Just a few random movements can easily make people feel the explosive power of his body, coupled with a flamboyant red hair, dazzling under the light.

Standing in a relaxed posture on the arena where everyone is watching, with the shocking shouts from the audience, he seems to be the king of the arena.

Yan Wushu stared at that person, and after listening to the audience howl for a long time, he realized that they were calling Sheng Ge——Sheng Jingyang.

Chapter 11

This seemed to be the last match before him, and it seemed that apart from the one with him, Sheng Jingyang had other engagements.

The broadcasts all over the audience suddenly started to broadcast: "Red side VS Blue side, the current odds are 1:49, if you want to buy, hurry up, buy it and leave!"

It was only then that Yan Wushu noticed that there was another person on the ring, tall but a little thin, who looked older than Sheng Jingyang, with calm eyes, standing on one side of the ring with Sheng Jingyang, with ribbons wrapped around his hands, who happened to be the sameRed and blue.

The supernatural beings on the blue side were more experienced and experienced with the naked eye, but the audience overwhelmingly shouted Sheng Jingyang's name, and the shouts were more than twice as loud as when Yan Wushu first came.

The conversation could be vaguely heard from the nearby spectator seats. Blue Fang seemed to be a frequent visitor to the Black Arena, a ruthless man who once dominated the Arena.

Yan Wushu looked at the two nervously, and when the duel whistle blew, he bit his lip and looked nervously at the ring, hoping to get some useful information from it so as not to be beaten all over the place later.

However, he was disappointed, this fight seemed not to be a battle of one level at all, the person seemed to say something before the opening, and he could see that Sheng Jingyang seemed to be smiling from a long distance, but in an instant, for a brief momentAfter the fight, the man fell hard on the fence of the ring.

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