When I turn back into a man [Western Fantasy]

Chapter 47

The "killer" didn't get angry when he heard what Tong Zhan said, but showed a contemptuous smile.

At this time, a staff member hurried over here.

Seeing the two confronting each other from a distance, he raised his voice and said, "What are you doing? Private fighting is prohibited in the arena!"

The "killer" took a step back, shrugged at the inspector who came over, and signaled that he had done nothing.Then he said to Tong Zhan: I'll wait for you.

Then he went into the bathroom without looking back.

The inspector ran up to Tong Zhan, frowned and asked, "Are you okay?"

The non-special places in the entire fighting arena are covered with the latest audio-visual detection device, which is made by a famous alchemy master in the mainland.

The inspector found something abnormal in the monitoring room, so he came here to check the situation.

"These contestants participating in the Cold War, as spectators, it is best not to provoke them easily."

It was shown in the monitoring room that although Tong Zhan's side was the one who made the first move, he was the audience who came to watch the game.

But the "killer" is a familiar face to the staff of the fighting arena, and they also know their personality, so the inspector just warned Tong Zhan.

"Otherwise, even if there are regulations prohibiting private fighting, these people can kill you at any time if they go crazy."

Although the inspector's words were reproachful, they were kind. Tong Zhan nodded his thanks, and followed him back to the No. 1 venue.

Another game had already started in the stadium, and Tong Zhan's entry and exit did not attract the attention of these enthusiastic spectators.

They were still shouting loudly, cheering for the new players.

Tong Zhan pursed his lips tightly, his eyes firmly fixed on the fighting field below.

When he entered this game, it had already reached a fever pitch.

Both players suffered serious injuries, but they didn't care about it. They just stared at each other's every move, intending to put the opponent to death.

Although he didn't hear the host's introduction before the opening, Tong Zhan could tell that these two were much weaker than the "killer".

But their evenly matched fight made the result of the game full of uncertainty.

Therefore, the applause for the two of them in the audience was not weaker than that of the previous match between "Killer" and "Tearer". After all, their win or loss was also related to the win or loss of most of the spectators present.

Soon, amidst the shouts, one of the gray-clothed contestants gained a slight advantage and pinned his opponent's hands to the ground.

However, it may be because it was too difficult to win, and the player's physical strength was about to be exhausted.

He tried his best to restrain the opponent, and he couldn't free his hands to directly wring his neck.

So after the two stalemate for a while, during the host's countdown, Gray Clothes won the victory.

As soon as the verdict was announced, the two contestants separated in an instant, maintaining a safe distance with their last effort.

The suppressed player panted heavily, stared at the opponent vigilantly, with an unwilling expression on his face, but finally retreated slowly out of the field.

The outcome of the game was mild.

But the audience present was not very satisfied, especially the audience who lost money because of the player who lost, they were all insulting the player who almost died.

Tong Zhan sat in his seat expressionlessly, ignoring these people, and quietly waiting for the next game to come.

And from the next game onwards, the consistent bloody violence resumed on the field.

Tong Zhan watched helplessly as most of the players who lost the game had their arms and legs removed, their necks were brutally wrung, or their heads were shot.

Very few managed to surrender and leave the field alive.

The more he looked, the darker his face became, the Adam's apple kept bouncing up and down, and the sound of breathing gradually became heavier.

It wasn't until the host announced the name "Killer" again, and the audience burst into cheers, that he suddenly woke up. His eyes focused on the figure who walked to the center of the venue with a grinning smile and waved his hands, and his heart sank for a moment. like water.

wrong.

He shouldn't doubt his own heart, he is fundamentally different from these people.

Tong Zhan let out a breath slowly, gradually slowing down his breathing, and his eyes became clear again.

After the "killer" off the field stood still, his sharp eyes quickly scanned one side of the auditorium, and when he caught Tong Zhan in the distance, he grinned and made a gesture to him.

Tong Zhan couldn't understand that gesture, but it didn't prevent him from understanding the meaning.

Without fear, he made eye contact with "The Killer" and gave him a rude middle finger in return.

On the field, the host who noticed the "killer" was taken aback for a moment, and then excitedly shouted: "Huh? 'The killer' provoked the audience! Could it be that some players he knows are also watching this game?! "

After hearing the host's words, the audience immediately gestured in the direction of the "killer" to see if any players had entered the auditorium, but after searching for a long time, they couldn't find any suspects.

Tong Zhan's sitting position is too inconspicuous, and he is faster than the middle finger, and the gesture of "killer" is a bit off, the surrounding audience did not realize that the target of "killer" is him.

On the other hand, the young man beside Tong Zhan finally discovered his existence when he was looking around. He was shocked to realize that there was an outstanding-looking peer of the same age sitting beside him, and the voice of cheering for the "killer" suddenly became quieter.

He poked his companion and motioned him to look at Tong Zhan beside him, and then the two started talking in a low voice.

But Tong Zhan didn't care about the gazes of the two people beside him. He slowly sat up straight and stared at the field with his eyes, which seemed to poke a hole in the "killer".

The host also failed to find the person the "killer" was provoking, but the "killer" quickly turned his gaze back, and he skipped the topic and continued to enhance the atmosphere.

"The one on the right is the 'Killer' who has won eleven consecutive victories! As a rookie who has participated in the Cold War for less than a month, the record of the 'Killer' player is quite impressive! Next, will he be able to win? Continuing the glory and continuing to win [-] consecutive victories?!"

"The one coming in from the left is our veteran 'Fire Fist'! This player has been out of the game for three months due to an injury, and now he is making a strong comeback. In the first game, he faced a rookie player who had won [-] consecutive victories! "

"Veteran vs. rising star! It's blood-boiling! Fans, let's cheer for what's bound to be an amazing game!"

"Ow—"

The audience howled with great dignity.

Tong Zhan shifted his gaze to the veteran, and suddenly found some of his aura familiar.

However, he couldn't remember it for a while, so he didn't get too entangled, and continued to focus on the upcoming game.

And the young man who had been discussing for a long time finally got up his courage and stretched out a finger to poke Tong Zhan's shoulder.

Tong Zhan had already moved his eyes away to observe the "killer". When he realized that he was being touched, he turned his head, but the coldness in his eyes did not subside.

The young man who was trying to strike up a conversation stretched his neck and just leaned over, he was stunned by his eyes, and he smiled dryly and said: "Friend, you are also a fan of 'Killer', did you come to watch the game just because of him? "

From time to time, he sneaked a glance and found that Tong Zhan's gaze was on "The Killer" most of the time, so he thought that this person was also a fan of "The Killer", so he specially used this as the beginning of the topic, trying to draw it closer Relationship with Tong Zhan.

In the end, Tong Zhan just glanced at him indifferently, left a "no", and turned back again.

The young man with a gray nose retracted his neck embarrassingly. Seeing that Tong Zhan's gaze had focused on the "killer" again, he couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "You said you weren't a fan, you're more focused than me on this." ..."

The companion on the side quickly tugged at him and motioned him to look beside him, only then did he realize that Tong Zhan turned his head to look at him again.

young people:?

Tong Zhan said blankly: "This kind of rubbish deserves to have fans?"

He dropped this sentence, and then turned around again, obviously looking too lazy to pay attention to him.

The young man was taken aback for a moment, then blushed immediately.

What does this person mean? !

He felt insulted.

But although he was extraordinarily enthusiastic and cheered for the "killer" while watching the game, he was actually very cowardly and timid.

Facing Tong Zhan who exuded the aura of "I'm not easy to mess with" all over his body, he didn't dare to do anything to him for a moment, so he could only grit his teeth in anger, and the little thought in his heart disappeared without a trace.

Then he resentfully turned his attention to the game.

Soon, the game officially started.

Tong Zhan frowned, staring at the "killer", and found that this man changed his calm and cautious style before, and started to approach his opponent on his own initiative.

And the veteran "Fire Fist" opposite him also approached him at the same speed.

When the distance between the two was instantly shortened to less than a punch, a fierce fight broke out next to each other.

Tong Zhan stared intently for a moment, then suddenly realized.

Previously, he only felt the breath of "Fire Fist" was familiar, but now after "Killer" met him, he suddenly released the same breath, and the two fought with the same shadow on each other.

It immediately reminded him of the shameless fat man he met in Icefield City.

These two are actually fighters?

He was a little surprised, but soon calmed down.

Also, physical combat is the advantage of fighters, and it is not uncommon for a few orthodox fighters to emerge in the fighting arena.

But why didn't any of the fighters he met look normal?

Just as Tong Zhan was thinking, the situation on the court changed rapidly.

"Fire Fist" is worthy of being a veteran. His rich combat experience has allowed him to hit the "Killer" many times in close combat, but the damage he caused to the opponent was not too great.

He also noticed that the other party was a young fighter, but he didn't take it seriously. He just accelerated his attack again and released his fighting spirit in the next attack.

After all, it has always been very difficult for fighters to cultivate their fighting spirit.

"Fire Fist" didn't feel that the opponent already possessed Dou Qi at a young age, so when he swung his right fist covered with dazzling fiery red Dou Qi, he was already ready to win this victory.

The host's voice also sounded: "Look! 'Fire Fist' used his grudge! 'Killer' is dangerous——"

He hadn't even uttered the word "Let", when he saw a string of dark blue grudges suddenly emerge from the arms of the "killer".

The blue was so deep that it was black, with a hint of purple in it, which made the host pause for a moment.

The "killer" actually possessed fighting spirit!

The host who came back to his senses immediately screamed: "It's the blue fighting spirit! The 'killer' revealed his true identity for the first time in the game! He is actually a fighter! And he is also a blue fighting spirit!" A grudge mid-level fighter!!"

It is different from the uproar in the audience and the excitement of the host.

The heart of "Fire Fist" facing the "killer" was already icy cold. When he saw the deep blue, he lost his fighting spirit instantly, but he couldn't take back the offensive.

He could only watch in despair as his red fighting energy collided with the opponent's blue fighting energy.

Immediately shattered.

Immediately afterwards, what also faced fragmentation was his right arm and body.

The domineering blue fighting spirit devoured the red in front of him without hesitation, and the "killer" who had been hiding his true identity showed a vicious smile at "Fire Fist".

"Goodbye, senior."

His left fist, which was burning with blue dou qi, followed closely behind, and together with his right fist, it hit the chest of "Fire Fist" at the same time.

The strong battle energy rushed into the body of "Fire Fist" wantonly, and a ray of light purple hidden in it wandered around and destroyed it.

It was only a second, and the "Fire Fist" with his eyes wide open couldn't even say the last sentence, his whole body burst into pieces——

Blood immediately splattered half the field.

Tong Zhan's pupils suddenly constricted, and his knife-like eyes turned to the "killer" all the time, and when he found that this person was staring at him, his heart burst into anger.

This man did it on purpose!

The host quickly announced the winner of the game.

The noise on the field was overwhelmed one after another, and this scene that extremely stimulated their senses drove the audience into madness.

Tong Zhan's right hand gradually clenched.

When he thought this was the reason why "Killer" asked him to watch the match, the host's surprised voice sounded, "'Killer'? You want to exercise the right to take the initiative to challenge for ten consecutive victories?"

The game was over, but the "killer" did not leave the arena by himself, but asked for a contact device from the staff who rushed into the venue to clean up, and contacted the host.

In the Cold War, players who have won ten consecutive victories can exercise the right to take the initiative to challenge any player once, regardless of record or strength.

However, for the sake of proper fairness, players whose winning record is lower than that of the initiator also have the right to refuse.

"Killer" has already won [-] consecutive victories, and he did not exercise this right when he won [-] consecutive victories, but at this time he suddenly raised it, which surprised the host.

Because players who have this right will usually challenge their opponents in advance, so as not to be unable to make appointments temporarily.

And although there can be an extra match on the spot, there must be players who accept the challenge of the "killer".

But Tong Zhan vaguely noticed something.

He saw the "killer" in the field lower his head and say a few words to the communication device in his hand, and the host's voice sounded again.

This time he regained his unconcealable excitement.

"The 'Killer' player has already booked a challenge player, and he asked to challenge him on the field!"

"Oh my god! Think about the provocative gestures before this match! Is there really a contestant hiding among us? Who is he?!"

The audience was also piqued.

"Killer" exposed his identity as an intermediate fighter, and his fans were so excited that they almost broke their throats.

In addition, it is not often seen that the ten-game winning streak contestant takes the initiative to challenge the game. They immediately checked the people around them again, trying to find the contestant hidden in the crowd.

The young man who had been trembling from Tong Zhan's anger before was also in a state of extreme excitement, watching around with his companions.

Inadvertently seeing Tong Zhan who was exhaling the air-conditioning, he couldn't help but snorted and looked away.

Tong Zhan's tightly clenched right hand slowly loosened.

In fact, it is so...

There was already a storm in his dark and bright eyes, but there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

On the field, the host has already handed over the broadcast right to the "killer" through the contact device.

After a burst of noise, the hoarse voice of "Killer" sounded on the field.

Without pausing at all, he spoke as if teasing.

"The kitty in the last place in the eighth row of No.20 in the third district..."

"Want to come up and play?"

Ok? !

The coordinates given by "Killer" were so clear that all eyes in the auditorium immediately focused on that seat.

When they saw the handsome black-haired young man who was sitting quietly in the same place, everyone had the same blank look on their faces.

Who is this person?

The young man sitting next to Tong Zhan was taken aback.

He turned his head in slow motion, staring straight at the seat number behind Tong Zhan, and after making sure that he read correctly, the expression on his face almost broke.

what's going on? !

The young man who insulted the "killer" by his real name as rubbish is actually the target of the "killer"?

His mind was in turmoil, and he blurted out, "This person just said 'killer' is rubbish!!!"

Because the entire audience focused on Tong Zhan at the same time, there was a second of silence on the field, and in this silence, the young man's shout was especially loud.

Even more exciting.

Before the audience could react to the meaning of the young man's words, they began to jump.

But Tong Zhan got up suddenly, raised his chin slightly, and repeated coldly, "Yes, it's just a piece of garbage."

Like a drop of water falling into a frying pan.

The audience was boiling again, discussing where this person came from, and how arrogant he was.

A staff member hurried forward to verify Tong Zhan's identity and was about to take him into the arena, but it turned out that this person was not a registered player, and he was immediately dumbfounded.

Tong Zhan raised his eyebrows, "Can't I register now?"

staff member:……

What are these things? !

It was the first time the staff saw this situation, so they urgently contacted the person in charge above, and after getting an affirmative reply, they quickly asked someone to bring the registration certificate.

"Just sign this registration form. As for the name, you can use your real name or a pseudonym."

The staff members were sweating on their foreheads. For some reason, he was obviously taller than this young man, but he sensed a sense of danger for no reason, and subconsciously respected him.

Tong Zhan quickly scanned the thin registration form, but found no messy binding conditions, and the most important thing was the death disclaimer below.

This is the so-called life and death contract.

He paused for a second, raised his hand and wrote the name "Pangu" in the name column.

Immediately signed and signed, the whole process took less than 1 minute, and then handed over to the staff.

"Is it alright now?"

"I accept the challenge," he said.

The audience who were close to him naturally also saw the scene of Tong Zhan's on-site registration, and immediately spread the word. Everyone looked at this handsome young man as if they saw a fool.

Many people died in the Cold War arena, but it was the first time I saw people rushing to die like this.

The "killer" in the arena also kept a close eye on the situation in the auditorium. Seeing that Tong Zhan actually signed the contract on the spot, the weird smile on his face became bigger and bigger.

The thought of crushing and crushing that cute little kitten into scum later made him inexplicably excited, and the cold blood in his body seemed to be boiling again.

Tong Zhan ignored everyone's gaze, followed the staff out of the venue, and entered the venue from the other end.

And just as he passed through the somewhat dim passage and was about to formally enter the venue, the host's voice sounded.

"Dear audience! There will be a temporary extra match! A ten-game winning streak challenge initiated by the player 'Killer', and the challenged person is a rookie who participated in the competition for the first time—'Pangu'!"

When Tong Zhan's pseudonym was announced by the host, the audience was stunned for a moment, and then they couldn't help laughing.

"What kind of strange name is this?"

"It's too convoluted, does it have any special meaning?"

"I feel like I have a long face but no brains, and I'm dressed in a weird way. I can't be a lunatic..."

"Hehe, I bet he will have to bid farewell to this world in half a minute."

……

Tong Zhan walked to the exit without changing his expression, staring at the "killer" opposite him from a distance, not paying any attention to the taunts of these people.

The voice of the host continued. While enhancing the atmosphere, he also felt sorry for the contestant who might lose his life in the first competition.

But Tong Zhan has already moved forward.

And the "killer" on the opposite side couldn't wait to come out. With the appearance of the two of them, the ridicule in the audience immediately disappeared and turned into a huge cheer.

It's just that they all shouted to the "killer" in unison: "Kill him!!"

"Let this ignorant guy go to God!!"

There was still a faint smell of blood floating on the ground that had just been cleaned up. Tong Zhan walked to the center of the ground and stood still. A gust of wind passed through him, blowing away the disgusting smell of blood.

He closed his eyes.

Say it silently in your heart, it's about to start.

The "killer" who was only about ten meters away from him on the opposite side watched his movements, licked his fangs, and smiled hoarsely: "Little cat, why are you scared now? It's already too late."

"But the name you chose is very distinctive, 'Pangu'? Does it mean shrinking and begging for mercy?"

Tong Zhan ignored him.

When he heard the host announce that the game was about to start, he slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were clear.

"Have you heard of the legend that Pan Gu opened the world?"

He said unhurriedly, "It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it, as long as you know that Pan Gu is your father."