Three days later.
In front of the Blood Show, there were two rather conspicuous people standing.
Each of them wore an iron mask on their face.
One of them was tall, wearing a loose black suit and pants, and his right arm was wrapped in thick bandages.
The other person was wearing a black cloak and carrying a ubiquitous iron sword. Except for his head, his entire body was wrapped in the black cloak.
The appearance of the two attracted many people to stop and watch.
“What are you doing…”
The guards, wearing black uniforms with white stripes, rarely saw anyone dressed like this.
"Participate in a bloody fight."
The man with a bandage on his arm said in a deep voice.
"ah……"
The guard couldn't help but look at the two of them again.
"Participating in the blood fight requires an assessment..."
"Arrange it now, don't waste time."
The cloaked man said impatiently.
The guard frowned slightly, but still asked in a rather formal manner, "Before the assessment, we need to register you."
"What's the meaning?"
The bandaged man was a little dissatisfied.
"Just register your names."
The guard pointed at the two men's masks and said, "You don't need to take them off."
As he said this, he looked at the bandaged man.
"What's your name?"
The bandaged man clenched his fist.
"Fist Saint!"
The guard was stunned.
After licking his lips, he asked again, "Are you sure you want to use this name?"
"Um."
"Okay."
The guard looked at the man in black robe again: "What about you?"
The man in black robe was silent for a long time.
"Sword God!"
…
A few dozen meters away, Lu Li, who had just bought two first-tier tickets, happened to see this scene.
She tilted her head and asked in disbelief, "Those two people...could they be Ning Fan and Da Ben?"
"It's those two idiots!"
Qiao Fei stroked his forehead with his hand, as if he was afraid of being discovered to know them.
Lu Li's smile froze.
And Qiao Fei added: "Your second child taught him this."
…
In Lu Yuan's words, if you want to act cool and become annoying, you not only have to change your temperament.
The styling, the tone, the name, all require some effort.
So, two pretenders were born.
Ning Fan wore a mask because he didn't want to reveal his identity for the time being.
In order to hide his identity, Ning Fan went to a weapons store and bought an iron sword.
As for other things, they were all designed by Lu Yuan.
Ning Fan wasn't sure what Xu Ben's current condition was.
But he knew very well that when he said the words "Sword God"...
I have goosebumps all over my body!
If it weren't for the mask, Ning Fan would probably have found it difficult to say this name even if he gritted his teeth!
The two followed the guards into the blood show.
The difference from last time was that this time, before they reached the hall, the guard led the two of them to a passage on the left.
In front of me is a big door.
The guard pushed open the door.
Inside was a spacious circular room.
It is smaller than the No. 11 venue I visited before, but it is still large enough to accommodate hundreds of people.
At this time, quite a few people had gathered in the room.
The moment the door was opened, many people looked over.
After seeing Ning Fan and Xu Ben's looks, several people couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Come in."
The guard said to Ning Fan and Xu Ben.
Ning Fan tilted his head: "What do you mean?"
"Once you have gathered a hundred people, you can start the assessment."
The guard said indifferently, "When there are only ten living people left in the room, the assessment will end."
It turns out that this is the assessment.
Out of a hundred people, ninety died.
Only the ten strongest ones are left to participate in the bloody fight.
The blood show is designed to satisfy customers.
If the quality of the blood fight is too poor, it will affect the reputation of the blood show.
When Ning Fan heard this rule, he suddenly thought of something.
Lu Li said that the owner of that fine restaurant was selling corpses...
This kind of assessment will result in a large number of corpses.
This kind of assessment method, in addition to screening out capable people...
Could it also be to collect corpses?
The two of them found a corner and sat down in silence.
In this kind of environment, naturally no one would come forward to talk to you.
Ning Fan roughly counted and found that there were about fifty people in the room at this time. He estimated that it would take some time to reach a hundred people.
"Da Ben, call me when everyone is here..."
Ning Fan was whispering to Xu Ben when he heard a soft snoring sound beside him.
This thing...
Go to sleep first!
Helplessly, Ning Fan smiled bitterly, closed his eyes and began to rest, and began to analyze the situation in Yefengkou based on the information he currently had.
What Ning Fan didn't expect was that he would wait for almost a whole day.
It was not until Xu Ben woke up from hunger that the number of people finally reached one hundred.
A guard stood in the middle of the room.
"There are no other requirements for this assessment. No matter what method you use, as long as you can survive, it will be fine."
The guard said expressionlessly, "The moment I close the door, the assessment begins."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out the door.
Bang!
The door is closed!
The room fell into silence for a while.
But the next second...
Shouts and sounds of killing are everywhere!
The whole room turned into a Shura field.
Xu Ben stood up and shook his arms.
"Dafan, kill quickly!"
Xu Ben said in a low voice: "Hurry up and finish the killing, then go home for dinner!"
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