Chapter 93 Fighting Arena
Is this male insect's brain damaged? !
This was the unanimous thought of almost all the insects present. The Saint Teran gladiatorial arena was a gathering place for slaves, and blood was shed in almost every match. In the mildest cases, hands and feet would be broken, and in the worst cases, it was possible for the opponent to break the neck. This was the open gray area of the empire.
Zerg are naturally bellicose, and they have always been enthusiastic about these bloody gladiatorial matches. However, the nobles are proud of their status and are unwilling to go to those dirty underground boxing rings, so the Santa Teran gladiatorial arena has become their first choice.
Would the games that the nobility watch be more elegant?
No, under the temptation of absolute power and money, it will only lead to more bloody fighting.
Those who participate in the competition are either criminals who have committed serious mistakes or mad dogs in the slums who are desperate. They can do anything for the huge prize of millions of star coins. Is Amber crazy to participate in the competition? ! !
The waiter's eyes widened in shock, and he stammered, "Participate... Participate?! Sir, are you sure you want to participate in the gladiatorial arena??!"
He clearly saw that the gender column on the Amber Star Citizenship Certificate was filled in as a male insect, and his wrist trembled so much that he almost dropped it: "There has never been an example of a male insect signing up to participate in the gladiatorial arena in Santa Teran. Do you really not need to reconsider it?"
Is this male insect crazy? He is well-dressed and handsome. He can live a good life by hooking up with a powerful female insect. Why does he have to be so desperate as to participate in gladiatorial contests? Even the weakest player on the ranking list can kill him with just one finger.
Even the Third Prince was startled for a moment, and said in surprise: "Sir Amber, are you too... too impulsive?"
He probably wanted to say stupid, but couldn't say it out loud due to face. He originally thought Amber had grown some brains when she came to apologize last time, but he didn't expect her to be a fool with nothing in her body. He couldn't hide the regret in his heart.
Although Amber would seek help from outside forces when she had no choice, she could see the big picture from the small details. Even the male insects following her were brainless. The third prince's faction was obviously a turbulent circle and was not suitable to be entered.
Perhaps there is a more important reason. The third prince's gentle smile always reminds Amber of her brother who lost to her in the power struggle in her previous life. Although the other party had long been imprisoned in the palace by the previous emperor and died, every time she thought of him, she still felt... particularly disgusted?
"Maybe it's good to be a little more impulsive. After all, the gladiatorial arena is not suitable for insects that are too calm?"
Amber smiled slightly, answering his question politely, and then followed the waiter to get the certificate of participation. After he left, the group of companions behind the third prince suddenly burst into earth-shaking laughter, and Jie Lin laughed the loudest, almost crying:
“Hahahahahahahahahahaha, what on earth did I just hear, that idiot Amber is actually going to participate in a gladiatorial contest?! He was obviously just stupid before, but now he is so stupid that he is willing to seek death?!”
"Perhaps the Empire should not rank the purity of male insects, but rather their IQ. Amber must have had a brain injury when she was born, and her IQ dropped to the lowest D level."
The Third Prince said nothing, but shook his head slightly, but it was not difficult to see that he also disapproved: "Stop laughing, go in."
The Santa Teresa Arena has always been synonymous with hell. The inner field is in the shape of a staircase ring, supported by 201 columns carved with giant beast totems. The light is dim and dark, with only a round spotlight in the middle of the venue, which is where the gladiatorial fight will take place later.
The best view is on the second floor near the fence. The third and fourth princes' boxes are located on the left and right of the circular venue. Their lines of sight collide briefly in the air. Although they are smiling, it is not difficult to feel the invisible smell of gunpowder.
As the guests gradually took their seats, the lights above them went out halfway, and many ambiguous looks were drowned in the dimness. The nobles fell into the velvet-covered chairs, their faces with different eye and hair colors arrogant and cold, and most of them were indifferent to life, waiting for the next bloody fight with an attitude of watching a good show.
They are like a pack of wolves with glowing eyes in the darkness, or more like vampires living in groups, thirsty for blood and killing.
Ludwig rarely came to such places, but the boss behind the Saint Teran Arena was quite powerful, and when they sent out invitations to the nobles during the anniversary celebration, everyone would more or less give him some face. He leaned back on a red velvet gold-rimmed soft chair, his eyes slightly lowered, and he played with a gold-carved identity card in boredom, wondering what he was thinking.
After a while, he crossed his legs and adjusted his sitting position. His black military boots made a slight sound in the darkness.
Ludwig occasionally looked around, his eyes casually scanning the dark seats as if looking for someone, but he did not see that familiar face and frowned secretly.
The host on the stage was holding the microphone and his voice was passionate, but it made the insects feel drowsy for some reason. Only some militants were excited.
At the same time, Amber had already obtained the player's certificate and followed the waiter into the backstage of the competition through the side passage. As soon as he stepped into the dim house, he suddenly felt that he had stepped into a cave where wild animals lived, and a suffocating feeling of oppression came over him.
The walls of the lounge backstage were painted red, but the lights were dark green. With such an extreme color contrast, the players sitting in the narrow corridor waiting to participate in the competition looked like a distorted and wild painting. Their upper bodies were naked, and their powerful muscles concealed endless explosive power. Their ferocious faces were like those of species that had failed in evolution, and they even had fangs that shouldn't appear.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, sweat, and rotten flesh; even the waiter frowned and covered his nose when he came in.
"Sir, there is really no example of male insects participating in the competition at the Santa Teran Arena. If anything happens to you, we cannot take responsibility, and the manager has also refused. This is a ticket for the front row seats in the back field. You can just sit in the audience and watch."
The waiter knew clearly that Amber signed up for the competition just to be able to enter the inner field. After he reported the matter to the upper management of the arena, the upper management did not want to cause trouble, so they simply approved a seat ticket for him.
How to describe it? It's quite insect-like.
Amber took the seat ticket with a smile and waved it at her fingertips: "Thank you."
Wouldn't it be easier if we had done this earlier?
When he finished speaking, he lifted the curtain and walked towards the audience seats, his eyes inadvertently sweeping past a strong female insect sitting in the corner. She had her head lowered so her face could not be seen clearly. Her light chestnut hair was slightly curly, and her fists as big as sand bowls were wrapped in white bandages, revealing the faintly visible snake tattoo at the base of her thumb.
Move your eyes downward and you will see the race number plate on your waist: 7.
Amber's eyes flashed for a moment, and she turned and walked out.
There were usually not many spectators in the front rows of the spectator stands. After all, no one wanted to be watching a game and then be splattered with blood and brains for no apparent reason. Amber walked to her seat in the dim light and sat down. There were a few staff members in charge of filming sitting sparsely around her.
"Let's welcome the contestants with warm applause! Number one Crazy Bull Beagle versus number five Executioner Charlie!! The result of the match will be randomly selected by a machine, and the audience inside and outside the venue can start placing bets!"
Along with the host bug's impassioned voice, a light blue virtual screen suddenly popped up in front of Amber's eyes, showing the results of the two players' matches in the past three months and their popularity. The betting amount started from 100,000 star coins and there was no upper limit.
Amber didn't bind a privateer account to the Santa Teran Arena, so he couldn't place a bet. He only heard a lot of discussion behind him. The nobles were discussing who to bet on to win, and the odds on the virtual screen kept changing as the amount of money increased. Even the cameraman next to him was struggling with his companions:
"Damn it, why do I have to make such a damn choice every time? I saved up for so long to save up 100,000 Star Coins. Should I bet on Big or Charade?!"
"Xia Li! His lock moves are always powerful. I bet on Xia Li to win!"
As they were arguing, a deep and calm voice suddenly rang out beside them: "Big wins."
The cameraman looked over and found the person who was talking was sitting nearby. Because the light was too dim, he couldn't see his face clearly. He felt a sense of mystery: "Hey, Xiali has set a record of eight consecutive wins!"
Amber lowered her eyes calmly: "That's because he hasn't met his natural enemy yet."
The cameraman hesitated for a moment, his fingertips trembled, and he accidentally touched Bigger's betting button. He immediately reacted and held his head in annoyance: "Oh my God! I am really stupid! How could I listen to your nonsense!"
The next second, the host's voice rang out in the venue:
"Bets are over, the game begins!"
When the bell rang and the host stepped back off the stage, the two contestants immediately rushed over and started biting each other like mad dogs. That's right, they bit, not hit. They didn't use any fancy moves, just a pure physical and strength contest. They rammed into each other like two mad bulls, and the audience's excited cheers echoed in the circular venue:
"Go ahead Bigger! Hit him! Hit him to death!"
"Charlie! Cut his head off! I bet you one million star coins!! You must not lose!!"
Amber was sitting in the audience and could clearly hear the sound of the players' bones breaking when they collided with each other, but they seemed to feel no pain and kept rushing up to fight again and again. In the end, a heart-wrenching scream was heard, and Crazy Bull Beagle tore off one of Charlie's arms and threw him heavily off the stage.
“Wow!!”
The cheers reached a crescendo at that moment, and the red, boiling blood instantly gushed out, dripping onto the field like raindrops, becoming the best food for the killer. The host held Bigger's hand and raised it to the sky, shouting in an exciting voice: "In the first round, Crazy Bull Bigger wins!!!"
Amber smiled and applauded along with everyone. He saw with his own eyes that Charlie was thrown off the stage like garbage, and the broken arm was picked up by the staff. After the cleaning function was activated, the blood was instantly washed away, and the machine was restored to its original cleanliness.
It's sad that their lives are just an entertainment for those in power.
There were a total of fourteen core contestants in this gladiatorial contest. After the first round of competition, seven qualifiers were selected. Then, one of the losers was drawn out based on their points ranking to participate in the rematch. After the second round of competition, four qualifiers were selected again, and this cycle continued until the third round, when only two contestants were left on the stage.
Player number seven, Viper White, was the waiter who was suspected of poisoning Amber's wine that day.
Contestant number nine, Dean the Black Rhino, is a strong female with dark skin.
With just one glance, Amber knew that No. 7 had a great chance of winning. Not only were the opponent's attacks ruthless, but his brain was also able to remain calm after being stimulated by blood. This calmness was enough to make him stand out from a group of mad beasts.
The third match had the biggest stakes and the highest odds. As the two players fought to the death, the audience in the arena had shouted themselves hoarse, the noise was deafening, and the final result was as Amber expected: number seven won.
The host held White's hand up to the sky, and countless golden ribbons of rain fell from the venue: "Oh my God! Oh my God! Let us congratulate contestant number seven, Viper White!! Not only did he win the competition, he also won a huge prize of one million Star Coins!! One million!!"
There was a snake totem on White's palm, which meant he was a criminal slave. Criminal slaves could not do any decent work on Alicia, and no one knew how he ended up as a waiter at the auction house. Now that he had won the competition, he raised his head in the golden ribbon rain. Emotions such as pride, arrogance, drunkenness, and confusion flashed through his eyes, and were finally drowned in the cheers.
Just as the excitement around them was gradually dying down and the competition was about to come to an end, a figure sitting in the front row of the venue suddenly raised his right hand slowly. His slender fingertips held an ID card for the competition. The sound was neither loud nor soft, but because of the special echo design of the venue, many insects heard his low voice:
"It seems like you guys missed a contestant. I wonder if I have the honor to go on stage and compete with contestant number seven?"
There were eight large screens broadcasting the event above the venue. When Amber spoke, the host and White subconsciously looked in his direction. A beam of light was projected along the screen, illuminating the male insect sitting in the dark.
Amber raised her eyes slightly, and his perfect face without a single flaw appeared on the huge broadcast screen, causing the audience to gasp in unison. Although he was surrounded by blood and filth, he was like a handful of cold and pure snow, with an indifferent look, and even though he was ruthless, he was still moving.
The camera zoomed out slightly, and his right hand, with distinct finger bones, was holding a number card with the number 15 written on it.
The host was stunned for a moment, having never encountered such a situation before. He subconsciously looked at the director behind him, only to see that the other party was desperately making hand gestures. He immediately understood, cleared his throat and began to stabilize the situation: "Well, sir, this match is decided by machine drawing lots, so it is possible that there are loopholes accidentally, but now that the winner has been decided, it is not convenient to add a match. There will be another match at the Santa Teresa Arena next month, you can look forward to the next one..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the excited spectators: "There is only one player left, so it doesn't matter if he plays one game. Let him play! Let him play!"
"That's right, let him hit you!"
"Go! Go! Go!"
Many spectators in the venue made the wrong bets. Although the money lost could not be won back, it was nice to add to the excitement. The host could not calm the almost one-sided shouting in the venue, and had to go off the stage to discuss with the senior management for a few minutes. After a while, he came back, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Insect God, he has been working at the Santa Teresa Arena for more than ten years, and this is the first time he has seen a male insect participating in the competition. This world is really crazy!
Despite the crazy complaints in his heart, the host still had to announce the extra game with a smile: "Dear audience, due to a loophole in the lottery system, one of the registered players was unable to participate. Now after unanimous discussion by the organizers, it has been decided to temporarily add an extra game, with player No. 7 White against player No. 15 Amber! The audience inside and outside the venue can start placing bets!"
This was probably the least suspenseful match since the establishment of the Santa Teresa Arena. One was a professional racer who lived on the edge of a knife, and the other was a delicate male insect. After the virtual screen popped up, everyone almost unanimously bet on White to win.
"Is he crazy?!"
When Ludwig saw Amber's face appear on the screen, he sat up straight in shock. His brows were furrowed, his thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and his voice was low and dangerous: "The Saint Teran Arena is playing with fire. Who allowed them to ignore the male insect protection law and let Amber compete?!"
Major General Lu Suti stroked his chin and asked curiously, "It seems that Mr. Amber asked to go on stage himself? Oh, I'm really curious about what's going on in his mind. It's even more curious than exploring the universe."
"He's looking for death!"
Ludwig kicked the tea table away and seemed to be about to get up and leave, but the fourth prince Chuck grabbed his wrist and said, "Ludwig, sit down. The organizers will not let the male insect get into trouble. This is just a gimmick at most. There is no need for you to get involved in this mess."
Lu Suti was also curious and asked, "That's right, you have already broken off the engagement, why are you still so concerned about him?"
Ludwig choked when he heard this and was speechless. He slowly exhaled and sat down again with a gloomy face: "I am worried that he will die on the court, and those damn guys in the capital will say that I am unlucky again!"
Lu Suti patted his shoulder and kindly comforted his brother: "It's okay, you have already killed two, so you don't need this one."
Ludwig: “…”
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