Du Lanshan was so startled that he almost slipped and fell into Mr. Pea's sprayed pea slime. Fortunately, the high-frequency screams of the whistle brought him back to his senses in time. He awkwardly jumped back a step and dodged the green slime that was right in front of him.
Because of the limited area, the referee could only control the five sandmen around him. Neither Mr. Pea nor the referee could fight a prolonged battle. Du Lanshan did not hesitate and shouted, "Dense!"
Liao Yuewei understood, and she immediately led the Sandman around the field, using the route to gather all the Sandmen who had not yet been affected together, making it easier for Mr. Pea to spray slime.
Inside the protective shield, Cheng Shuang watched as her usually gentle and beautiful sister Yuewei ran with her teeth clenched, unable to control her expression due to the strong wind and sand. She couldn't help but shout out a slogan, "Go, go, only 800 meters left... no, no, only five more!"
Liao Yuewei: ...
Three minutes passed abruptly, but Liao Yuewei's energy was not wasted. Mr. Pea returned to its original state, while the Sandmen were all stuck to their bases by the slime, each trying to break free with their claws outstretched. After realizing that this was ineffective, they tried to escape their predicament by reorganizing themselves.
But Du Lanshan didn't give them a chance at all; he took out a bottle of glue and a card.
The moment the card activated, he splashed the glue into the air like squeezing toothpaste. These semi-transparent specks of liquid, enhanced by the card's 'amplification' attribute, instantly turned into a torrential downpour, drenching the sandman.
Du Lanshan, however, was prepared. He put up an umbrella and sheltered himself and Liao Yuewei securely under it.
"This card is great!" It should be said that if used properly, there will be virtually no wasted cards.
Liao Yuewei watched in astonishment as the glue seemed to amplify and increase in volume. In less than two seconds, all the sandmen were sealed and solidified, losing their ability to move.
Cheng Shuang stepped out of the protective shield, with the bear cub following closely to her side. The little girl circled the sandman curiously twice, her eyes shining, "If we take them away, will they die completely?"
After careful observation, the Sandman did not sense any spiritual power among the Sandmen. Therefore, he concluded that the sand that made up the Sandmen itself had some kind of power. After they were sealed by the glue, no Sandmen were regenerated in the sand. This shows that the Sandman's analysis was largely correct.
Noticing Cheng Shuang's eagerness, Du Lanshan said with a mix of helplessness and jealousy, "Baby! Not everything can be brought back as a souvenir for your sister. What's the use of this sand?! Are you going to use it for cosplay at home?"
"That works too!" The little girl's eyes shone brightly. "My sister can definitely turn the impossible into reality; maybe cosplay can become a reality!"
Du Lanshan: This feels like I'm deliberately trying to sabotage my sister...
Liao Yuewei tidied up the two cards, dusted off the sand, and handed them back to Cheng Shuang with a indulgent smile, "Take them back if you want, there's room for them anyway." She was referring to the spatial pouch, which, unlike a spatial compartment, could hold non-living, movable objects. For example, the dying Black Eyeball and the incapacitated Sandman were not considered living beings. In particular, since Black Eyeball's spiritual power had disappeared, it would remain in a state of suspended animation once inside the pouch.
After thinking for a while, Cheng Shuang finally decided to break the little sandman and the bear sandman that imitated her into three sections, and put the head, body and limbs into the three people's spatial pouches.
After all, the other Sand People are all in the form of Liao Yuewei and Du Lanshan. Handing them over to Cheng Qing for research seems a bit disrespectful to their companions' privacy, especially since the space in the brocade pouch is limited.
The gate had already been opened, and the five assistants watched with a blank expression as the three people inside skillfully dismantled the sandman and chatted and laughed while dividing the body.
Assistant: ...This wave of attackers might be a catfish!
Under the slightly eager gaze of their assistant, the three were taken to the sixth floor after an hour of rest.
Du Lanshan found it very strange and, unusually, struck up a conversation with his assistant, "Miss, can't we stay another night on the fifth floor?"
The assistant smiled and said, "Sorry, no!" Seeing the burly man's憨厚 smile disappear, the assistant hurriedly explained, "The accommodations on the sixth floor are better. I can arrange for the three of you to rest on the sixth floor, which means you can rest for a day and a night before attending the Colosseum performance."
It doesn't really matter where you rest, Du Lanshan nodded indifferently, "Then let's go to the sixth floor!"
The moment the three stepped out of the elevator, the assistant hurriedly closed the elevator door. Only her stiff smile, filled with a strong sense of rejection, could be seen through the transparent glass.
Liao Yuewei said in a deep voice, "It seems that the natives really hate us. This should be written into the data."
Cheng Shuang scratched her cheek. She couldn't help but feel more than just annoyance! It seemed that since returning from the arena, the way her assistant had looked at them was like looking at some incomprehensible, exploitative natural enemy…
Of course, the three chatted for a few minutes and then stopped. The natives' thoughts were no longer so important. Humans could survive now not by themselves or by their protectors, but by the 'gifts' of the wanderers. Therefore, their stance was definitely the opposite of that of the protectors.
Fortunately, the enemies of the day after tomorrow have little say; otherwise, given the sophistry of some humans, the defenders' situation would become even more difficult.
The environment on the sixth floor was indeed better than that on the fifth floor. After passing through the elevator corridor, there was a spacious reception area like a hotel. There were two handsome men and women at the reception desk. They smiled slightly when they saw them and said, "Are you the performers who advanced from the fifth floor? Please come with us. Your room is ready."
Cheng Shuang took a look at the surroundings. There were two passageways to the left and right of the front desk. The passageway on the left was very wide, and there were rolling marks on the floor, as if it was a place where heavy objects were moved. She suspected that it was a passageway used by monsters to advance or regress. The other side was no different in height and width from that of an ordinary hotel, and it even had a carpet laid out in a proper manner.
The male receptionist led them along the normal side of the corridor. Judging from the distance between the doors, the rooms were larger than those on the fifth floor. The route included public areas such as a bar, gym, and entertainment room.
"Please make sure you all perform well in the show. The benefits on the ninth floor will be even better, including a single suite, a private cinema under the stars, and the right to choose your opponents, etc."
Seeing that the male receptionist was quite approachable, Cheng Shuang tilted her head and asked, "Are there any other rewards when we get to the ninth floor?"
"For example?" the male receptionist chuckled. "Order whatever you like, delicious dishes prepared by top chefs. Choose from beautiful clothes, designer bags, and toys." He was speaking to the two women, one older and one younger.
"And top beauties of different styles and races, fine wines, etc." This sentence is clearly for Du Lanshan.
Du Lanshan quickly adjusted her expression, turned her face away, and ignored the male receptionist.
The male receptionist gave a knowing look and did not continue the topic.
"Is there anything else?" Cheng Shuang asked with a curious look on her face.
The male receptionist lowered his eyes and saw her childlike confusion. His smile faltered slightly. "Yes, performers who receive attention have the opportunity to meet the bigwigs who invest. Of course, there may be certain restrictions based on your status."
"Will I be restricted too?" Cheng Shuang pouted, looking up at him. "I'm probably the only child here, right?!"
The male receptionist paused, his eyes flickering. He looked away and continued walking. "Yes, that's right, you're the only child. There are... no more children here!"
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