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A foul stench wafted from the Underground Passage, the unmistakable scent of Zombies. Their blood, highly corrosive, caused their muscles to gradually wither while their fat rapidly decayed, creating a swirling miasma of odor.
The seven Gladiators in the arena were clearly seasoned fighters, each facing ten Zombies. If they could eliminate them, they would earn a week of leisurely living, complete with expensive food and carefully arranged women.
Aside from freedom, they could enjoy everything until death claimed them.
"Charge!" The long spears they had chosen were all the same; these weapons were far inferior to what Zheng Yifan had prepared. They were merely ordinary hardwood spears, with tips that were nothing more than crudely sharpened metal points.
Yet, such rudimentary and almost shabby weapons became the harbingers of death for the Zombies in their hands.
Each Gladiator aimed for the heads of their targets, focusing more on the eye sockets and nasal bridge. This was where the skull was weakest; a single thrust could damage the Zombie's brain tissue and rob it of the ability to continue moving.
To completely destroy them, one would have to turn them into mush or claim their Zombie Crystal s.
The seven formed a tight formation, fighting and retreating as they faced seventy-two Zombies. The extra two had slipped in during the opening of the passage. After all, the organizers could not command the Zombies to obediently march in as props for the Gladiators to display their prowess.
"Look! Did you see that? Bone Crusher's Shooting Skill is still razor-sharp; every shot hits its mark! I’m definitely winning this time!" The burly man at the front howled excitedly.
It seemed he had bet on life and death; as long as a Gladiator survived the battle, it would be deemed a victory for the bettor.
Of course, the odds were only one-to-one, and there was a 0% tax to be paid to the Howling Wind Leader.
Despite being exploited under an unequal treaty-like arrangement that burdened those risking their lives, these desperate souls still accepted it willingly.
In the Gladiatorial Arena, the Gladiators moved strategically, slowly reducing the number of Zombies. However, sweat began to bead on their faces and bodies, and their arms felt incredibly sore.
After all, dealing with Zombies required utmost caution; even a simple scratch could cost you your life.
Fighting against the Zombies face to face was far from the simplicity that the spectators in the stands believed it to be.
Although many of those spectators were busy slaughtering Zombies, seizing food and supplies from their mouths.
“Ah!” As expected, when the Zombies in the arena had cleared out more than half, casualties began to appear.
The Gladiatorial Arena was not infinitely large; it was merely a hundred meters across. The relentless pressure from the Zombies left them with nowhere to hide.
Facing seven Zombies was undoubtedly much more difficult than one person dealing with seven. When all the Zombies surrounded them, casualties were inevitable.
The first to get injured was a towering man nearly two meters tall, nicknamed "Whale." He was a man of immense strength, capable of piercing a Zombie's skull with his spear, often exploding their heads.
Yet, this fierce warrior was the first to be hurt. A crazed Zombie lunged at him as others closed in, almost leaping over its companions' bodies and shoulders. Then…
"Whale" was knocked to the ground by the Zombie. Blood splattered as he let out a low growl of anger; there was no pain, no screams—only the courage to perish alongside the Zombie. He would never have the chance to rise again, as the bloodthirsty Zombies tore him apart within ten seconds, leaving not even a single intact piece of his body.
Zheng Yifan felt bile rising in his stomach as he watched, while Han Rui beside him seemed unfazed, slowly chewing on the flashy gum that Zheng Yifan had brought from reality. The taste of jasmine honey tea filled his mouth, its aroma lingering even from a distance.
Of course, mixed in were other indistinguishable scents that kept this fragrance swirling around Zheng Yifan's nose.
The collapse was swift; when they were cornered, defeat became inevitable.
They were merely part of a show arranged by the managers of Bloody Storm Arena. Today's main event did not revolve around these individuals. Their purpose was solely to stir up excitement in the audience with their flesh and blood.
"Damn it! Bone Crusher, you're worthless! Have you seen your own backside? Torn to shreds by a dozen female Zombies! All my gains—twelve precious items—gone! You fool, you deserve to die." The burly man in front clearly lost the match and all his possessions as he walked away dejectedly.
However, more people were even more excited. Those Fellow were seasoned players of the Gladiatorial Arena, and for them, the stakes for this atmosphere-enhancing battle were merely one or two Zombie Crystal s.
Only the newcomers among the Fellows would lose all their chips before the main event even began.
"Look, the Butchers are about to come out." Without any loudspeakers, everyone was aware of the schedule. The only announcer was a woman clad in nothing but her skin, holding a sign as she glided across the arena on a pulley system, close enough for those nearby to see every detail of her.
The sign only displayed the match details.
"Look! It's the Emblem of the Slaughterer Tournament. It seems the first batch of Fellows participating in the Slaughterer Tournament is about to showcase their skills." Han Rui smiled, eager to see that loyal Fellow known as Left Guard.
"Invincible in battle! Night Butcher!"
"Devil's Advocate! King of Slaughter!"
"Zombie Terminator! Blue Lightning!"
"Madman, Mammoth!"
One nickname after another was shouted by the spectators surrounding the arena, their voices growing more intense and clearer, resonating with more impact than any loudspeaker could provide.
"Look! That madman over there, that's Left Guard. Do you see him? Wrapped in thick bandages, wielding a one-handed shield and a longsword," Han Rui suddenly pointed at a figure nearly hidden behind Devil's Advocate at the back of the Gladiatorial Arena.
Devil's Advocate was a towering figure over six feet tall, holding a spiked mace stained with dark purple dried blood.
That was left by Zombies. And Left Guard was almost shrinking into Devil's Advocate's shadow behind him, always ensuring he didn't draw too much attention.
It was indeed the case that, aside from those who had placed their bets on him, everyone else had already shifted their focus, loudly shouting their support for the title of Gladiator.
There were a total of ten individuals, not many in number, yet each fought their own battles. They did not form a cohesive unit like the previous Gladiator, advancing and retreating as needed.
Leading the charge was Devil's Advocate, who swung a spiked mace. With just a single hit on a Zombie, he could easily take its life.
Night Butcher was even more extravagant, wielding two long knives covered in barbs that accurately sliced through the Zombies in front of him, effortlessly decapitating them.
Yet the most dazzling among them were not these two, but rather Blue Lightning and Left Guard.
Blue Lightning wielded a Stabbing Sword adorned with blue paint; aside from the blade tip, the rest was decorated with exquisite patterns.
In his hands, the Stabbing Sword became a series of Blue Lights, resembling a cascading waterfall of stars. Before him seemed to exist only Blue Light, transcending reality and even time itself. The Stabbing Sword accurately pierced the vital points of the Zombies ahead, each thrust claiming a life. Even if they didn’t die immediately, their brains were still left in ruins.
It was as if a blue shockwave surged forth with his every step, swiftly cutting into the horde of Zombies.
However, compared to him, Left Guard still held an edge.
The fighting style of Left Guard made Zheng Yifan fully understand how he earned his nickname as a madman.
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