My Skills Are Not Serious

"Please pay attention to reversing, please pay attention to reversing."

The huge arena began to reverberate with Sanbengzi's reversing warning sound.

"The battlefield, life and death, such a serious occasion, why do I want to laugh." said a gladiator ghost audience.

"Haha, what's wrong, after so many years of death, I don't know how beautiful it is to laugh." The ghost beside it laughed and said.

"In other words, on the battlefield where the bike rides, there is such a triple jumper, which is really against peace."

"The contest between technology and ancient cars has clearly won," said a dead soul in the mortal era.

The dead soul is right. At a distance of 50 meters from the wall, the three jumpers can stop, but the chariot driven by four horses obviously can't stop. I don't know if it is half man and half bone, resulting in half of the brain. For this reason, they didn’t slow down or reverse their direction, so they ran straight into it. The armored war horse was like a can under a hydraulic press. It was too deflated to look at, and the chariot broke into pieces. Mishou was fine, and he could stand up. , But because of the drape, the action is a bit slow.

"Please pay attention to reversing."

The reversing sound of Sanbangzi is still ringing.

"Fatty man, fuck, don't call the brakes, and what car are you backing."

When he braked, Chen Fang didn't stand firmly, and fell into the back of a car. He shook his head and stood up full of black lines. He knocked on the back of the head that called out and shouted.

"Isn't you curious, but by the way, you three jumpers just want it. Compared with other mounts, except that they can't fly, they have too many functions, but the style is a little frustrated." Fang Dazhao said.

At the same time, he wondered whether he would also have one. This is simply the gospel of the commoner awakened. It is cheap and versatile and acceptable, but I don’t know how to contract. This is a dead thing, and it’s not alive like other mounts. I don’t know how Chen Fang did it.

"What the hell, I quickly packed up those four Mishou." Chen Fang jumped out of the car and urged.

"Oh." Fang Dazhao got out of the car and followed Chen Fang.

Without the chariot, the four burly Yushou moved just like a scum, Fang Dazhao took the damage ahead, Chen Fang reaped the heads, and quickly destroyed the four Yushou.

There are seven tanks left on the field, oh, it shouldn't be four anymore.

In the time when Chen Fang and the others killed the three chariots, the Awakeners in the sealed state were released. They were not as weak as the previous two games, and many of them were able to summon mighty mounts.

If the gladiatorial car is faced with a group of incompetent people, it is invincible, but with the ability, the combat power of the awakened is soaring, and the skills are endless, which restricts the chariot and reduces the mobility by a large amount. Coupled with the harassment of those awakened with mounts, they quickly took down three chariots. At this time, the group was attacking other chariots.

"Would you like to go over and help?" Fang Dazhao said while looking over there.

"Don't go, keep your stamina, don't know what else is below." Chen Fang said cautiously.

"It should be gone. This time, we are the official gladiators. From now on I can only fight alone." Fang Dazhao said frustratedly.

"Didn't you say that you are lucky, maybe you won't encounter too powerful mutant creatures in the future." Chen Fang could only comfort him.

"Ordinary mutant creatures are okay, I hope I don't encounter any too powerful alien species." Fang Dazhao was noncommittal.

After the meeting, the remaining tanks were also resolved. Many people died in the process, most of them were killed by mutant creatures. Without the threat of suppression and zombies, the wild recurrence, instinct drove them to attack people around them. , And those awakened did not react for a while and died a lot.

When the remaining three tanks were also destroyed, a voice came from the arena.

"The third game is over. Congratulations on becoming an official gladiator."

Then after the sound fell, the light curtain enveloped all the survivors, and then disappeared in place.

In a simple cell, Chen Fang's figure appeared.

"Hey boy, can you heal skills, give me a few shots."

Just as Chen Fang was about to look at his surroundings, a voice came from beside him.

When Chen Fang looked, he saw a middle-aged man in ragged clothes leaning against the cell wall after losing his left arm and a deep wound on his right thigh.

"I won't." Chen Fang shook his head.

"Oh, it seems that I won't be able to survive the next game. I have played until the ninth game. I can go out in another game. What a pity." The middle-aged man is quite open-minded.

Chen Fang went to the other side and sat down, silently looking at the middle-aged man.

"You just came in today." The middle-aged man felt pain, so he asked Chen Fang to talk to him to divert his attention.

Chen Fang nodded.

"It's also unlucky." The middle-aged man sighed, and then introduced to himself some things about becoming a gladiator.

A gladiator decides his fate in ten games. If he can win ten games in a row, he can go out. If he loses one game, he will become a dead soul. Stay in the arena as a spectator. Only the challenged gladiator can escape the confinement of the arena and ascend to heaven.

The first eight games the gladiators faced were against mutant creatures. The way they proceeded was a battle for weapons and an extreme life-and-death battle. The last two games were a challenge to the souls of the dead.

In the battle for weapons, both sides are human-shaped gladiators, their abilities are suppressed, and they are unarmed. However, there will be a few weapons in the arena for competition. The quality of the weapons is not good, but they are very sharp.

Extreme life and death battle, one person, one mutant creature, fighting in extremely harsh terrain, and if the opponent can't be killed within ten minutes, then both parties will die.

Revenant challenge, one-on-one. One of the spectators in the arena will be selected to fight with you. Don’t look at these dead souls are losers. Their strength is not bad, and they are often the obstacles of gladiators. , After all, if you want to go out alive, they also want to die completely.

"My injury is left by the dead soul. In order to defeat me, it is a real fight." The middle-aged man said.

"This is a relic." Chen Fang said.

"Yes, what's the problem?" The middle-aged man was puzzled.

"Then why did no one find out where the core was destroyed." Chen Fang.

"Haha, it's not that no one has thought about it, but can't do it." The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, and Chen Fang listened respectfully.

"This is the ruins of rules, which is different from other ruins in the world."

"The ruins of rules are fragments of the plane of God's kingdom, and they don't have a core. It has a set of rules on its own, and it cannot be destroyed if it is outside the rules of the world," said the middle-aged man.

"How did you know?" Chen Fang asked.

"I also heard what seniors said."

"He also told me that there is another name for the Starry Sky Arena, the Battlefield of Heroic Spirits, where the gods and them sit down to entertain the heroic spirits." The middle-aged man explained.

"Heroic? Isn't it a dead soul?"

"It's not the same. It is said that when the starry sky arena first appeared, it was in the mortal era. At that time, only those heroic spirits were fought. Those people died before they appeared dead. It is conceivable that people at that time were well equipped and played well. After that, the starry sky arena has accumulated from generation to generation, and now the entire arena is almost full," said the middle-aged man.

Chen Fang was silent.

"Is food served here?" Chen Fang asked.

"Haha, you are quite optimistic, yes, the cell is free to enter and exit." The middle-aged man laughed.

"As long as you don't get out of the arena, you can go anywhere. I am inconvenient with my hands and feet, so I won't take you around." The middle-aged man said.

Chen Fang stood up, glanced at the middle-aged man, opened the cell door and walked out.

"By the way, the things provided here need to fulfill the wishes of the dead souls before they can be used. There are usually written on the things. Don't try to take things away without fulfilling the wishes. You will die." The middle-aged man said again. .

"Wish? The souls here are conscious?" Chen Fang asked.

"Yes."

Chen Fang stiffened, then moved again, waving goodbye before leaving.

Walking out of the cell, Chen Fang entered a long corridor with cells on both sides of the corridor. Chen Fang looked over one by one, hoping to find Fang Dazhao.

But until Chen Fang walked out of the tunnel, he did not find Fang Dazhao.

The exit was a corridor, and in the distance was the outer wall of the tall arena. At this time, there was loud cheers from there, and it was obvious that there was another fighting inside.

After three consecutive battles, Chen Fang felt tired and hungry, so he planned to find food to satisfy his hunger.

"Excuse me, where can I get food." Chen Fang asked when he walked to a man sitting on the steps of the corridor.

"Get out." The man was in a bad mood, not friendly at all.

Upon seeing this, Chen Fang left directly, and then asked a few more people, but none of them responded. They were either irritable or ignored. Chen Fang could only give up the question and plan to find it himself.

The corridor leads to four places, one to the cell, one to the arena, and the other two do not know where it leads, so Chen Fang found one of the two and walked in.

Maybe Chen Fang was lucky. After walking for a while ~www.ltnovel.com~, he came to a hall full of seats. At the same time, the walls on both sides of the hall were also full of shelves. The food and other sundries in the material box.

Chen Fang walked over, picked up the food and looked at it. The name of the food was written on it and some words were written on it.

Chen Fang put down the food and picked up the one next to him, one after another.

"I XX is X wants XXX..." Chen Fang looked at the food in his hand, and felt a bitter heart.

Mad, don’t illiterate people deserve food? How can this live.

Chen Fang wanted to find someone to help with the translation, but he gave up after seeing all his indifferent faces.

Just when Chen Fang was about to leave hungry, a dead soul walked in, holding a box of food in his hand to put it on the shelf.

Chen Fang saw his eyes light up, and immediately walked over to block the dead soul.

"Please tell me your dream...ahh, wish."