The blood of the headless corpse dyed the sand under him red, and rubbed it into the sludge that emitted a fishy smell. No matter how hard the tall player had trained or how brilliant his record was, his life had ended from the moment he was pulled off his head.

In the arena, glory always belongs to the winner, such as the short and strong player who shouts loudly with the head of the loser.

On the observation deck, Ghost Hand and Luo You need to be said. For the strong man in the wilderness, the black street is a house, and the arena is just a fight between little kids, so he would not take such a game seriously.

As a resident of Dawn City, Arnold has passed more than twenty times of the Gift Festival. Although not every Gift Festival is seen, it is no longer surprising.

Ling is a child who grew up in the wilderness. He has seen many kinds of killings, so he can accept it for a while.

Although Al is a member of the Dawn Team, logically speaking, has experienced many times in the Gift Festival, but her profession and beliefs doomed her to repel this kind of scene. The girl was slightly away from her face, holding her hands together and putting them on her chest, unwilling to see this bloody scene.

"What are these people's origins?" Luo You took the initiative to talk to Arnold for the second time today.

Arnold was a little surprised. Why did Luo You look so interested? He replied: "There are many sources, some are death row prisoners, some are professional gladiators, some are slaves escorted to the field, and some are people who come for money and reputation."

"Money? Can you get money if you win the game?"

Arnold smiled angrily and said, "Of course, otherwise who would come to participate in the competition stupidly? If you don't give others bread, why should they fight?"

"How much does it cost to win a game?" Luo You looked at Arnold and asked seriously, "Where to sign up?"

"Hey! Don't joke!" Arnold was frightened. No wonder Luo You asked so hard. He was fond of the bonus. He was not worried about what would happen if Luo You went to the arena. On the contrary, he was worried that Luo You accidentally slaughtered all the players, and that the Gift Festival could not be held at that time, and the residents would not be scolded to death.

Arnold quickly comforted Luo You: "There is not much money reward, only a few thousand Berries, it is only enough for the players to buy some wine and ** after the game. You have millions now, so you will definitely not look down on this small bonus."

"Oh, forget it." Luo You originally thought that the prize money for such a competition was very rich, and he thought about whether he could come here to earn some extra money, but when he heard that it was only a few thousand, it would be better to go to the wilderness to catch some living specimens and sell them to the black street.

Seeing that Luo You were persuaded, Arnold finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Due to the climate, it will be very hot at noon, and this kind of open-air facility does not have good cooling methods, so there is no competition after noon. All competitions are concentrated in the morning. With the flying flesh and blood and the shouts of the audience, the competition finally came to the last game.

"Ghost Hand, the finale is here." Marquis Charles's face woke up the ghost hand that was sleeping with his legs crossed.

Ghost Hand opened his eyes, showed a weird smile, and turned his eyes to the arena stained with blood, and smiled lowly: "Let me see how much 'she' has grown."

When the iron gate was opened, a petite figure slowly walked out. Unlike the cheers of the players when they appeared on the stage, this figure was boundlessly ridiculed and scolded after the appearance.

"Get back! Little bitch!"

"The arena is the territory of men! The woman just rolls back to the bed honestly**!"

"Who can fuck this bitch's ass on the spot? I'll give him 50,000 Berry!"

Accompanied by various insults, the rotten fruits and garbage were everywhere, and the sewage and blood on the ground mixed together to smell fishy smell. It seems that these viewers discriminate against arena warriors in terms of gender.

Luo You narrowed his eyes, walked to the edge of the observation deck, and looked at the petite figure walking out of the gate.

Sure enough, this is a girl, one or two years older than Ling in terms of age, and is still a "child". She has a refreshing ponytail and her wheat-colored healthy skin is faintly visible under the wrapping of leather armor. Her newly developed figure has made many people with special hobbies radiate blood.

The girl's eyes were very strange, it was a kind of almost distorted paranoia, and she seemed to have an unshakable crazy belief in her heart. As for what it was, it was unknown.

At this moment, Ghost Hand also came to the edge of the observation deck. His face was filled with a mysterious smile and his eyes looked straight at the girl.

"The residents of Dawn City! Next is our finale!" Marquis Charles stood up from his seat, pointed his bloated finger at the girl on the field, and said loudly, "Moon Blade! The myth of undefeated twelve consecutive gift festivals!"

The girl named Yuebian pulled out two slender swords from her waist, pulled a gorgeous sword flower and lifted it into the air. The metal shone brightly under the sunlight.

Shuangtai Dao? Luo You narrowed his eyes. He pondered for a while, recalled the conversation between Marquis Charles and Ghost Hand just now, then smiled briefly, and said to Ghost Hand indifferently: "Your apprentice?"

"Hahaha..." The ghost hand smiled low and coldly, like two rubbing magnets, and the voice also had a mysterious meaning, "I just adopted a homeless little bitch."

"And her opponent is..." Marquis Charles deliberately paused for a few seconds and then shouted loudly, "Ten death row prisoners who committed heinous crimes!"

At the other end of the arena, ten figures in ragged clothes and holding small short swords staggered out. Their bodies were covered with dirt and the cracks in their nails were filled with black mud. Judging from the whip wounds on their bodies and their skinny bodies, they must have suffered a lot of beatings before.

"These ten death row prisoners are unwilling to admit their crimes. Let us leave them to the Dawn Arena to decide! In this game, Yueblade will act as the executioner. Whether she cut off the heads of the ten criminals or her heads were cut off in exchange for the freedom of the criminals, let us wait and see!" Marquis Charles gave a passionate speech, and in just a few words, the nature of the game was revealed.
Chapter completed!