Hell arena, life and death are all the time. This is the highest-standard challenge mode in prison. It is mainly used for new prisoners who are not convinced after they come in and always want to make some trouble.

Or it is used to resolve personal grudges, which ends with one party's death. When one party dies, grudges will naturally be resolved.

However, people here rarely use the hell arena to solve problems because they are almost impossible to use.

After every new prisoner who comes in, he usually chooses to integrate after knowing the people inside, because there are too many powerful people, and he can easily lead to any existence like a demon king in the world.

As for personal grudges... there are almost no personal grudges here, and there is really nothing to fight for, after all, it does not involve interests.

Of course, you will encounter old grudges, but that kind of situation is not many, and the thinking of these strong people is different from that of normal people. In this kind of place, as long as the old grudges of killing their father and insulting their wives can be resolved, because they can no longer go out.

Now, the Hell arena is opened, making the prison lively.

"I haven't had a hell ring for a long time, and I can enjoy it today."

"The soldier Ge Zhen seems to be a little overestimating his ability. He wants to fight with his husband in a hell arena, which is a bit of a disaster."

"Don't underestimate the soldier Ge Zhen. Since the gentleman is willing to fight him in the hell arena, he will naturally not be weak, otherwise the gentleman will disdain it at all."

"Their power... is not what you imagine. A soldier is a god, and a group of soldiers is a demon."

An old man sat there and said in a deep voice.

When he spoke, everyone next to him shut up because the old man was respectful and was a real "killer god".

The God of Killing is his code name. Although he is old and stays here for a long time, the abusive aura on his body has disappeared. But everyone in the prison knows that he once represented an era.

"God, is the soldier so powerful?" a prisoner asked in a low voice, his face serious.

Others say it is powerful, but the people here are questioning it, but the killing god says it is powerful, then it must be really powerful.

Others have names, but there is no God of Killing. Everyone will only call him "God" when they see him.

This is respect, or it can be regarded as fear.

"Every era is a contender for a hundred schools of thought, and there are many strong people, but no matter which era, there is only one real king." The God of Killing said slowly: "In Chinese, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts."

When he said this, the God of Killing's eyes drifted upwards, revealing memories of the past.

"God, aren't you the king of that era?" a prisoner smiled.

"That's in the West." The God of Killing withdrew his gaze and stared at the prisoner and said, "The soldiers are not included."

"I think even if you count the soldier, you are not your opponent. You are a god and will never defeat you in your life."

"Yes, you are God!"

"Never lost!"

“…”

The God of Killing shook his head and stood up to walk towards his room. He didn't want to explain too much to these guys because there was no need to explain at all.

In his time, the West was the West and the East was the East.

In the East, the soldiers are soldiers, and they do not appear unless they are missions; in the West, the god of killing, and there has been almost no direct contact with soldiers.

Sitting in the room, the Killing God looked out through the window, staring at Ge Zhen who had already walked towards the hell arena.

"What should come will come eventually..." The God of Killing sighed and said to himself: "Ge Xianzhi, Ge Xianzhi, I am really not as good as you!"

...

In the Hell Arena, Ge Zhen had already walked up, stood in the north, wearing a camouflage uniform, and casually stroking his sleeves, making him feel relaxed and contented.

"Hey, brother." Tagore, who was beaten by Ge Zhen, shouted below: "You can raise the white flag on the Hell arena. If you really can't hold on, I can raise the white flag for you at any time and announce your surrender."

Ge Zhen glanced at him.

"Don't get me wrong. In fact, many times, surrender is a good choice compared to death." Tagore explained: "I know you are not the one who wants to die. I know you still want to go out. Since that's the case, surviving is the only thing you have to do. The gentleman is too strong. Everyone here is his teacher, but he is also his defeated general."

Ge Zhen just nodded and said nothing. He knew that Tagore might have good intentions, but he could only appreciate this kindness.

The Archangel must be particularly powerful, there is no doubt that this is, but Ge Zhen has never been defeated in charge.

Even if you are seriously injured or full of setbacks, the soldier will move forward and trample on everything with his iron hooves.

"I mean...I really don't want to see you die. I'm not saying you are not a match for your husband, I mean..."

Tagore wanted to explain, but now he couldn't explain it clearly.

"Is there any cigarette?" Ge Zhen stretched out his hand at Tagore: "If there is one, just give it one."

"It's a big problem. The only thing that is forbidden in prison is cigarettes, because we have so much fresh water, and smoking will cause...well, I've hidden a few."

Tagore threw out a precious cigarette.

"Click!"

Ge Zhen lit the cigarette and took a deep breath, making him look very comfortable.

“The smoking habit is not good.”

Gabriel, wearing brand new desert camouflage, walked up and saw Ge Zhen on the opposite side smoking and frowned.

"Thank you for your concern." Ge Zhen said.

"No, I don't care about you, I'm afraid that smoke will affect your lung capacity and thus your overall strength." Gabriel shrugged and said, "You are a good opponent."

This is a subtle point. Smoking does affect lung capacity. You may not feel anything in normal times, but for people like them, a little impact may lead to death.

You can drink wine, smoke, and never smoke.

"Check a change of clothes." Ge Zhen looked at Gabriel and said, "The clothes are too new. The friction on the skin will make you feel uncomfortable and will affect your swing."

This is also the details. The new clothes contain pulp, which makes the clothes a little hard and makes them feel uncomfortable after rubbing against the skin.

"Then it's going to be even." Gabriel smiled and said, "Now say your last words, as my opponent, you will definitely do it for you after you die."

"I can do it myself, there is no need to worry about it." Ge Zhen exhaled a mouthful of smoke and smiled: "You don't seem to have to leave a last word, anyway, someone will do it for you after you die."

“Hahahahaha…”

Gabriel laughed loudly. He liked the soldier Ge Zhen more and more. He spoke very interestingly and was very consistent with him and his appetite.

"Start?" Ge Zhen asked.

"Then let's start." Gabriel said.

Both of them said very casually, but after they finished speaking, they disappeared without a trace at once, and then there was an extremely vast aura of violent killing.

"call!--"

Ge Zhen breathed out a sigh of relief.

"call!--"

Gabriel breathed a sigh of relief, too.

At this moment, the eyes of the two people changed instantly. Although they had not had any physical movements, the people in the audience seemed to be no longer humans, and they had become tyrannosauruses and tigers.

The dragon breathes and the tiger is about to touch!

...
Chapter completed!