My Dark Soul System

Due to the fighting, Zhou Hang got up a little earlier today.

Through the window, the gray woods outside are not fresh at all, but look lifeless. There are few green plants in Gedaxing, and the earth-yellow plants look bad.

If it’s other colors, there are also maple forests covering the mountains and plains on Earth. In autumn, it will be like the mountains, the sunset glow will fall to the ground, and the imposing manner is full.

But earth-yellow is not so passionate.

Exercise your body and stretch your muscles and bones. I didn't stay in the Gravity Room for too long last night. It's okay to exercise properly. It will definitely affect my performance today if I get too tired.

Four Days Fist set down, the blood energy is full of vigor.

Zhou Hang felt that his fist speed was faster and more stable. After gravitational polishing, the training of bones and muscles once again strengthened his mastery of boxing.

"If you can practice boxing in the Gravity Room, it is estimated that Four Days Fist will improve faster."

Zhou Hang thought, but couldn’t. There is no Gravity Room alone. Can't practice boxing.

After punching in the cultivation room for more than half an hour, his body was steaming and he stretched out his muscles and bones completely. Seeing that the time was almost up, I went straight to the bathroom and took a shower.

The battle data SmartBrain has been sent to his own Tianxun, he opened the light curtain, one after another data shop unfolded, and the sky above the bathtub was lined up.

This is a youngster, estimated to be twenty three-four years old.

Zhou Hang is still fifteen years old due to his own health, but he has lived for more than twenty years in his mind.

This kind of mentality that he is obviously an adult but has to pretend to be a teenager makes him nowhere to complain. It is simply a husky.

Lying comfortably in the bathtub is a luxurious bathtub with vibration function. Bubbles are constantly formed underneath, simulating the effect of a hot spring.

Zhou Hang almost groaned comfortably. As a result, the rune on his chest vibrated. The Nine Rings came out and plunged into the water, causing a large splash of water.

"Fuck, you dead pig, what are you doing?"

He was completely unprepared, he was sprayed with spray, but he saw Jiujin on all fours, lying leisurely the other side.

"hmph!" Zhou Hang kicked angrily and ignored him.

The bathtub is large enough to accommodate a person and a pig.

It is his star beast anyway, not really the smelly look of a wild boar.

In addition to the heart-felt response and the need to take a bath with a pig, other things are acceptable.

Focus on the data on the screen. Youngster has just entered the Combat Arena and has tried a total of three games.

I just entered the Solid Soul Realm, generated Martial Dao internal breath, opened up three acupuncture points, but failed to turn into True Qi.

However, the strength was monitored by SmartBrain and reached more than 1,500 kilograms. Obviously, it was also the person who had been injected with the gene potion.

All participants in Combat Arena are required to register, and their strength will be certified. The strength of both parties in the competition is roughly the same, and there will be no big disparity.

Only in this way can we attract others to place bets without losing money in Combat Arena. If the difference in strength can be seen in the same way, then what kind of gambling will be opened and money can be given.

It’s just that fighting depends not only on strength, but also on skill and luck. Whether you can really win depends on yourself.

"People who can receive genetic potion injections and have family properties, why should they go to Combat Arena?"

Zhou Hang has doubts, but didn’t want to go into it. Everyone has Own secrets. In other words, who hasn't clicked his own past yet.

I got up and wiped the water on my body, looked at my sturdy figure, Zhou Hang elated's muttering, and finally I don’t know which big family lady can have a boyfriend like me.

Omit...

There are still scars on the shoulders. The wounds that were originally scorched by the fire to stop the bleeding were terrifying, but after the injection of the gene potion, the necrotic cells renewed After being replaced, the wound is much more obvious, which is not too ugly.

If cultivation True Qi, the scars may be completely recovered completely.

As soon as he and other teenagers enter the Combat Arena, the atmosphere inside is still hot. It seems that these people are mixing here day and night.

Entering here, the system starts to prompt to absorb the soul energy, but it is blocked by him, and it becomes a record and remains on the system.

Step on the Martial Arts Competition Stage, the gel ground is elastic, all around is surrounded by iron chains, as long as you stand on the stage, there is no way out.

There is still a way to survive in the primary level battle, and the higher the level, the harder the start, the higher the death rate, but the more generous the star coin that can be obtained.

Combat Arena really uses life to make money.

So Zhou Hang has no sense of belonging to Black Horn. Even if he cultivates to Profound Realm in the future, he will not really join Black Horn.

This is, the opponent is on stage.

Tsing Yi with armor, black trousers, youngster's face is pale and sick, and his temperament is cold.

The azure clothes are dotted with iron armor. The simple Battle Armor protects most of his chest. The most important thing is his weapon, with ten metal righteous fingers on both palms, and azure metal knuckles. Fingers were tightly trapped, shining coldly.

"Yi! It's him. Qingjin, who just became famous in the past two days, refers to Wuyuan. He won three games in a row in Combat Arena. Every opponent was caught by him and died. It was very vicious. ."

Someone in the audience recognized this young man. He played the killer frequently in the past two days. After three games, no one wanted to fight him.

The exclamation aroused the attention of others, and a lot of people gathered in the originally empty stand.

These spectators consider themselves to be veterans of the casino. Every time they place a bet, they must observe the strength of the opponents and evaluate the winning rate of the game.

So under the Martial Arts Competition Stage, some people are crowded, some are very few.

This is also a test for the two fighting on the stage. The more people bet, the winner will win more bonuses and commissions.

The hustle and bustle are all good things.

The gambling game under the stage started, but Zhou Hang couldn't shake his heart. He looked at the young man on the opposite side, and then he understood the purpose of Black Horn.

Combat Arena is unkind. Some people have distorted minds and are very ruthless. Others don’t want to play against each other.

This requires Black Horn to send players to fight against each other. Otherwise, others are dedicated to the challenge, but no one meets them. Isn't it smashing the Black Horn's signature?

The fighters trained and recruited by Black Horn are specifically for this purpose, to fight against very ruthless people, or to disrupt continuous fights and players who accumulate bonuses.

The bonuses won by the fighters who stand in a row are superimposed each time. Winning six games in a row can almost stack up to a sky-high price. If you win ten games in a row, you will have no worries in your life in the future.

After six games, there is the right to choose to continue and withdraw, but no matter which stage, once you lose, the bonus is cancelled and you will not get a star coin.

So after someone wins three games in a row, Black Horn will send a sniper to interrupt his battle.

But this youngster is not a continuous fight, but a bloodthirsty, and Black Horn wants to get rid of him.

If you continue to fight, the bonus cannot be taken out, it needs to be accumulated continuously, and the master cannot step down.

That is to say, winning six games in a row, ten games.

"This is the Black Horn sniper. I think this green finger is going to die."

"How do you say? Black Horn can do this?"

Someone didn't understand this internal news and hurriedly asked people around him.

"Hehe, you are too young, what is Black Horn? This Star Territory Lord, who dares to cause trouble in his site? If someone picks things up, Black Horn will definitely send someone to get rid of it."

The explainer chuckled, "Boy, the water inside is deep."

"This Combat Arena is a place to make money. You can't break the rules. The bad guys will inevitably affect your reputation, so There will be a frontal sniper in a fighting match. Of course, if you can’t beat others, it can only show that your strength is not good. I also blame the opponent that Black Horn arranged for you."

Listen to clear comprehension, happy happily said: "So this bet on Black Horn wins?!"

"hehe! Look at the betting odds, will Black Horn make you money!"

"Fuck, Black Horn wins, 1:0.05, Qingjin points to win, 1:3???"

The person who explained shouted: "Why betting? I'm just stunned. Mosquitoes are also meaty when they are young."

Zhou Hang almost choked upon hearing that person's words. What's the matter with him? Has Earth Geng played Star Sea?

But Qingjinzhi's face was even paler, gloomy face, staring at Zhou Hang, he also heard the voice from the audience and understood his situation.

Black Horn wants to kick him out, and he may not let the opposite boy spend his hands and feet before he can make trouble.

The killing intent in my heart gradually rises, and the azure metal finger cots on my hand are gripped virtually, making a crunching sound.

The top light curtain suddenly jumped out of the countdown. After three breaths, the screen turned green and the game started.

Qingjin pointed to Wu Yuan's heart, and quietly stepped back, without coming forward to attack.

Zhou Hang didn't expect Wu Yuan would back off unexpectedly. He didn't know what to do. As long as True Qi was not born, he would not shoot Wu Yuan and make a moth.

Even if he has a hole card, he still has the Nine Rings, and he can use its Star Power to play the formidable power of Four Days Fist.

With the fist wind, Zhou Hang, like a cheetah rushing out, stepping on the martial stage, the gel ground is sunken into a hole, and it rebounds instantly.

Wu Yuan opened his five fingers, and hurriedly evaded him with a quick punch. He pushed the palm of his fingertips artificially, and the faint inner breath filled his arms, pushing Zhou Hang away from the air.

Inner breath is a kind of breath born from the blood energy of the human body. It is intangible and qualitative. It lacks the lethality of True Qi, but it is still wonderful.

Without a punch, Zhou Hang slid his fist across the arc and hit Wuyuan's chest again. Four Days Fist records not only boxing, but also powerful transformation and control of power.

One punch again, it's not a punch, it's just a straight punch, but with a brave imposing manner, it wants to crush the opponent.

Zhou Hang gave birth to a clear comprehension in his heart, this fist seemed to change instantly, the brave fist became more agile, and the path of travel suddenly became unpredictable.

Wu Yuan's face really looked pale, and he immediately lost his blood. He couldn't grasp the trajectory of this fist, and he seemed to be unable to stop it.

His face is ugly, he was actually humiliated by a hairy kid.

Green golden's finger cots buzzed, he poured all his body energy into the finger cots, the stacked metal pieces stood up like dragon scales, and the sharp aura uttered.

Five fingers scratched falsely, protruding out like beast claws, and instantly reached Zhou Hang's fist.

"bang!"

A faint wave of air was surging, and the air where the fists met was torn apart, turning into countless white streaks.

Zhou Hang suddenly felt a faint repulsive force, like True Qi, but it was several times weaker, and it could not even penetrate into his body.