Is the other side stupid
No, the other side is smart.
She just doesn't know much about the world and just wants to immerse herself in her own inner world.
When he saw the situation in this arena, Bi'an already understood that what Tang Ling was challenging was not an ordinary arena, but a very dangerous one.
However, Bian'an could no longer tolerate any accidents happening to Tang Ling. Even though they had only known each other for less than two days, Bian'an knew in her bones and soul that she absolutely, absolutely could not lose Tang Ling.
As for why? No reason! If your heart's desire is this, that's enough.
Bi'an found a corner closest to the ring and looked at everything on the ring coldly. If what happened on the ring went beyond her tolerance, she would not hesitate to kill everyone who would hurt Tang Ling.
Tang Ling didn't know that Bi'an had such thoughts, and he couldn't believe that Bi'an had such ability. At this time, his attention was completely attracted by another thing.
Dream seed!
He sensed at least nine more dream seeds from the crowd that suddenly gathered around him.
What's happening here? Are the people in this young arena so powerful? Why didn't he find anything like this when he just walked around
However, was Tang Ling afraid
No, there was just a slight feeling of excitement in his heart. As more and more dream seeds were discovered, this feeling of excitement became stronger and stronger!
In battle he is a madman.
In less than three minutes, the arena in area S was filled with people.
And the numerous empty seats were filled by the audience at some point.
The toll collector appeared, and several huge screens in the center began to prepare to broadcast the arena match live.
People who didn't get a seat at the scene all flocked to the scene and crowded under the big screen, looking excitedly at Tang Ling who was waiting on the ring.
"Does this kid not understand the rules of the Dead Men's Arena?"
"Who knows? Look at the hijab he's wearing, he looks like a fool."
"If you judge people by their appearance in the Port of Darkness, you will probably die quickly. People with strength may have some quirks."
"The peripheral game has started over there, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and buy the winner."
The opening of the Dead Men's Arena brought the atmosphere in the entire cabin area to a climax. People were talking about everything.
On the contrary, the talented teenagers gathered around the ring became calmer.
"Dream Seed!"
"Is he a dream seed?"
Tang Ling could spot the Meng Zhong in the crowd. On the contrary, it was impossible for him to conceal the identity of the Meng Zhong.
So immediately, many talented young people discovered that Tang Ling was a dream species.
What does the identity of the dream species mean? Anyone who can dream knows that it means strength! This discovery made many talented young people who were eager to try and rush into the ring give up the idea.
Someone must play the first game to test Tang Ling's strength.
Since they are geniuses, failure is not an easy thing for these teenagers to accept, which means that these genius teenagers will not take action easily.
The Weeping Clown, wearing his colorful exaggerated clothes and a crying face with a weird smile, has been waiting at the edge of the ring.
From time to time, he would say a few inflammatory words loudly to make the already warm atmosphere even crazier.
After waiting for five minutes, when no more people could be crowded around the ring, including the auditorium, the Crying Clown cleared his throat, coughed twice and walked to the center of the ring.
"Gentlemen and ladies, every young boy and beautiful girl who is full of passion here, I really envy your luck."
"Let's take a look. Just walking around the arena area, I came across the most exciting arena of the dead with the most exciting rules in the world."
"Just watching is not the purpose. While enjoying the stimulation of soaring adrenaline hormones, shouldn't everyone open their wallets and buy some wins and losses?"
"Look, this is how life should be. While enjoying visual stimulation, we can also make a small fortune. This is the kind of happy life we should have!"
The Crying Clown was indeed a very experienced host. With just a few words of opening remarks, Tang Ling's stake in this arena match increased dramatically, and it also stimulated people's enthusiasm even more.
After roaring with the crowd a few times, the Wailing Clown coughed again and said: "I don't want to be a host that everyone hates and keeps talking nonsense. I won't say more about the rules of the Outlaws' Arena. There are really no If you understand, you can ask the people around you how exciting this rule is."
"We only need to worry about one issue now." As he spoke, the wailing clown walked to Tang Ling's side and handed the microphone to Tang Ling's mouth: "What should I call you, this brave man? Your features really make me difficult"
The audience stage burst into laughter. Indeed, isn't the most obvious feature of Tang Ling's body the dog-headed scarf
Do you still want to talk? Do you still have to give yourself a name? Looking at the laughing audience, Tang Ling scolded Boss Huang a hundred times in his heart!
Resisting the urge to rush back to challenge Boss Huang, Tang Ling deliberately spoke in a rough voice: "Crazy Tiger."
In fact, this was a random name given to Uncle Su Xiao. Su Xiao's nickname was Crazy Lion.
"Okay, Kuanghu! It's a very impressive name. I thought your name would have something to do with a cute dog?" The Crying Clown made a joke, adjusted the atmosphere again, and then his voice He became serious: "So, Mr. Kuanghu, do you know the rules of the Dead Men's Arena?"
"I know very well." Tang Ling replied calmly in a rough voice.
"That's great! The last obstacle that prevented us from watching a wonderful game is gone! So what are we waiting for?" The wailing clown's voice suddenly became crazy, and he raised his hand and pointed to the bottom of the ring. Those teenagers who were qualified to challenge shouted: "Some people have the courage to stand in the ring, isn't there anyone who has the courage to challenge?"
"Damn it, don't be a coward that people look down upon! For the glory, for the heavy fifty Black Sea coins! Come on, what are you waiting for? There are only three opportunities. If it were me, I would rush to the ring now, Instead of waiting for the uncertain second or third time, it’s better to take the first opportunity in your hands now!”
It has to be said that the Weeping Clown's instigation ability is simply top-notch. Many teenagers who originally had a wait-and-see mentality were tempted. They crowded forward and took a step forward, but in the end, the first challenger still did not appear.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I should sigh for you." As he spoke, the wailing clown took out a pocket watch and held it up.
"Rules, don't you understand the rules? We won't wait forever in the Deadman Arena. According to the rules, if no challenger comes on stage within two minutes, then this crazy tiger will win directly."
"Do you want to give up? The great glory of winning in the Deadman's Arena! Once you win, your names will be resounding in the Dark Port."
"Do you want to give up? A whole fifty." This time, before the crying clown could say anything, a young man suddenly appeared in the crowd under the ring.
This boy is very tall and strong! Although his face still looks a little childish, his height has reached 2 meters, and the muscles all over his body are full of oppression.
Even though he is not as good as Su Xiao, Alston, and even less than the young boy with dreadlocks who soaked in the ice spring before, he is still a rare strong figure among young people.
"Grady!"
"Aww, Grady!"
"Ah, this dog-headed boy can start praying, it's Grady who is on stage!"
"I originally wanted to watch three shows, but it seems that this wish can no longer be realized."
There is naturally no shortage of enthusiastic fans of the arena in the arena area, and they are very familiar with the strong players in the arena.
As soon as this young man appeared on the scene, he triggered a frenzy among this group of people!
Grady! A strong man who remained undefeated in twelve games in the junior competition and has already achieved the title of Lord of Darkness! Now that he is in the limelight, people are expecting him to win one victory after another and challenge the Dark King of the Junior Arena!
In their opinion, Tang Ling actually messed with Grady, so what chance did he have of winning
At this time, Grady was walking towards the ring step by step, and the Weeping Clown was more excited than anyone else: "Oh, look, look, it is indeed the ring of the dead. Who has been attracted in the first game?" ?”
"In the past two months, Grady, the Lord of Darkness, has been the most popular among us! But, is he just a Lord of Darkness? No, no, no, most people, including me, don't think so! "
"So, how will he perform in the ring of the dead? Will he trample his opponent again, or will this crazy tiger end his twelve-game unbeaten myth? We will wait and see!"
"Grady!"
"Grady, Grady!"
The cheering people began to wave their hands wildly, explaining their views.
However, the talented young people in the crowd, as well as some big shots who were hiding everywhere and silently watching the game, did not seem to have this view. They all looked at Grady walking onto the ring with a trace of disdain in their eyes.
If the dream seed will be defeated by Grady, it can only be said that the dream seed is too bad, maybe a rookie who has never even had a dream.
'Bang', Grady stepped onto the ring and stood still. Perhaps to highlight his momentum, the moment his feet landed on the ground, he deliberately stepped hard and made a dull sound.
"Crazy tiger? Or crazy dog? I really admire your courage to ring the death bell. It's a pity." Grady's voice was like thunder, and it sounded very powerful.
Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, Tang Ling impatiently interrupted him: "Stop talking nonsense, let's get started."
At the same time, the other side's cold gaze also fell on Grady, as if looking at a dead person.
Beyond: Grady, you're dead.
Tang Ling: No, out of pride as a man, I want to crush him myself.
Biangan: What should you do if you are injured
Tang Ling: Scars, the pride of a man.
The other side: Pride is not as important as life, I don’t care.
Tang Ling: I beg you, tell me, why don't you take action
Bi'an: Go and coax everyone to vote for two monthly votes, and I'll think about it.
Tang Ling looked at all the readers, his pleading eyes filled with one meaning - you understand.
(End of chapter)