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Suddenly~
As Wu Hui and Lan Fudi were walking, they were attracted by the sound of a majestic horn.
The sound of the horn is vast and powerful, and listening to it seems to bring people to the iron-blooded and wild ancient battlefield.
"Hurry, hurry, it's started! Let's go!"
"Dude, why do you care about your crappy stall? If you go too late, you won't be able to squeeze into the front row!"
"Yes, yes, yes, let's go quickly. Hehe, today I want to win a lot of money from those cunning Akha people!"
As the horn sounded, Wu Hui found that the crowd around him was actually boiling. Many vendors and customers who were shopping on Taobao stopped doing business and crowded along the street to the end of the market. Some friends who knew each other well were still dragging each other. The scene was very lively, just like a festival.
"Ms. Lan Fudi, what happened?" Wu Hui asked curiously.
"Your Highness, the arena should be open." Lan Fudi frowned and replied, "Every large market in the plane will have a place for customers and their slaves to fight savagely. It will be held three times every stellar week, and there will be more matches if there are festivals or celebrations. But it's smoky and dirty there, I'm afraid it's not suitable for your status, Your Highness, so why don't I take you to another place to have a look."
"The Colosseum? It sounds interesting. Take me to have a look."
"But there's something..."
"No problem."
Having made up her mind, Lan Fudi took Wu Hui and followed the crowd towards the arena.
Not long after, the group arrived at the outskirts of the arena.
This is an oval-shaped metal building that is tens of meters high. At first glance, it is somewhat similar to a gymnasium on Earth, but it covers a much, much larger area.
It is so big that there is more than enough space to fit a two or three thousand meter long destroyer inside.
This made Wu Hui sigh that the civilization system behind the big market was really powerful. Not to mention that it was able to carve out a neutral zone and open up a number of dimensional markets in the universe where countless civilizations were competing for hegemony, even the building area and internal space of these markets were astonishingly huge.
Take the big market where Wu Hui is now, for example. Although it is a giant space station, its size and building area are comparable to that of a planet!
“Wait!”
In front of the huge entrance of the arena, two people of a strange race, four or five meters tall, with ugly faces and manes all over their bodies, were holding heavy halberds and blocking the way of Wu Hui and others.
"They are the Vitra, a violent and rude interstellar race that advocates the use of force. Their individual strength is very strong, and they have only reached the level of Level 1 civilization. However, they have as many as three Level 10 gods."
Lan Fudi gave a brief introduction, and from her slightly arrogant expression it could be seen that they, the Korling people, had reached level 3 civilization and already had a certain status in this universe.
But the Vitra people are not weak either. Although their civilization is only rated as Level 1, they have 3 Level 10 gods! This shows that this is a fighting race that focuses on their physical strength. Their abilities in other areas, such as psychic power and technology, are relatively poor.
"Sure enough, among the races that can enter the great universe system, there are no weak ones." Wu Hui couldn't help but sigh. In fact, this is true. How can a race without some special features have the ability to enter this sea of stars