Doom Knight System

Sean's coffee was destined to never run out.

An old man in a gorgeous robe walked in uninvited. He bowed politely and said slowly, "I'm the manager of the Miranda Chamber of Commerce. This time I'm here to pick up the fighters I've reserved."

"Ah, fighter!" Sean's cold sweat broke down in an instant, he didn't care to wipe off the coffee spilled all over his body, he hurriedly stood up, and stammered, "Holding...Sorry, something happened."

The old man frowned, his face darkened instantly, and he said, "Can I think you violated the sacred contract?"

"Ah... dare not, dare not, it's just... just..." Xiao En wiped his face with a handkerchief, groaning secretly in his heart, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "The fighter you reserved was beaten to death in prison So...so, I'm really sorry."

The old man froze for a moment and asked, "Is it a one-on-one unarmed fight?"

"It's a pair of eight, and all eight prisoners are dead." Xiao En said with a mournful face.

The old man's eyes lit up, he clapped his hands, and said, "Since one of them died, let's use this person as a substitute. We will pay the rest. If you cheat the Miranda Chamber of Commerce, you should know what will happen."

"No... no! That prisoner has a special identity." Xiao En shook his head repeatedly and said.

The old man exuded a cold murderous look all over his body, and said word by word: "Are you sure your life is more special than his?"

After some threats, Sean compromised, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief. If the Miranda Chamber of Commerce was standing in front of him, no one would be able to blame him.

The Miranda Chamber of Commerce was founded by the Duchess Miranda. As the richest widow in the inner city, Mrs. Miranda, who is just in her early thirties, is extremely powerful. Even if Victor knew about it, he could only stay away.

When the manager of the Chamber of Commerce saw Lancelow, he really couldn't believe that this handsome "boy" in front of him could erupt such a strong fighting power, but it had nothing to do with him, everything would be judged by the great lady.

Lancelot was blindfolded and wheeled into a cage.With a familiar sense of weightlessness, he knew he should be inside the airship.

A long time passed, and when he opened his eyes, he had already changed to a cell, about fifty square meters.

Snapped!The cell door opened, and the old man in charge walked in. He stood in front of Lancelot with a solemn face, and said slowly: "I know you have a lot of questions, and I can explain them to you slowly. The great Mrs. Miranda will tell anyone the right to choose."

"What do you want? What can I give you?" Lancelot sat cross-legged and said slowly.

It was the first time for the steward to meet such a calm prisoner, he didn't know how to answer the question for a while, and after hesitating for a while, he said, "This is the arena in the inner city, and you appear here as a fighter of the Miranda Chamber of Commerce.

After the initial apocalypse, the Chamber of Commerce appeared with the emergence of the City of Sanctuary. After a period of blood and killing, the Council of Nobles forced the Chamber of Commerce to specify the rules:

After the two sides clashed, the winner was decided through one-on-one hand-to-hand fights between the fighters, and the loser lost the bet.

In order to avoid the loss of human strength, all fighters can only be prisoners below the knight commander.At the same time, for the sake of fairness, the spiritual power of all fighters will be suppressed to the same level. "

"Like a beast in the Colosseum?" Lancelot sneered.

The old man in charge nodded expressionlessly, and said, "If you win the competition in the end, you will be free, and at the same time, there will be a lot of money, enough for you to squander your whole life."

"It seems that the rights of your chamber of commerce are quite strong, deal!" Lancelow said coldly.

"The time for the competition is three days later, you should prepare as soon as possible." The old man in charge took out a contract and asked Lancelow to sign it, then turned and left.

Killing intent flashed in Lancelot's eyes, he glanced at his attributes as quickly as possible, and his heart sank.

"Lancelot: The identity is the head of the Teutonic Knights, the combat power evaluation is 1-S (sealed state, has a super affinity for lightning, 11 points in strength, 11 points in speed, and 11 points in constitution."

Fortunately in misfortune, the electric energy in his body is still there, which also means that he can increase all attributes anytime and anywhere.

In the following time, more than a dozen prisoners came in one after another throughout the cell. All of them were tall and strong, with scars all over their bodies. Among these people, Lancelot was the thinnest existence.

In order to prevent each other from fighting each other, everyone's cage is separated.

Among them was a man nicknamed Tyrannosaurus, who provoked Lancelot in every possible way, and made some obscene gestures from time to time, which made everyone laugh to satisfy his self-esteem.

From the beginning to the end, Lancelot closed his eyes and rested his mind. He should eat and drink, and fell asleep when he was sleepy.

In the early morning of the third day, a group of servants walked into the cell, and Lancelow and others were also released.

"Today is the day for you to fight. In order not to disgust the nobles, you must clean up." The old man in charge said slowly and waved his hand.

Wrist-thick water jets sprayed out from the water guns in the hands of the servants, and all the drowsiness of the fighters disappeared completely. After a while of cursing, they were forced to change into linen clothes.

"Well, very good. Maybe today is your last meal. The great Mrs. Miranda has given you a delicious meal. I hope you will cherish it." The old man in charge clapped his hands.

The table in front of the fighters was quickly filled with food. Each of them had three pieces of white bread, a small bottle of canned fruit, and a braised pig's trotter.

Except for Lancelot, no one had eaten this kind of food before, and everyone couldn't wait to gobble it up, indulging in the deliciousness.

"It's so delicious, so delicious, this is simply the enjoyment of the Supreme God."

"I'm not dreaming, I actually ate a pig, my God!"

"It's worth dying today! It's so delicious."...

Lancelot ate very slowly, and when the rest of the pig's trotters were finished, he still had to take a bite.

The prisoner named Tyrannosaurus threw the bone, turned his head viciously and said, "Give me your pig's trotters, or I will eat people when I'm hungry. Have you ever eaten people? It tastes really good."

Lancelot swallowed the white bread, jumped up suddenly, threw himself on the tyrannosaur's neck, and bit it directly.

"Ah! Killed, killed!" Tyrannosaurus let out a shrill scream, eyes full of horror.

Snapped!Snapped!Several servants beat Lancelot on the back with electric batons and forcibly pulled him away.