Abyss Player

The crimson light flashed, and everyone saw Shen Ke slowly returning the long knife to its sheath, and the young swordsman who took the lead was neatly divided into two and fell from midair.

Blood rained.

"Hi~"

Not only was Ah T stunned, but even the audience fell into a strange silence.

They glanced at each other, seemingly a little overwhelmed.

Especially the werewolf who laughed at Shen Ke the most, was tearing the hair on his chest in large quantities, and seemed to want to prove that he was dreaming through the pain.

"As expected of a soldier from the Abyss Legion, my friends, let us cheer for the winner!!!"

Ah T's face was shaking, and his huge bull's eyes were full of excitement.

He is not like these audiences who are stupid and rich, who have colored glasses for the Abyss Legion.

【Win the gladiatorial battle, the player gets 1 point, the current total points: 1. 】

When the prompt appeared, Shen Ke slowly stepped up and walked towards the half body of the young swordsman.

At this time, the audience, who had gradually slowed down, looked at Shen Ke's movements with doubts on their faces.

"What does he want to do? Want to abuse S? It's so perverted, I like it so much!"

"I don't know, but his sword is so fast, he can be called a master of swordsmanship in our plane."

"So strong! I can't beat him. Could it be that the abyss clan who used to like to fight is coming back?"

Seeing Shen Ke win the battle cleanly, part of the audience has changed their impression of him.

After all, the strong are respected, and the truth is the same in any plane.

The whispers of the audience in the audience did not affect Shen Ke. He walked up to the body of the young swordsman, with a smile on his lips, and slightly cupped his hands:

"Forgot to introduce, Abyss Legion—Azu!"

Chapter 142 The Old Abyss

"Now I announce that the winner of this gladiatorial battle is... Azu from the Abyss Legion!!"

Following Ah T's passionate tenor voice, Shen Ke turned into a white light and disappeared from the ring.

The werewolf on the audience stage slumped on his seat in a daze, muttering to himself: "No, I'm going back and telling my clansmen...those demons are back."

……

When Shen Ke regained consciousness, he had already entered a luxuriously decorated room.

Whether it is furniture or various decorations, you can tell that it is extremely precious at a glance.

The safe house that I spent more than [-] credits in the abyss to decorate is like a doghouse compared to this place.

"Hello, my lord, I am the maid of the Bronze Rank Arena, and also your exclusive maid. Please let me know if you have any needs."

A soft voice sounded, Shen Ke looked back, and saw a woman with a good figure, wearing a white maid outfit, who looked exactly like Kurosawa Zhiling, standing behind him with a respectful expression on her face.

"Where is this?"

Shen Ke frowned, he didn't really like the feeling of teleportation.

Especially this kind of unprepared teleportation, because it makes him feel like a helpless puppet, being manipulated at will by an invisible hand.

Hearing Shen Ke's question, the maid explained softly: "This is the adult's rest room, and I will return here after each battle. During the gladiatorial period, all the living expenses of the adult will be borne by the organizer."

"It seems that this is the first time for your lord to participate in a multi-dimensional gladiatorial fight. Your lord has just fought a battle. You must be a little tired. Why don't you sit down and rest for a while, and let me introduce you to you?"

Shen Ke followed the maid's suggestion and sat on the wide chair with golden nanmu armrests next to her.

It's not that I'm tired, after all, fighting with that young swordsman from the plane of Arad was pleasant and relaxing.

Shen Ke has never seen such a stupid person, jumping into mid-air to release skills without any defense mechanism, there is really no other benefit except to die faster.

It's just because if he is standing, his eyes will unconsciously look at a certain part of the maid, although the maid is intentionally or unintentionally puffing out her chest and retracting her abdomen, with an appearance of letting you pick.

But Shen Ke didn't have any other thoughts other than dizziness. That's right, even Shen Ke himself didn't know when he got into the bad habit of dizziness.

"My lord, in the rest room, you can watch the ongoing gladiatorial fight, and at the same time you can play two games. You only need to meditate and spend a lot of money to participate..."

The voice of the maid is very gentle and sweet, which is the type most men like.

After her introduction, Shen Ke finally had a preliminary understanding of this so-called multi-dimensional arena.

It turns out that there are several levels of multi-plane arenas, such as the one that Shen Ke is currently participating in, which is the lowest level of bronze arenas.

The arena is co-organized by a number of families or individuals with strong financial resources. These undertakers either have unparalleled strength, or have the wealth of one or more planes.

And the contestants who represent their own ranks to participate in the gladiatorial battle are responsible for winning the championship.

Because after the gladiatorial battle is over, the arena will give rich resource rewards to the planes according to the ranking of the top three.

Hearing this, Shen Ke suddenly interrupted the maid, and asked, "By the way, can I ask you a question."

"Sir, please speak."

"How much do you know about the abyss plane we are in?"

Hearing Shen Ke's words, the maid was startled, as if she didn't expect him to ask this question.