[Quick Transmigration] I sleep for 100 years

Feeling the all-too-familiar fluctuations in the body, Caesar smiled a little.

Sure enough, it was a surprise.

When he was in the second district before, he wondered why there were trading shops, but no one was selling space.

If this world does not allow the existence of space, then why the space he carried was not taken away by the patrol team. You must know that space can be said to be the second life of its owner, and even more so.

It's not fair to other people who don't have space, although it's ridiculous to call it fair here.

And these questions are answered here.

The space of the arena is filled with an extremely pleasant aura, and Caesar doesn't need to look specifically to feel the active elements in the air that express intimacy with him.

People without the support of aura can only exert one-third of their strength at best. In the first and second districts, their fights rely more on their own talent or fighting skills, so they came to the third district after many fights. It can be said that the physical quality of the people has been sufficiently tempered to a certain extent.

And now unblocking the spiritual power is like adding wings to a tiger.

If they were in the world of the main gods, these would be their valuable employees, but in this broken world, they are just some bugs, and there are only two paths, either to swallow everything and become the Gu king, or to fail and become a victim.

"This really makes people want to destroy it." Caesar said softly.

Most awakened people are sensitive to five senses. Even though Caesar's voice sounded like he was muttering to himself, his opponent heard his words verbatim, and then frowned slightly.

The overwhelming coercion was clearly aimed at Caesar, and the smile on Caesar's lips did not weaken, and even deepened, but it had no temperature, as cold as water.

No matter whether the opponent is assimilated by the world or not, as long as he stands on this field at the same time, there can only be one ending—death.

"I'm sorry." Caesar apologized softly in the opponent's ear, and the next moment his hand took out his soul without hesitation.

Ah, another mass of souls without blackness, nice.Caesar looked at the ball of light in his hand and smiled nonchalantly. With a light grip, the ball of light in his hand instantly turned into bits of broken light and dissipated in the air.

Si Fanqing put the light group on the shelf, and told him the number: [8906. 】The inorganic electronic female voice sounded at the same time: "The winner of this competition is Party B 666, the number of victories is 99 games, and there are [-] games left before the eighth level."

"Does 666 choose to continue fighting?"

Caesar replied: "Yes."

Soon, wait a little longer, and he will be able to make them truly free.

Even if the bearded man I met today disliked Caesar's handsome face after learning that he was a man, most people are visual animals. When Caesar killed his opponent and crushed his soul, no one Accused him of being cruel, because if they did it, it might be a more cruel way, instead of swallowing the other party, but letting him return to the world, in their view, this 666 is somewhat benevolent.

Those who can break into the third district are definitely not idiots, but when they caught the faint smile on Caesar's lips when he crushed his soul, there was still a commotion in the auditorium.Some people who are obsessed with sex even have an idea immediately - they want to collect souls for this person and let him play with them, as long as he can smile at him like this.

After unlocking the aura and elements, the Awakened's tricks are naturally more varied than before, but they are still not Caesar's opponent.As Caesar fought one after another, those who had thought about it put away their thoughts for the time being, and focused on every movement of Caesar with all their attention.

tricky.

It was the unifying reaction of Caesar's opponents and audience.

Although sometimes it seems that Caesar is in a hard fight, but he can always unexpectedly come up with another completely different method to turn defeat into victory.

Someone with a heart specially recorded Caesar's time for each competition.

an hour.

No matter how difficult the opponent is, Caesar can solve it within an hour.

If it is in the first and second districts, this time is normal, but the use of aura and elements is allowed here, and it is common for them to fight for three days and three nights when they meet a well-matched opponent.

But Caesar is not, every trace of aura in his body seems to be perfectly and exquisitely controlled by him, his moves never fail, even if he misses the position he wants, he always causes the opponent to suffer some minor injuries by the way.

666's glamorous face always carries a slight smile, but if you look carefully, you will find that those eyes with upturned tails are peaceful, locked tightly on his opponent, but Emotionless, like a perfect machine carrying out orders to kill.

Who is he?

Obviously knowing that this world doesn't pursue people's past, or even ask about the illusory future, but now sitting on the audience stage of the arena led by 666, someone couldn't help asking in their hearts.

They asked themselves that they had seen all kinds of worlds and met all kinds of people, so they naturally knew the nature of this world clearly in their hearts, and it was nothing more than refining Gu.

This method is not unique, but the level of these selected bugs is much higher, and 666 seems to be a killer who has also experienced success in this mode.

However, this is not the same.

How can people from those worlds compare to the awakened or even the maintainers.

But looking at this person's posture, there is no such difference. He is like a shadow lurking in the dark night, never letting go of any opportunity, and never missing any opportunity.

The vase is not terrible, what is terrible is the strength proportional to his appearance.

Caesar was unaware of the shock in the hearts of everyone in the auditorium. After feeling that his body had reached the limit, he left the arena.

The strong and beautiful beauty in red, Caesar's "fame" quickly spread in the third district, and the audience in the arena area where he was located was getting more and more.

When I returned to the villa that day, it happened that the bearded man also came back from the opposite road and nodded to him as a greeting.

Caesar habitually raised the corners of his mouth and returned a smile.

The bearded figure froze, and when he turned his head away, he still couldn't help muttering: "Why is he a man?"

Caesar: "..."

In the past few days, every time he met the other party intentionally or unintentionally, he always had this attitude. If he didn't know that the beard treated his other neighbor the same way, he would have thought that the beard was aimed at him.

There are a total of five villas in their row. Unfortunately, the beard is in the middle, and the four villas on the left and right sides are all men. Caesar and another neighbor in the inner are still thinner than the beard and handsome. Yes, it's no wonder bearded bearded women who love big breasts and buttocks are so dissatisfied.

But speaking of another neighbor, Caesar glanced in the direction of the bearded side.

That neighbor was elusive, and seemed to be a combat madman. He was on par with 14444 in the first district. Caesar only bumped into him occasionally before going out a few days ago.

In all fairness, that person's appearance is indeed in line with the boyish face that the bearded man said, but he has no impression of that face, and it should be an awakened person.He should find a chance to meet this man for a while.

Caesar swiped his card and opened the door, and when he stepped on the floor of the house, he paused.

【Nishizawa. 】Si Fanqing's voice was rare and serious.

Caesar hummed in his heart, and closed the door with his hands behind his back. He turned on the ceiling light switch at the entrance, looked at the empty living room, and smiled with a smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes: "Your Excellency, please I'm afraid it's not polite to enter."