Ultimate Devouring Evolution

While the other clones were eating meat and mocking Zhang Fan, one clone, like Zhang Fan, sent the plate out of the gap.

This is exactly the friendly clone in the room to Zhang Fan's left.

This surprised Zhang Fan a little.

The clone was also obviously surprised, looked at Zhang Fan, and said, "You don't even eat human* flesh?"

Zhang Fan nodded.

The clone was overjoyed, as if it had found a confidant.

"I thought I was the only one who made it through, I didn't expect there were others. It's great to meet another person who doesn't eat *human flesh!"

The other clones sneered: "Even if you survive from below, can you survive another 28 days?"

"Even if you don't eat or drink, you can live for 28 days. When it comes to the chaos, do you still have the strength?"

"Will it not be the meat on the chopping board, waiting to be chopped up and eaten?"

The friendly clone said to Zhang Fan: "Don't pay attention to them. After all, we are human beings, how can we eat the same kind of meat? Since we can persist from below, then we can persist until after the chaos. Trust me!"

Zhang Fan hadn't spoken to anyone for more than 20 days.

For more than twenty days, he has come here almost in despair and struggle.

Now that I can hear such heartwarming words suddenly, I can't help being touched in my heart.

Nodding heavily: "Yes."

To distract himself, he put on his helmet and goggles again.

The scene in front of me was once again transferred to the stone room of the Colosseum.

He resisted the hunger constantly coming from his belly, and began to practice drawing his sword.

Such a diversion of attention really worked.

The hunger in his stomach has weakened a lot.

He takes a short break every few hours of practice.

If it is an ordinary person, it is impossible to bear such a great intensity and such a boring practice.

However, in order for Zhang Fan to get out alive after the chaos, he could only grit his teeth and persist.

This persistence lasted for more than ten days.

In the past ten days, he has felt hungry many times.

But he kept hinting to himself that after eating so many blood beads before, the energy inside was enough for him to live for a long time.

This hunger is nothing more than a habitual signal from my stomach.

Sure enough, such psychological hints are still effective.

His hunger was fading away, and his body didn't get too weak with the passage of time.

After more than ten days of practice, his sword drawing has also made great progress.

When he first started practicing, every time he drew his sword, afterimages would appear.

But now, he was so close that even afterimages would not appear.

Every time you draw the knife, you can't see what he does at all, you just feel that his right arm seems to move.

There were two sounds at the same time, and he had already completed the action of drawing and retracting the knife.

Tachibana Ukyo said to Zhang Fan: "The afterimage disappears, which shows that you have achieved a small success in drawing the sword and chopping."

"Then...to what extent is it considered a great achievement?"

Zhang Fan asked.

"When you are almost at the point where the sound of drawing the knife and withdrawing the knife coincides, and it sounds like a single sound, it will be considered a great achievement."

Zhang Fan looked firm and said, "It seems that I am still far behind. I will continue to practice."

After speaking, Zhang Fan planned to practice again.

But Tachibana Ukyo shook his head at this time and stopped him.

"It's a long process from small to big, and it needs years of practice. Now that you've reached small success, the first stage of teaching is over, and it's time to enter the next stage—actual combat."

Zhang Fan couldn't help being excited when he heard this.

Although he tried his best to practice for more than 20 days, he couldn't help but feel bored.

Now it has finally reached a small success,

He also wanted to try his own power of drawing a sword and slashing.

Tachibana Ukyo continued: "In the actual combat stage, as long as you can use the sword to slash, in the Colosseum below, if you win 100 games in a row, you will pass."

Winning a hundred games in a row?

This number sounds scary, but Zhang Fan thinks that with the speed at which he draws his sword, it is no problem to win a dozen or so games in a row.

After a little practice, winning a hundred games in a row is not a big deal.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan nodded immediately.

As soon as he nodded, the scene in front of him changed, and he had already appeared in the Colosseum.

A huge circular venue, layers of stands, tens of thousands of crazy spectators.

All this is so real.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but rubbed the sand under his feet with his feet, then squatted down and twisted it with his hands.

The sand blows gently with the wind.

Indeed, the scene couldn't have been more realistic.

Compared with the scenes of those games that featured graphics like "Naishuihan" that I played before, they are simply child's play.

Above the Colosseum, a very provocative voice came.

"Next is our rookie, Zhang Fan. He will challenge the 100-match winning streak..."

The voice hadn't finished speaking yet, booing immediately broke out.

"Tch, a newcomer wants to challenge a 100-match winning streak, I'm overwhelmed!"

"Is he going crazy?"

"This kid is a novice, and he doesn't know how powerful the gladiators in our Colosseum are."

"It's been a long time since I saw a newcomer being tortured and killed. Today is a blessing."

...

The taunts from these people were heard clearly in Zhang Fan's ears, making him angry.

Just imagine how terrifying it would be if the ridicule from more than 10,000 people flowed into your ears like a torrent.

However, Zhang Fan has experienced so much, and his resolve has become very firm.

And he knew that this was just a mocking sound deliberately made by the virtual world to stimulate the practitioners.

So he ignored the taunts and joined the two shadow blades together.

This is longer, has a greater attack range, and is more powerful.

After doing this, he concentrated on looking at the opposite exit.

The extremely provocative voice sounded again.

"The opponent in the first game is the black tiger who has won 32 games in a row—"

"coax--"

As soon as the sound fell, there was an uproar at the scene.

"This guy will die if he meets a black tiger."

"Black Tiger, he only loves to kill newcomers."

"Although Black Tiger is also a rookie, he has only played 32 games. But with a winning streak of 32 games, this kid is waiting to die."

"Besides the two strong players in the Colosseum, Black Tiger is the first to achieve 30 consecutive victories. Moreover, Black Tiger's methods are extremely brutal, especially when it comes to rookies, it is often brutal."

"This kid is too pitiful. He met a black tiger when he first arrived. It's so miserable. But... I like it, hahahaha..."

Amidst the taunts of these people, a person came from the opposite entrance.

This man was of black race, extremely strong, and was two meters tall.

He looks extremely vicious, with a blood-red "king" tattooed on the top of his head.

As soon as he came out, he beat his chest with his fist and roared to the sky: "Roar——"

What came out of his throat turned out to be a tiger roar.

Accompanied by the roar of the tiger, the audience boiled again.

The very provocative voice said: "Listen, the black tiger has declared war. His voice is still so mighty and domineering..."

Before he finished speaking, the black tiger suddenly became violent and rushed towards Zhang Fan.

On his face, the expression was so joyful, like a beast seeing its prey.

When he was running, his footsteps were so domineering: Boom—boom—boom—

The ground trembled.

A few seconds later, he came in front of Zhang Fan, waved his huge fist, and slammed at Zhang Fan, yelling: "Novice, try my fist..."

Chichi——

There were two saber sounds.

Before the black tiger finished speaking, it suddenly stopped, motionless.

After a while, boom——

Like a wall, it crashed to the ground.

The entire Colosseum was instantly silent...