Ultimate Devouring Evolution

Zhang Fan has read many books before, and has a certain understanding of blood core.

Whether it is a human fighter, a zombie or a monster, there are certain degree of micro blood clots in the blood vessels of the brain.

However, because of their strong strength, energy occasionally flows through their bodies.

Under the flushing of these energies, these blood clots will be brought under the cerebral cortex.

Over time, more and more blood clots will coagulate into blood nuclei.

As a result, after hundreds of years of research, people have not found that the blood core has any effect.

And because warriors, zombies, and monsters all have blood cores in their brains, there is no such thing as rare things that are more expensive.

So the blood core is actually very cheap.

There are even children from rich families who play with blood cores as toys.

Therefore, when Zhang Fan said that as long as the blood core was needed, the person in charge looked at him like an idiot.

No matter what is on zombies and monsters, it is probably more valuable than blood cores.

But you just want the cheapest blood core, what is it if you are not an idiot?

Zhang Fan felt secretly refreshed.

What you think is the cheapest thing is a treasure to me.

He immediately said: "I sign up."

The registration procedure is very simple, just report a nickname and grade.

Zhang Fan thought for a while and said, "My nickname should be Shadow Blade. My level is a level 6 quasi-warrior."

Hearing this, the person in charge of signing up gave Zhang Fan a slightly surprised look.

This guy looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he has already reached level 6 quasi-warrior.

This cultivation speed is too fast, right?

After a while, he suppressed the surprise in his heart and recorded the information.

Then he called a young man over and said, "Take him to the gladiator lounge, and tell him the rules at the same time."

The young man took Zhang Fan along and said as he walked, "After becoming a gladiator, you are not allowed to leave the arena for the first ten days. Unless you can win more than ten games in these ten days. But for ordinary newcomers, within ten days, there is no It is impossible to win ten games, at most five or six. After all, gladiators are facing ferocious monsters and high-level zombies."

Zhang Fan nodded.

Now that he's here, he doesn't intend to leave too soon.

The young man went on to say: "Newcomers must have at least one wrestling fight every three days, and each wrestling fight will give you a commission of 2,000 yuan."

Zhang Fan understood. It seemed that the maximum commission of 50,000 yuan mentioned at the door was very difficult to achieve.

After all, you can only raise 2,000 for one win, and 50,000 for 25 wins.

Ordinary rookies, how can they have the energy to fight twenty-five times a month?

"If you lose, will there be no commission? Less will do."

Zhang Fan asked.

The young man stopped in his tracks and looked back at Zhang Fan.

After a while, he said coldly: "If you lose, you will die."

Zhang Fan could only smile wryly.

The arena is also a bit too cruel.

However, human potential can only be unleashed in a cruel environment.

Maybe my sword-drawing cut, which I haven't broken through for a long time, can break through to great success in one fell swoop under the pressure of life and death in this arena.

Soon, Zhang Fan was taken to his lounge.

In the arena, each gladiator has a single lounge.

Zhang Fan looked around, and there was only a bed and a 3D projection device inside.

In the projection, a live gladiatorial fight is being broadcast live.

I saw a quasi-warrior, who was rushed by a monster and bit off half of his head in one bite.

The audience present gasped in surprise.

But then there was applause.

What they like is blood and excitement.

In fact, to be honest, many people come to see a gladiator, not to see a gladiator kill zombies and monsters, but to see a gladiator,

How it was torn into pieces, how the intestines spilled all over the floor.

For them, this kind of sensory stimulation is a kind of enjoyment.

Zhang Fan stared at the 3D projection for a while, but ignored it.

Then began to practice drawing swords and chopping.

The young man was surprised again.

Ordinary people, seeing this kind of scene for the first time, would be scared to death.

Unless they are the kind of old guys who have experienced in the wild, they will be calm.

Unexpectedly, this seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, seeing such a scene, would not change his face or heartbeat, and even his eyes would not change in the slightest.

It seems that this kid is not simple.

How did he know that Zhang Fan was more than simple.

Crawling out from the pile of dead people and zombies, I have never seen any scene before.

Such a small scene just wanted to scare Zhang Fan, what a joke.

The young man took one last look at Zhang Fan and said, "Get ready, we will arrange your first gladiatorial fight this afternoon."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door and backed out.

There was a trace of excitement in Zhang Fan's heart.

Since the last breakthrough, it has been a long time since he ate a blood core.

The stomach has begun to feel a little hungry.

He could only keep practicing drawing his sword to divert his attention.

I don't know how long I practiced, the door opened.

The young man who led the way came out again and said, "Shadow Blade, it's your turn to play."

Zhang Fan nodded, immediately put away the shadow blade, and went out with the young man.

Go straight along the passage.

In the rooms on both sides of the passage, there are also some gladiators.

These gladiators have obviously been here for a long time.

When they saw Zhang Fan, a pure newcomer, they all smiled maliciously.

"Rookie, don't pee your pants."

"This guy looks like he has no strength to restrain a chicken. I don't know why he can't think about it, but he ran to the Colosseum to seek death."

"Why did someone's child come here? Your mother should cry to death later."

"What a poor guy. In a few minutes, he will turn into a pile of rotten meat and be dragged out to feed zombies."

"The audience at the scene are really lucky, and they can see the scene of monsters tearing people alive again."

The young man leading the way heard the ridicule and threats from these people, thinking that the Shadow Blade would at least be frightened.

But when he turned his head, he found that this guy looked normal, as if he didn't hear it.

I was surprised three times in my heart.

He became more and more sure that this guy was not simple.

Zhang Fan naturally ignored those gladiators.

What he experienced in the 301 laboratory was something that these gladiators would never experience in their lifetime.

There's no need for him to argue with these ignorant guys.

Finally, we came to the entrance.

At the entrance, there are many cold weapons.

There are knives and guns, sticks and clubs.

The young man said to Zhang Fan, "Choose a weapon."

Zhang Fan said calmly, "No, I have."

The young man ignored it.

At this time, the hour hand pointed to four o'clock in the afternoon.

The high-pitched voice of the DJ sounded at the scene: "Now, let's invite the newcomer gladiator, Shadow—Blade—"

The iron gate at the entrance slowly rose.

Zhang Fan walked out.

Looking around, I saw that the surrounding stands were full of people.

There may be tens of thousands of spectators in total.

And these audiences were all excited when they saw the novice Shadow Blade, shouting in unison:

"Tear people alive—"

"Tear people alive—"

"Tear people alive—"

[Thanks to the 100 reward from the iron-blooded one next door. 】