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Chapter 376: 347 Death fight?_2



Whether it was Gong Yan, Gu Lan or Kuang Xin, they were all too conspicuous in such a place, so they all donned disguises.

"You go straight in to compete, we'll wander around and see if we can find a chance to mix into their backstage," Dai Lian made a general plan outside the door.

"Okay." Kuang Xin clenched his fists, and upon hearing those familiar restive tunes, his body had already begun to excite subconsciously.

But on second thought, the few people he was most familiar with in this game would also see his performance on stage, and he felt somewhat resistant.

What should he do if he couldn't completely let himself go?

Before the little thought could even ferment, Kuang Xin's steps had already habitually carried him to the registration desk.

The weird headdress on his head declared his identity, and during the days he had been competing, the idea that "the Gladiator never takes off his mask" had echoed in people's hearts, even spawning many crazy imitators.

But the original and most abstract headdress that belonged uniquely to Kuang Xin, no one dared to imitate.

It had become his personal unique symbol here.

Upon seeing the familiar headdress appear before him, the registration staff immediately perked up, sitting up straight and alert.

"Gladiator sir."

"Hmm~," Kuang Xin, not in the arena, seemed somewhat reticent; in such chaotic situations his "cautious" nature always took the upper hand, now simply nodding briefly with a lift of his chin, "Register."

"Right away!" The staff members nodded and bowed, responding eagerly, then looked up to ask, "Sir, will you be participating in a deathmatch today?"

For every regular and slightly famous Gladiator, as long as they weren't the kind that could explode in anger from one question, the registration staff would casually ask this during the registration.

After all, compared to regular matches that only determine the victor, deathmatches that disregard means and solely decide life or death have better spectatorship, they are more bloody and violent, and they more easily stir up the audience's emotions.

"No..." Kuang Xin habitually wanted to refuse, but as the word reached his lips, he suddenly hesitated.

Today he was here on a mission, and perhaps the deathmatch he had been refusing all along was the real key to starting this mission?

Once away from the others, his keen gamer's instincts as a veteran began to work, his brain whirring at high speed.

After a moment of hesitation, Kuang Xin still cautiously asked, "Do I need to decide now?"

"Not at all, not at all!" The staff member's face was piled with a fawning smile, "You can change your mind anytime before you go on stage, deathmatches have the highest priority."

Whether or not he truly agreed wasn't important; that the Gladiator's attitude softened was what the Colosseum's staff were most eager to see.

Through daily data collection, the management of the Colosseum had their judgments on the personal circumstances of each regular star competitor—

Generally, there were only three kinds of people who came to the Underground Colosseum to compete—those who honed their skills, released their desires, and earned money.
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The Gladiator's strength wasn't great at first, but it was clearly growing rapidly through competition.

At the same time, he wasn't lacking money, having a quite casual attitude towards it.

Violent in battle, yet seemingly restrained in speech and actions at other times.

In summary, he was a warrior who came here to improve his skills while venturing to a certain extent to vent his suppressed desires.

Such a person being moved by the idea of a deathmatch now definitely wasn't for the higher prize money of a deathmatch; it was either to seek more improvement from the battle itself, which is more stimulating, or... it was the craving for slaughter and blood.

Many of the long-term fighters here eventually take this path.

The rampant expectations of all the spectators were like poison slowly seeping into the marrow; rather than say that those who participated in deathmatches were of their own personal will, it was more like they were a collective embodiment of everyone's violent desires.

Now, another powerful warrior had taken his first true step towards ascension under this subtle, long-term influence.

The staff member's face radiated with an enthusiastic red glow, so fiery it was hard to believe, "We haven't had a deathmatch for several days now, the accumulated prize pot is much larger than the prize money of previous deathmatches. If you're willing to participate, we can start promoting you immediately."

Deathmatch participants not only enjoyed a fixed prize, but they also got a share of the betting pool; the more spectators there were, the larger the bets, and the more considerable the winner's monetary reward would be.

Even fighters who weren't short on money cared about the "more than others", a kind of invisible honor.

Money sometimes derives its significance not from itself, but from the emotions it brings about.

"Mobilization?" Kuang Xin muttered to himself.

Another key term.

A grand performance always needs an audience, and mobilization means more spectators.

A duel to the death? Could that be the true heart of activating this mission?

Indeed!

Why else would his lord have had him constantly compete here since so early on?

Bear in mind that not just anyone can participate in a death duel, or rather, not everyone is worthy of the term "mobilization."

Or to put it another way, even if ordinary people wanted to join, they're merely considered expendable fodder, sent to slaughter like pigs.

Only the long-established star contestants have the credentials to be heavily promoted and mobilized by the Colosseum organizers.

In truth, his seniority wasn't all that great, but it was his unique and insane fighting style, and the remarkably swift progress he made in combat, that allowed him to rise rapidly in this Colosseum.

Therefore, the reputation he built in the Colosseum might also be a hidden condition to trigger this mission.

Everything was in his lord's plan!

"I need to consider it further." Even though he was almost certain, the cautious instinct still dominated Kuang Xin's actions under normal circumstances, "If I don't participate in the death duel, how long will it take for me to get into the ring?"

"Currently, there are three matches before yours, my lord," the staff member checked the schedule before giving an accurate answer.

"Then I'll come back later," Kuang Xin turned to leave; he needed to discuss with Dai Lian and the others.

"No problem, my lord! Just keep an eye on the time, my lord!" the staff member called out respectfully from behind.

Normal registered contestants are expected to wait backstage obediently, but those familiar star contestants always have more privileges.

As the staff watched the "Bullfighter's" back disappear into the crowd, the smile on his face immediately faded, and he turned to activate his headset, contacting the person truly in charge of the Colosseum, "Boss, 'Bullfighter' seemed somewhat inclined to join the death duel today..."

"Oh?"

There was silence on the line for a while, as if weighing the pros and cons.

After a moment, the reply came, "Stabilize him, I'll figure something out."

It had been too long since there had been any blood brave enough to serve as a sacrifice...

The last great hope, the "Blood God," who had undergone a meticulously crafted sublime battle, had not been heard from since that event. According to some informal sources from soldiers with whom they had decent relations in certain military camps, it seems the Blood God had unfortunately died in combat on an external mission.

For a master's loyal soldier to die in the material world is not entirely bad news, since being able to return to the master's embrace allows the soldier to feel the master's glory even more.

But the master seemed... not quite "pleased"?

As the master's most loyal servant, he certainly did not dare to speculate upon the master's mood, but judging from the blessings he himself had received, it appeared the master had not been granted any special favor for acquiring the Blood God's soul.

Therefore, he, of course, must work doubly hard.

Yet, unfortunately, the Blood God's battle had killed several of his aces, and recently no particularly promising star contenders had emerged.

The ones he had previously pinned his hopes on, "White Ghost" and "Wild Lion," had not been seen since their battle against each other, leaving him quite troubled.

If things continued like this, his Colosseum's reputation and popularity might be snatched away by the other arenas.

And now, this "Bullfighter," though not the most senior, had quickly attracted a fanatical following owing to his strong and distinctive fighting style.

Using him as the first blood to please the master after such a long interval might be a good idea?


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