Fantasy World Transmigration

Standing in the center of the fighting arena, Chen Ang naturally came to the place where the lights are most concentrated. From left to right, he slowly scanned the entire stand. His gaze stayed on the alloy steel structure protecting the stand for a moment. The corner of the mouth suddenly reveals a trace~щww~~lā

Ignoring those transforming beasts that were vigilantly circling him, Chen Ang's voice resounded through the entire fighting arena gently and firmly.

“I love this place!”

The cheers all around paused insignificantly. The audience in the stands never expected to hear this sentence. What they want to see is the pain, pleading, and despair of fighting for boxers and gladiators. What they want to experience It's the sense of superiority, not someone standing there and saying: I like this place.

The atmosphere became a little weird for a while.

Until the clown laughed out loud, he shouted excitedly to the surroundings: "What did I hear? He said he liked this place... oh! I like you too. Hope you will always like this place, ha! The audience likes you too ..." There were screams and applause from around, and the clown shouted to the stands behind him: "Let us give him a small gift, and hope that he will live so optimistically forever!"

"Sir, what's your name?" The clown asked on the stage.

Chen Ang waved his hands around: "You can call me Adam!"

"Adam! Son of God Adam, King of Man Adam, Brave Adam, let us cheer for Adam!" The clown clapped excitedly and asked, "Then Adam, why do you like this place?"

"You stand at my place and look over..." Chen Ang pointed to the surrounding stands, and used his fingers to trace the shape of the protective net that wrapped the stands: "Do you think they are like a group of idiots locked in a cage? , where we are located is the most central and most powerful place on the stage, just like the judging seat of a court."

"When they can see here clearly, standing here, they can see them most clearly. If you regard this as an arena, there is a grandstand, but if you regard this as a grandstand..."

"That's the arena!" The clown said the following words for him.

He proudly raised the classical long-stem microphone in his hand, pointed to Chen Ang's head, he made a gesture to the surrounding stands, and the overwhelming laughter almost turned the entire arena upside down.

The clown said in an exaggerated tone of exclamation: "I'm sorry! We've got a funny gladiator who thinks he's a king, and I'm his funny jester, and you're all rubbish."

"Then Your Majesty the King!" The clown stood in front of Chen Ang, twisting his butt funnyly: "Please show your power!"

While the clown was talking, Chen Ang had been retying the white bandage on his right hand. Seeing the nervous, painted face covered in inferior oil paint that the clown approached in front of his eyes, Chen Ang stretched out five fingers and squeezed a fist in front of the clown's face. .

The audience around was excited. Although the clown's performance was exaggerated and nervous when hosting the fight, few people didn't know how terrible he was. In the death fight, the clown had an important task - to execute those gladiators who violated the rules.

And he never missed one.

In fact, everyone admits that the clown is one of the scariest characters in the city, and he is also a power figure in this death fighting arena, and hosting is more of a hobby of his.

Everyone held their breath,

Waiting for the opening show presented by the clown-the bloody opening show.

The smile on Chen Ang's face disappeared at some point. Now his face is very calm, and he bulged up the knuckles of his fist. The magnetized cells and bones made the rough fingers far harder than ordinary alloys, just like It's like wearing a pair of vibrating knuckles. A roar burst out from Chen Ang's dantian.

Stepping forward amid the roar, the whole body twisted like a spinning top, releasing the strength accumulated in the muscles, and roared out a straight fist. Before the clown could react, he was punched in the face, his flesh was ripped apart, and half of his cheekbones exploded into pieces. Stubble splashes.

The clown's body whirled in mid-air, and fell heavily on the guardrail wall surrounding the stands. Half of his skull was smashed, and his body twitched and couldn't stop bouncing.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." Chen Ang sighed, "It's just that your posture is too cheap, I think it's easy, so I..." Chen Ang made an apologetic gesture.

"Fack—"

Suddenly someone shouted in the stands, and then the entire fighting arena exploded.

"Did he kill the clown?"

"Is this the new opening show?"

"The Joker must be somewhere else, that's a new show."

The sound boiled violently, like a cauldron that exploded, someone leaned over the guardrail and pulled the clown's body, and then a more violent panic broke out, even the few 'distinguished guests' sitting on the highest platform couldn't sit still. The standing waiter whispered.

Soon, a few tough-looking thugs rushed up. They first checked the situation of the clown, and then surrounded Chen Ang faintly.

"You trash! Hello!" Chen Ang smiled and waved around: "Everyone, please be quiet! Listen to me."

Although his voice clearly rang in everyone's ears, the atmosphere at the scene only became more and more intense. Everyone was talking fiercely, and the scene was in an uproar. Someone shouted loudly: "Let the clown out!"

Some people wanted to leave, and some people screamed excitedly.

Several thugs came forward dodgingly, trying to subdue Chen Ang, they cautiously threatened: "Boy, you got into trouble, you know..." With a pop, his head and spine rushed upwards quickly. Chen Ang tore apart the bodies of everyone in front of him with ease, like tearing apart a piece of paper.

Then he threw the exploded flesh and blood to the stands, and the blood wiped down, followed by Chen Ang's thunderous roar.

"I tell you to be quiet!" Under the powerful momentum, everyone consciously closed their mouths.

Chen Ang glanced at the stage indifferently, until he lost his voice immediately where his eyes passed, and then he said: "Everyone, bastards, scumbags, I have seen enough of bullying the weak. I need something fresher, crazier, to stimulate the monster I'm looking for - let's play a game!"

"I'm the audience and all of you are the performers."

"Please use your blood, ugliness, sex and life to please me, and cooperate with me to complete this game!"

Chen Ang raised his hands and pressed down slightly. All the metals on the scene twisted and moved like a chain reaction. The guardrails protecting the stands began to twist and become entangled. Those hard alloys blocked the stands like vines. The simpler, stronger alloy door was locked, and there was no exit except the side facing Chen Ang.

"The first item in the game is called Revenge!"

"I invite our two guests, the murderous judge of darkness—the Punisher, and the bright hero in the night—Daredevil..." Chen Ang let go of the blood-soaked cloth while speaking. He gently shook off the blood stains on his hands, and some salty liquid fell on the clown's face at his feet.

"I'm Adam..."