Mission 88 The Legend of the Devil Begins

"Of course, but this person is a little strange. His game must be held at night, and the time must be the time he arranged, otherwise he will not participate in the game. If it is arranged during the day, he will abstain directly."

"Oh, this man is really strange." Although Phils said so, he had already guessed that this person is definitely not a human and may have something to do with the demon world.

"The second is a man called Wolf Warriors. His single-handed number is eight. He always learns to call wolves after every battle, so the people here gave him a nickname of Wolf Warriors."

"Hmm." This time, Phils nodded and didn't say anything. After all, human beings are also strong, and he never underestimated human power.

"The third one is a little bad. His name is four people, because his fighting time is basically at dusk, so he gave him such a nickname." After the big man explained and looked at Phils, he also thought about it. At this time, the man in front of him only asked a sentence after hearing the name of the first blood demon. He didn't seem to listen to the two people after that. He didn't know where the unfounded confidence of the guy in front of him came from.

"Then let's talk about the bonus. What's the price?" After thinking for a while, Firth asked the big man. Obviously, the gambling money this time turned into a fight. Although the way to make money had changed, he also wanted to figure out how fast the money was. It was too slow and he left directly.

"I just said that the price will be determined after the first game." The big man did not answer Phils's question directly.

"When will it start?"

"It's okay at any time. The game is going fast, and it's not prime time yet."

"Golden time? Is the bonus gold? Phils is very concerned about this word. If he gives gold, he will fart and wait for the time to take gold and leave.

"Ha ha, friend, are you kidding? This joke is a little cold. Prime time is between 8 o'clock and 12 o'clock. Gold is just a metaphor, understand?" The big man was a little depressed by Phils.

"Ang, don't I understand that?"

"If you don't compete or not, I don't have time to chat with you here. There are still many people waiting for the game." The big man had already used up his patience with Firth and said impatiently, pointing to the people behind Firth.

Phils turned around and was shocked. After a while, there was a long queue. It seems that the fighting bonus here will not be less, otherwise this group of people are not fools. What are they doing in line here?

"Let's arrange the time." Phils looked at the crowd behind and decided to participate in the game. After all, for the sake of money, let's play with these people for a while.

"Okay, take the title of fighting."

"The devil is ready."

The big man took a look at Phils. I don't know if this boy is mentally ill and has such a name.

"Why not?" Phils took a look at the big man and asked.

"Ok, you can wait in the player area in the field first. The broadcast will inform you of your appearance later."

Phils said nothing more and followed a leading person into the player's rest area of the fighting arena waiting for the start of the game.

This time it is just a qualifying match. According to the rules, after the game, it will be ranked according to the speed of Fields' game, so as to open the proportion. Next, the good show will be launched.

Phils didn't understand until he came to this so-called fighter rest area that this TM is also called a rest area? There is not even a place to settle down, and they are all murderous people, holding weapons, and even their eyes looking at people are full of murderous intent.

Phils doesn't care about it. Find a wall and rely on who he loves with his eyes closed.

People are so fearless, especially those who think they are better than others, and they are always provoking others. This stupid B came to Phils and sat down.

"Hey! TM, I don't know what's going on. This hand is itchy and it's uncomfortable to put it anywhere. A blonde man slapped Firth.

"Bang." With a sound, this slap did not hit Phils, but slapped the knife of Soul Chopping.

"Hmm?" Phils was disturbed by this man and looked up at the guy who was provoking him.

"Kit! Your knife has hit me. What do you think you should do? The golden-haired man took a provocative look at Phils.

"Idiot, I'm optimistic that your hand touched my knife. I don't have time to play with your garbage. Get out of here." Although Phils only spoke in a low voice, a murderous intention immediately burst out of his eyes.

"Kid, I don't need you to accompany me. This knife belongs to me." Golden Retriever boldly wanted to reach out for the knife.

"Ha ha, you can take it if you have the ability. Don't blame me for not reminding you. No one cares when you die." Phils looked at the human beings in front of him more interestedly, greedy and rare in the demon world.

"Are you kidding me, when I'm a kid like you? Haha, this knife belongs to me." The golden retriever stretched out his hand to get the soul cut.

"Ah!" Before he could cut his soul, he cut off one of his arms, and blood sprayed on the wall in an instant.

"Waste." Phils got his eyes and cut the golden man in half with a knife, which made everyone around him dumbfounded. What kind of knife is this? Unexpectedly, it will attack automatically? When they were looking at Phils, they didn't know when the knife had been slowly put behind him. At this time, some of their brains immediately thought that it might be the hallucination caused by Phils's move too fast.

"What's going on?" When the golden retriever shouted, it immediately aroused the alert of the guards of the fighting arena. When they arrived, they only saw that the golden retriever had been split in half.

"I tell you again that if you want to duel, you have to fight in the arena. Private duels are not allowed here. If there are any more fouls, they will be disqualified immediately." A leader shouted loudly around.

"I hope you don't make trouble next. The game is about to start, and there is still a three-minute break. You can get ready." After saying that, the little leader left here with someone.

In the remaining three minutes, there was finally no appearance of a fool like the golden retriever, and everyone was still relatively well-behaved.

"Ladies! Gentlemen! Our long-awaited rookie competition is about to begin. Please prepare the money in your hands and check the players. Otherwise, you won't have to play after the game officially starts. A host who didn't know where he came from said something that was not nutritious.

"Go down quickly. You don't have to talk nonsense. If we don't come to gamble, are we still here to pick up girls?"

"Hahaha." The laughter of a group of men sounded.

"Cut! I'm not here to pick up the young man. Let's start quickly."

"Hahaha." Another burst of laughter sounded.

The host didn't expect that these rich people were really difficult to serve. He didn't say a word, and a group of people scolded you. No wonder no one wants to come to this place to host. Just like him, an amateur host, come to such a place to host.

"Okay, since everyone is so eager to see it, I announce the official start of the first round of the game."

"Oh!"

"Good!"

"Sign up quickly!"

The crowd screamed, mixed with whistles, which is a manifestation of the hypocrisy of the rich. They should pretend to be self-restrained in front of people, and there are all kinds of B behind them, both men and women.

"The first game is the warriors against the warriors, and the game officially begins." With the host's words, two people immediately emerged from the iron cage behind him, and a middle-aged man with a similar figure stood in the ring.

"This human is really interesting. Why do middle-aged people come here? No young?" Where did Fils mutter to himself?

"Young man, is this your first time to participate in such a competition?" A man in his thirties immediately said.

"Hmm." Firth didn't say anything more, waiting for the other party to continue.

"Actually, no one wants to come to such a place."

"Then are you still coming?" Phils doesn't understand what's going on.

"Hey, they are all forced. In order to make money, these people all want to make some money on their own bodies and then go back to retire."

"Can we do that in another way? Don't you have to come here to play with your life?"

"No one wants to come here to die, but unfortunately, they can't stand **. 500,000 yuan a game can only be earned by ordinary people for more than ten years or even decades. If they have a good life, they can retire. If their lives are bad, they can only stay here."

"500,000 in a game?" Phils was a little surprised. What is this concept? If there are more than a dozen games, won't you play it?

"Yes, as long as you survive the last game, you can get 500,000, but there are also conditions, that is, if you don't want to continue the game and want to get money, you must stop a person who comes to challenge at this passageway to take away that money." The man told Phils that the money was not easy to take.

"Ang, that's the case. How did you get here?"

"We all signed up, but there are only ten of us, plus the one who just died."

"Oh, I think you are a good person, at least you are still a kind person in your heart. Don't worry, you can definitely get the money and you won't die. Phils can see the fate of human beings at a glance, but he only sees some general fates. For that kind of fate prediction, then you can't look for him. You go to the prophet.

"Oh? Are you a prophet?" The man was suddenly attracted by Phils's topic.

"Well, I know a little bit. Anyway, believe me, you must be right." Firth patted the man on the shoulder. In fact, Firth is injecting a little magic into him, at least it is no problem for him to pass safely in this game.

In fact, there are many kinds of magic injection. If you want to kill the other party, then magic must be evil magic when injected, but the magic that improves combat effectiveness belongs to a kind of magic blessing and does not have any impact on the human body.

"I hope so." The man still doesn't believe Firth's words.

Phils didn't care about him. At least what he should do has been done, and the rest depends on his own pull. He is not an angel. He just prays for blessings when he has nothing to do. He just wants to see what you like, and it's not enough to kill you if you don't like it.

The situation on the field quickly divided the results. The progress of the game was similar to that of the big man. The result was divided in less than five minutes. The guy named Samurai won the game, and the man named Warrior has lost his combat effectiveness and has not died, but it will take some time to recover from his injuries. .