Chapter 88 Metal J-258
"Qin Yong."
"I didn't expect to see him here now--"
Chen Qinghe looked at the human slaves escorted by the demon warriors under the arena, and a rare surprise appeared in his heart. Part of his memory quietly emerged because of the appearance of the man.
The man with several scab wounds on his face from his arms to his knees may still be unknown, but in the future he will definitely be the strongest on the earth.
Just like the black wood order encountered in Baihai City, this person's potential is also extraordinary. His ability is called "absolute cutting". Whether it is a tangible object or pure energy, it can produce a cutting effect.
Especially because there is only one long sword in the weapon all year round, and there is also the title of "Sword King".
"Achia."
The demon Anlun took a sip of timidity, and Chen Qinghe, who was sitting next to it, could smell the strong blood.
Huh?
Chen Qinghe looked at the demon Anlun.
"This human is within a week of being captured."
"There are 50 performances in total. No matter how many opponents there are or what kind of monster he is, he can survive with only a epee in an hour." The demon Anlun shook the goblet gently, and it looked at Qin Yong's eyes under the arena with appreciation.
Chen Qinghe listened quietly.
Qin Yong in the arena took the human-high heavy sword from the devil's hand. His face was expressionless. He waved the air with his sword a few times, making a 'hulong' and 'hulong' sound.
"That shackle is--"
Chen Qinghe's eyes condensed and fixed on Qin's flings. This pair of flings is different from ordinary black iron metal, but dark blue with some regular lines.
If he is not mistaken, the material used in this fling is J-258 metal, which is a high-strength metal that can be used to make cut weapons and equipment, and even small and medium-sized aircraft.
Even if it is a small laser weapon, it only leaves some limited traces on the surface of this metal.
Qin Yong's freedom was restricted by such shackles. No wonder the devil is so relieved that he still regards him as a dispensable plaything.
"He hasn't lost anything so far."
Devil Anlun looked sideways at Chen Qinghe and said, "Achia, aren't you interested in playing?"
Injection?
Chen Qinghe shook his head slightly.
The large face value currency of the demon world is called blue gold, which is about one hundred yuan in the end of the world. In terms of this small glass of bloody red wine mixed with human blood in his hand, it is worth about three pieces of blue gold, which is equivalent to the income of demon civilians working in the dark area (demon factory) for a month.
Although Akia, whom he disguised, left a sum of blue gold in his residence, that little money was not enough for his incubation in the dark area (Demon Factory).
"Oh, that's a pity."
The demon An Lun shook his head slightly and focused on Qin Yong below.
The slave arena is also open to demon civilians. It is as full of taverns every day. In the minds of most demons, gambling is second only to drinking.
"This Qin Yong appears here."
"That must have been received from the executive officer of Longshan Cemetery. However, he lurked into the dark area (Demon Factory) by being captured by demons. Chen Qinghe stared at Qin Yong, who was standing in the middle of the arena and had finished the preparation activities, waiting for his opponent to appear.
Lurking into the dark area (Demon Factory). In addition to him replacing a demon like this, there are also methods like Qin Yong who are deliberately captured and lurking as human slaves. Of course, there are also evolutionists who openly sneak into the dark area with the particularity of their personal abilities (demon worker). Factory).
However, every evolutionist will choose the most suitable personal latent method, and there is no best choice but whether it is suitable or not.
At this moment, the cold wind in the center of the arena is blowing sand and dust.
The demon warrior who escorted Qin has retreated, and the devil's crazy howl echoed over the whole slave arena. The word 'Qin' is the only voice on the scene.
The demons pray for the arrival of the fifty-first victory.
The reason is naturally for the odds of the casino to win a lot of blue gold through Qin Yong.
"Here we go."
Chen Qinghe looked at Qin on the other side.
- swung.
The child-sized iron lock was opened by an ugly demon with a fat and big belly. The five-meter-high black iron door stained with blood and dirt was opened under the creaking sound of the door shaft.
A human-shaped shadow slowly extended from the door, followed by an earth-shaking roar.
"Roar!!!"
This beast-like roar even overwhelmed the howls of demons in the whole slave arena.
The slave arena suddenly became quiet.
"Akros!"
"This human opponent is actually this kind of monster."
"It's over, it's over... I'm sure I'll lose this time."
"No matter how strong human beings are, they can't win this kind of monster!!"
"No wonder the odds of the slave arena made like this, those insidious arena supervisors!"
"My family's house is all on human beings this time!!"
"..."
Seeing the "black shadow" gradually coming out of the iron prison below, the demons in the stand of the slave arena scolded excitedly.
Dong, Dong.
The shadow completely entered the arena, and the ground trembled as it trampled.
"Oh~"
The demon Anlun looked at Chen Qinghe and said, "Achia, is it right to ask you to stay?"
"Yes, my lord."
"This human slave who can survive 50 immortals must be a wonderful performance with this mixed mutant blood bat and the alien descendants of the ancient leather giant fighting with each other."
Chen Qinghe put down his glass and looked at the center of the arena.
Qin Yong, who is less than 1.75 meters tall, is as small and fragile as a newborn baby in front of "Akros" who is nearly ten meters tall.
The devil's word "Akerros", the last word "Ross" means giant, and the "Aker" in the front means blood.
"Roar!!"
The blood giant has a thick black hair with drooping waist, and its eyes are like the eyes of a winged hand. Its skin is rough blood, and its upper body is covered with explosive muscles, which almost bursts the dark animal skin clothes.
It holds a pure iron mace with half its size in its hand, which is covered with countless blunt thorns. As long as it hits Qin Yong, it can smash him into a pool of mud.
Qin raised his epee with one arm. In the face of such a horrible monster, there was no strange expression on his ordinary face, and his black eyes did not fluctuate.
He held a heavy sword and took a step.
"Roar!!"
The blood giant's eyes flashed with tyrannical light, holding a mace and smashed it again.
A mace more than three meters long, such as a hill pressing to Qin.
Boom.
The mace smashed the ground, the cement floor cracked, the soil splashed everywhere, and the smoke flew up.
"Kill!"
"Kill, kill, kill!!"
The slave arena is completely boiling with the opening of this performance. No matter how the fight is not optimistic, the performance of 50 dead human slaves is worth their expectation.