Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 1264 Arena

Subconsciously, Qin An thought that a woman must not reveal her breasts in public.

However, looking over here, it seemed that this was a matter of course.

Some of the men who occasionally pass by will come forward and take the woman's handkerchief, After bargaining, they went into a dilapidated house with women. The irony was that most of these women still had their husbands and children at home. Those men were skinny and half of them were addicts. In order to buy drugs, they did not mind wearing a big green hat.

Apart from this, Qin An also saw many things that were even more unacceptable to him.

An old beggar was being beaten up by three four-or five-year-olds, At this moment, there was no life force left. However, the three children were still whipping corpses. The people passing by would only occasionally look at them. Then, the corners of their mouths lifted and smiled. They would not go forward to stop them. No one would easily provoke the children in the territory ruled by Mo Ling Sect, because they were very likely Apocalyptic spirit child Darks. In this atmosphere, the originally innocent and adorable children had all turned into little monsters. They did not know how violent their actions were. To them, everything was just a game.

There was a slave trade going on in a square, and there were many people watching. Their expressions seemed to be accustomed to it, and they would judge the slaves. The slaves had apparently accepted their fate. They were naked and looked at the buyer longingly. In the hands of the slave seller, their lives were worse than death.

There was a blackboard at the entrance of a restaurant with the words "Collect the corpses" written on it, and the words on the plaque were "Human Meat Hotel". What Qin An couldn't accept was that the restaurant's business seemed to be good, and there were many guests coming and going.

Qin An, who had temporarily lost his memories, felt puzzled. What kind of world was this?

After walking forward for a while, Qin An, Qi Lu and Triazza got in front of an extended car. Then, Qidong drove along the straight road.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the center of the city and walked into a huge building. After circling around and finally climbing onto the podium, Qin An looked at the round field in front of him and the cheering crowd nearby. He didn't know why the word "Rome" had appeared in his heart.

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In the underground prison of the arena, Yin Shiyao only wore a pair of underwear and sat in the cell. In fact, her transformation ability could only be used a few times in her life. Now, she could no longer transform. She could only use her original appearance to exist. Even if she still had the transformation ability, she would not be able to escape from this sturdy cage.

Half a month ago, Yin Shiyao's master was killed by Qin An's Crossing Soul. The slaves in the mansion were immediately sent to the slave court.

According to the rules, when the master died, the slaves would be buried with him. This could be considered a way to control the slaves' resistance.

The so-called slave court was just a formality. The purpose of its existence was to preach the dignity of slavery to the people, so that ordinary civilians could rejoice that they were not slaves, and let those slaves stay obedient and not try to resist.

In the end, Yin Shiyao was sentenced to death as expected, and then sent to this underground cell, where she was imprisoned until today.

It was today that she and many female slaves would enter the so-called arena as an opening toy, and then face the real gladiators who would participate in the competition.

How could a weak woman beat those muscular gladiators?

Therefore, they would eventually be beaten until their bodies were covered in bruises, and then under the gazes of everyone, they would be pressed down by the gladiators on the yellow earth to play with them arbitrarily until they died!

Yin Shiyao had seen such a scene before. She had stayed at the Peacock Arena for seven years, and had followed her previous owner to the arena several times.

Humanity did not completely disappear. The commoners of Peafowl Terrace only found their own morality and values. They would also treat their friends and relatives kindly, but they would be cold-blooded and heartless towards outsiders. In this place, if you don't treat others as enemies, as food, as ants, then you will end up in these roles and will never be able to escape.

Suddenly, the cell door opened and several soldiers rushed in. They pulled out several female slaves, including Yin Shiyao, and then drove them into the arena.

Yin Shiyao raised her head to look at the sky. It was noon, and the sky was cloudless. The blue sky was intoxicating, but the warm sunshine made her feel warm.

Perhaps it was just warmth in her heart, because she knew that her body was trembling.

Crying nearby, she pulled Yin Shiyao's attention back from the free sky.

She lowered her head and looked around. At this time, there were nearly 100 female slaves who had been driven together!

Almost everyone was naked. At most, they were just like themselves. They wore tattered trousers, and the only thing they could hide was the shyness between their legs.

Yin Shiyao did not feel uncomfortable because of her master's picky taste. Although she did not lose her body, she would often help her master bathe naked. For a woman who lived in the apocalypse, her shame had long been eaten by dogs and men!

Right at this moment, the surroundings quieted down. A low, sexy, neutral male voice suddenly sounded. The voice was amplified by the sound installed everywhere, and it resounded throughout the entire plaza.

"Dear citizens of Shulan City, welcome to the arena. The annual Peafowl Terrace Slave Competition has begun again! This is our Shulan City's qualifying tournament. A hundred gladiators will fight on this field today. In the end, only eight of them will survive and then participate in the next round of the qualifying tournament! Haha, is your blood boiling? Are you ready to witness the birth of the Slave King? "

Another deafening cheer rang out from the spectator stands. It lasted for a long time before finally stopping.

Next, the host introduced the rules of the preliminaries.

None of the 100 slave gladiators participating in the competition were superpowers. They would fight in pairs in the arena, and the 50 survivors would continue to fight.

When there were only twenty-five living people on the spot, there would be a draw for life and death. One of the twenty-five people would draw for death. After that, he would have to fight against twenty-four people one by one. Then, the outcome would be death.

Next, twenty-four people began to fight in pairs. Then, twelve people, six people, and finally three winners went to Peafowl City, 89 Peafowl Terrace, to compete one-on-one with the competitors from the other Peafowl Terrace cities in the finals!

Every year at the end of September, 89 cities in Peafowl Terrace would hold such a slave competition qualifying tournament, and then entering the October Finals would begin!

In 89 cities, 8,900 slaves would participate in the qualifying tournament, and only one of these slaves would survive. They were called Slave Kings!

From then on, he could break away from slavery and become a free man.

Those slaves who died would not be wasted. They were muscular humans, and their meat was delicious. They would be sent to noble families for food.

Cannibalism was nothing new in the entire Prison Fire Stronghold. It had already become a habit and tradition.

Then on the first day of the Budget Tournament, every city would hold a battle ceremony between male and female slave gladiators!

It's a fun show.

Naturally, it was impossible for the female slaves to defeat the gladiators. They would eventually become the last delicious meal of the gladiators. They would be toyed to death, causing all the spectators on the stands to be excited. It was a visual feast staged in public. It could cause the goodness in people's hearts to be wiped out, cause them to be infatuated with it, and lose themselves in the end!

After introducing the rules, the host began to introduce the experts of this year's slave gladiators.

The side door opened, and the gladiators walked out wearing simple armor with machetes, axes, and shields in their hands.

'"Look at the dozen or so gladiators in the south. They are slaves of the city lord's Li Shulan's family!" The leader of the big niggers was 2.57 meters tall. He had a pure African bloodline. His name was Akalan, and he was called the Slaughter Devil! He was the champion of the Spring Gladiator Competition in Shulan City!

Look at the man holding the big iron rod over there. His name is Li Renguang. Although he is already 50 years old this year, don't underestimate him. Before the apocalypse, he was the boxing champion of the Guang Nan Youth Group! Now, he was called a tiger on the ground!

There was also that guy with long hair to his waist. He was Batu, a Mongolian bloodline, a natural born wrestling king! Look at his muscles, do you think they're delicious… "

Listening to the host's introduction, the atmosphere at the scene became higher and higher. The people on the stands were all boiling and shouting loudly.

At this time, Qin An was sitting on the grandstand of the rostrum, Qi Lu and Cui Aza sitting beside him.

There were only three rows of chairs in the grandstand. In front of each row of chairs was a relatively large square table filled with various kinds of food.

Qin An and the others were only seated in the third row, while City Lord Li Shulan and Sect King Tian Qiguang were all seated in the first row.

Apart from them, most of the senior managers and family members of Shulan City who had no official duties were present. There were almost 170 spectators on the rostrum. Of course, there were more than 100 slaves and bodyguards among them.

Cui Azha's eyes flashed across Qin An and Qi Lu's faces intentionally or unintentionally. Then, he laughed softly and said,

"Gentlemen, you said that you had been living in the mountains of the Vaihingan Mountains in Russia, so you must have never seen such a competition before. Is there such a competition in the region controlled by the Heavenly Fate Sect?"

Qin An naturally won't reply. Qi Lu says coldly,

'"The mountain we're in isn't controlled by the Heavenly Fate Cult. It's just an unoccupied wilderness. Triaza, you don't have to keep looking for me. Remember, I'll allow you to secretly spy on us, but don't run in front of me all the time. Otherwise, I might kill you!"

Triaza's expression darkened. She was really angry.

After all, she was also an Adept beside City Lord Li Shulan, and no one dared to offend her these past few years.

Taking a deep breath, Triaza did not say anything. A trace of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes.

Hmph, wait and see. She must find an opportunity to let this woman, Qi Lu, know how she is going to survive in this Prison Fire Stronghold's Peacock Stage!

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