The door of the door was open, and there were no guards or anyone else at the door.

The two exchanged glances with each other and walked over. They encountered no obstacles. After walking through a narrow corridor that was quite short and twists and turns, they came to a fanatical hall.

It’s hard to explain what’s the reason, maybe it’s the rock music above or the lively atmosphere around you, you can’t explain how strong bloodlines are. And you can easily discover what this hall is for.

In the center of the hall, there is an octagonal cage. Anyone who knows this thing understands what it means.

"Is the arena?" Zhang Cheng frowned slightly. There is a fighting competition on the boat? There is something wrong with the opponent, but it is impossible to say it clearly for a while. It seems that everything is normal, but it makes people feel inappropriate.

In his impression, many casinos actually operate fighting competitions. Whether it is boxing, ultimate fighting, Muay Thai, free fighting, etc., too many competitions are held in the casino. After all, such competitions are one of the important contents of gambling.

"Is there anything wrong?" Zhang Cheng asked in a low voice.

"Brother Zhang Cheng, do you know something?" the little girl asked.

"I know on this ship," Zhang Cheng finally said. "There is a supernatural space twist point. There is a door to enter." But it is difficult to describe which door is specific. After all, there are so many doors here. Even Bai Ze, who is familiar with the future, cannot describe in detail which door it is.

Or, if you want to explain how to find this gate, it will be tomorrow. Bai Ze only answers three questions a day.

But then again, this kind of fighting competition... does not seem to cause such a fever.

This time, it should be the interval between the competition. The old competition has not started yet, but you can still feel that the atmosphere among the audience is really fanatical. Perhaps because of the alcoholic beverages on the spot, Zhang Cheng saw more than just seeing a man's eyes red with excitement.

"Is the space twisted?" the little girl repeated this sentence.

"Dear spectators, welcome our new players to the venue..." The commentator's voice interrupted Zhang Cheng's thoughts. Then, a man with extremely well-proportioned and strong body walked into the octagonal cage. He was so slim and naked, with only a pair of shorts on his lower body, and an iron claw in one hand. "Welcome to our new players in this competition: Steel claws! Please give the contestants a speech below."

A staff member walked to the side and handed the microphone over. At the same time, a close-up of steel claws appeared on the screen next to him. Zhang Cheng felt that the expression on this person's face was really hideous and terrifying - it was not that he was ugly, but that his face was full of bloodthirsty and distortion.

Normal people wouldn't do this at all. If you have to say it, Zhang Cheng felt that he was more affected by magic such as bloodthirsty.

"I want to make a fortune!" Steel Claws showed off the steel claws in their hands, and the claws looked cold and shining. "Just bet me! I will dig out the opponent's heart!"

This murderous declaration sparked a craze of fanatical pursuit on the scene. The amount of bets on the screen is rising sharply.

This is the real gambling, because in a blink of an eye, the amount of bet given to him has exceeded tens of millions of dollars.

"Okay, here is his opponent, who has three games experience: Iron Wall!" With the cheers, another player appeared. He looked much stronger than steel claws, full and strong muscles, and was wearing a small shield on his hand - a sharp blade on one side of the shield.

Zhang Cheng immediately understood. Madan, this is not a fighting competition at all, it is a gladiator competition! The kind that will kill people!

Of course, it is not a big news to kill people in a fighting game. But how can human fists and feet be comparable to steel? If the mortality rate of fighting game is one percent, then this gladiatorial competition is at least fifty percent.

What everyone enjoys here is not something else, but bloody stimulation, just like the ancient Romans on the arena.

"Two are here." A voice sounded, which was the previous Earl of Arret. "Have you bet? Betting here is very convenient, you only need to link the internal LAN..."

"Who are these?" Zhang Cheng asked.

"I don't know." Ailet shrugged. "What I must say, I will only say they are poor."

"Why do they participate in this kind of competition?" Zhang Cheng asked. "Who asked them?"

"Oh, some specialists..." Eret replied. "Of course, according to my habitual statement, that is also a group of poor people at the bottom." There was a kind of contempt and disdain in his voice.

"Don't you think this practice is evil?" Zhang Cheng asked. "You use money to lure the poor into doing this?"

"If you haven't really come into contact with the lower class, you can't understand their fear of poverty and their desire for wealth. You don't even know how many relatives he has because they don't have money to buy insurance and cannot afford the testing fee, and finally die of illness at home in despair. Discussing morality and justice with them is not only meaningless, but also shameless and ridiculous." Aleet replied indifferently. "And I, I just paid for the service. Is this also wrong?"

This made Zhang Chengdu speechless. It was like money laundering. After a few rounds, the hands of the initial initiator were clean.

"There are many more games tonight, and there are also championship games...oh, there are challenges, several types."

"Championship? Can this kind of competition continue?" asked the little girl. "Basically two or three times... no, after a maximum of ten or eight times, the players will be ruined, right? How to play the championship?

"We have the best medical team... Of course you are right," said Alett. "So our schedule is actually different from ordinary games. Everything depends on the money. Every player, regardless of the winner, can get a part of the bet's own amount. It's about one tenth." Alett said. "After the battle decides the winner, as long as the player does not lose his combat effectiveness, the amount will not be directly returned to the bettor. The accumulated bets on him determine what opponent he will face. If there is enough, for example, if he gets the extra favor of a certain bettor, he will be qualified to challenge the championship."

His eyes looked at the Octagon. "For example, if he wins this time, he will enter a higher level by obtaining a bet with this time. Challenging the championship is not enough, but as long as he wins again, it will be almost enough."

"Strange rules..." Zhang Cheng said softly.

"In other words, the focus is on betting on someone, not on a certain game." The little girl is more sensitive. "If you fight with weapons, victory or defeat has a lot to do with luck."

"But strength is still the most basic element. Please continue to watch, I'll leave first." Eret said.

"Some kind of supernatural space..." The little girl no longer paid attention to the duel over there. "I feel something is wrong here."

The little girl walked to a corner of the hall, started walking along the four walls, and then stopped after walking around. "Brother Zhang Cheng, I understand. This place is probably the target we are looking for."

"How do you say it?" Zhang Cheng asked.

"I've got the internal structure diagram of this ship before," said the little girl. "There is indeed such a space on the ship. But the area of ​​this space... Well, according to my steps just now, it is more than twice the area on the design drawing."

"Is it possible that the drawings are wrong? For example, the ship was modified? I remember that this cruise ship was modified once two years ago."

"No, it's impossible." said the little girl. "If it was a modification, it was not impossible to incorporate other cabins into it, but on the side of this area... is the generator room of the ship. There are equipment that is very critical for cruise ships, and it is impossible to change the position at will. Even if it is effectively used and adjusted to save part of its space... this shape will never be so flat." She pointed around and the whole room was flat.

"But you can enter and exit freely here!" Zhang Cheng said. "It's really interesting..."

Although there are very few people coming in and out, it is obvious that some people go out and some people come in. This kind of in and out is free. You must say that there is something wrong with it, that is, you can't see the waiter of the tuxedo and bunny girl outside. Even if you see it by chance, it will be a flash in the pan. It is no more than everywhere outside.

In other words, this is supernatural space? Zhang Cheng reached into his arms and pinched the card "Twisted God", but hesitated a little.

After all, there is Gaia watching overhead. Is it okay to be so unscrupulous?

"No, no!" A voice sounded. The little girl was startled and looked at her.

Nuan Yangyang found out that he had made a mistake, but it was too late. The little girl heard the sound of his speech.

"You cannot summon the twisted god here." Nuan Yangyang said the rest of the words through the spiritual link.

"Brother Zhang Cheng, it... can warm sheep... speak?" The little girl had noticed it.

"Of course I can speak!" Nuan Yangyang said disdainfully. "Do you think I'm just an ordinary pet? Well... that's what you think. In addition, I'm not a sheep, although my name is Nuan Yangyang."

They are now in the corner of the venue, and the audience is shouting enthusiastically, cheering for the contestants they have chosen, and they don’t care about the two people and a sheep in the corner at all.

"What are you?" the little girl asked with interest.

"You don't have to guess. I'm neither a super biotechnology genetic modification project, nor a human brain transplanted into the skull of a sheep." Nuan Yangyang said. "I'm... a Bai Ze. Do you know what Bai Ze is."

"Are you Bai Ze?" The little girl covered her mouth with her hands and looked at it in disbelief. A pink color almost appeared in her eyes. "The legend is... omniscient?" Because of time travel, she learned myths and legends well.

"It's not a legend." Bai Ze said. "Wait, don't hug me... I hate you, stupid girl!"

But it was too late, and the little girl had forced Bai Ze to take Bai Ze from Zhang Cheng. Fortunately, her movements were also cautious. Although Bai Ze protested, she did not resist. In fact, physical strength has never been Bai Ze's strength, and even if she wanted to struggle, it would not be able to struggle.

"Can you read what I want to say in my heart?" the little girl asked carefully.

"No need to read," Bai Ze said lazily. "What you think in your heart is like a mirror to me."

"Then...what am I thinking now?" asked the little girl. "Can you tell?"

"What are you thinking now?" Bai Ze asked. "You care a lot about Zhang Cheng's eyes just now on a tall, big breasted, thin waisted beauty. At the same time, you also want to remind Zhang Cheng that you are still growing. And you have a b now and will definitely not lose to anyone in the future."

This kind of creature has a strong ability. Zhang Cheng knew before that it does not only read the surface consciousness. Even the middle and deep consciousness can be read without difficulty. Therefore, it is completely impossible to think about it in his mind and try to disturb Bai Ze. It can distinguish it.

The little girl's face turned red suddenly. She glanced at Zhang Cheng, who tried her best to act like "I didn't hear anything, I didn't know anything."

In fact, Zhang Cheng asked a question through the spiritual link. "What if the God of Twisted comes out?"

"I can only tell you that the consequences are not great. Have you not noticed that He is getting stronger and stronger?" Bai Ze reminded. "The most important thing is that I hate Him!"

The Twisted Psalm is an infinite source of energy, constantly providing power to the bear from the origin of the world. In addition, as time goes by, the bear becomes more and more proficient in mastering the Twisted Power.

Nowadays, the bear is no longer willing to come out of the card because its existence itself will be restricted by the world. In another world, normal gods will go to the divine realm after the gods are enthroned for a period of time - that is where the gods really should stay, and the position that the Lord of the Plane has left for the gods. If you continue to stay in the material world, it will be as if you are bound by countless chains, which is very uncomfortable and cannot be stretched. The bear cannot go to the divine realm, so you can only stay in the card.

"But don't you just hate the big spirit?" The little bear is no longer the big spirit.

"He was at least a great spirit in the past, and this reason alone was enough." Nuan Yangyang said through the spiritual link. "In addition, let your girlfriend stop touching my head. If you touch it again, I will tell her what you think!"

Is this...is this a threat? Zhang Cheng sighed. "Mary, don't touch its head, it's no longer happy."

"Hey, don't you say that cats and dogs like to touch their heads the most?"

"I'm not a cat or a dog!" Bai Ze said arrogantly. "By the way... it's time for you to look around."

Only then did the two notice that someone was coming from behind. They were not ordinary people, but players wearing silk cloaks and coaches accompanying him. The coach looked familiar... Zhang Cheng recognized that it was the racist who insulted him repeatedly.

Although normal people don’t keep the wild dog barking in their hearts, it’s still a pity to see the same dog again and again.

They walked very quickly and had arrived in front of Zhang Cheng in a blink of an eye.

"Give the way, yellow-skinned monkey!" As he approached, the coach said. Although Zhang Cheng had actually been on the side, this corner was indeed a bit crowded.

Before Zhang Cheng could speak, the contestant suddenly started attacking and suddenly hit Zhang Cheng's chin.
Chapter completed!