Chen Ang stood in the center of the arena and very naturally went to the place where the lights were the most concentrated. From left to right, he slowly swept his gaze across the entire stands. His gaze stopped for a moment on the alloy steel structure that protected the stands, and the corners of his lips suddenly curled up into a smile.
Ignoring the modified beasts that were circling him warily, Chen Ang's gentle and firm voice resounded throughout the entire arena.
"I like this place!"
The cheers around him paused for a moment. The spectators in the stands never expected to hear those words. They wanted to see the fighters and gladiators in pain, pleading, and the despair of fighting with all their might. They wanted to experience that feeling of superiority, not someone standing there and saying to them, "I like this place."
For a moment, the atmosphere became a little strange.
Then, The Clown burst out laughing and shouted excitedly to the surroundings, "What did I just hear? He said he likes this place … Oh! I like you too. I hope you'll like this place forever, ha! The spectators like you too … "There were people around him who started screaming and clapping. The Clown raised his arms and shouted to the stands behind him," Let us give him a little present and hope that he can live on with such optimism forever! "
"Sir, what's your name?" The Clown jumped onto the stage and asked.
Chen Ang waved his hand around. "You can call me Adam!"
"Adam! Son of God Adam, King of Men Adam, brave Adam, let us cheer for Adam! "The Clown clapped excitedly and asked," Then, Adam, why do you like this place? "
"Look at them from where I am …" Chen Ang pointed at the surrounding stands and used his finger to draw the shape of the protective net that enveloped the stands. "Don't you think that they are a group of idiots locked up in a cage? Our position is the center of the stage, the place with the most power, just like the bench of a court of law."
"When they can see this place clearly, standing here, you can also see them the most clearly. If we treat this place as a gladiator arena, that would be the stands, but if we treat this place as the stands … "
"That's the coliseum!" The clown finished for him.
He proudly raised the classical long-pole microphone in his hand and pointed it at Chen Ang's head. He made a gesture to the surrounding stands, and the earth-shattering laughter almost overturned the entire arena.
The Clown exclaimed in an exaggerated voice, "Yinque Siting! We have an interesting gladiator. He thinks he's a king, and I'm his funny jester. Everyone else here is trash. "
"Your Majesty," the clown stood in front of Chen Ang and shook his butt comically, "please show me your power!"
While the clown was talking, Chen Ang had been re-tying the white bandage on his right hand. Looking at the clown's neurotic face that was smeared with poor quality paint, Chen Ang stretched out his five fingers and formed a fist in front of the clown's face.
The audience around them became excited. Although the clown's performance was exaggerated and neurotic when he hosted the fights, very few people did not know how terrifying he was. In the death fights, the clown had an important task, which was to execute the gladiators who violated the rules.
And he had never failed.
In fact, everyone admitted that the clown was one of the scariest people in this city. He was also the person with the most power in this death arena, and hosting was more of his hobby.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the bloody opening that the clown presented to everyone.
The smile on Chen Ang's face had disappeared without anyone noticing. Now, his face was very calm, and he casually bulged the joints of his fist. The magnetized cells and bones made these rugged fingers much harder than normal alloys. It was as if he was wearing a pair of vibrating brass knuckles. An angry roar burst out from Chen Ang's Dantian.
As he roared, he took a step forward, and his whole body spun like a top. He released all the power accumulated in his muscles, and a straight punch whistled out. Before the clown could react, the punch landed on his face. His flesh split open, and half of his cheek bone exploded into bits.
The clown's body spun in the air and slammed heavily into the fence surrounding the stands. Half of his skull was crushed, and his body twitched uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it in." Chen Ang sighed and said, "It's just that your posture was too despicable. I felt that it was very convenient, so I …" Chen Ang made an apologetic gesture.
"F * ck!"
Someone suddenly shouted from the stands, and then the entire arena exploded.
"Did he kill the clown?"
"Is this a new opening?"
"The clown must be somewhere else. That's a new performance."
The voices surged like an exploding pot. Someone went to the fence and pulled at the clown's body. Then, an even more intense panic occurred. Even the few 'VIPs' sitting on the highest platform could not sit still any longer. They whispered to the attendants standing beside them.
Soon, a few fierce-looking thugs rushed up. They first checked on the clown's condition, and then quietly surrounded Chen Ang.
"Everyone, trash! Hello! "Chen Ang smiled and waved around." Everyone, please be quiet! Listen to what I have to say. "
Even though his voice rang clearly in everyone's ears, the atmosphere in the arena only became more and more intense. Everyone was talking about something, and the arena was in an uproar. Someone shouted, "Let the clown come out!"
Some people wanted to leave, and some people screamed in excitement.
A few thugs moved forward, trying to subdue Chen Ang. They cautiously threatened him, "Kid, you're in trouble. You know …" With a poof, his head and spine shot up rapidly. Chen Ang easily tore apart the bodies of everyone in front of him like he was tearing paper.
Then, he threw the exploded flesh and blood into the stands. Blood rained down, and what followed was Chen Ang's thunderous roar.
"I told you to be quiet!" Under the powerful aura, everyone consciously shut their mouths.
Chen Ang coldly swept his gaze across the stage, until the place where his gaze passed immediately became silent. Only then did he open his mouth and say, "Everyone, I've seen enough of you scum who bully the weak. I need something fresher, something 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, your ugliness, your bodies, and your lives to please me. Cooperate with me to complete this game!"
Chen Ang raised his hands and pressed down slightly. All the metal in the arena twisted and moved like a chain reaction. The railings that protected the stands began to twist and tangle together. The hard alloys sealed off the stands like vines. The largest private rooms at the top were even simpler. The sturdy alloy doors were locked. Other than the side facing Chen Ang, there was no other exit.
"The first part of the game is called Revenge!"
"Let's welcome our two guests, the cruel Dark Judge, The Punisher, and the Hero of the Night, The Daredevil …" As Chen Ang spoke, he loosened the blood-soaked cloth on his hand. He gently shook the blood off his hand, and some salty liquid fell on the clown's face under his feet.
"I'm Adam …"
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