Chaos Cell, the end of the Middle Layer.
Even the small pores on Grimm's body were oozing out a fluid similar to sweat.
At this depth, they still could not find Han Dong. The situation was not right.
The prisoners wandering around the current depth were all at the peak of the Mythical level. At the same time, there were also strong and crazy powerhouses.
Moreover, they had stayed in the Chaos Cell for a long time. They had developed adaptive means to deal with the sensory blockage. Compared to outsiders, they had a greater geographical advantage.
Even Grimm would be in danger.
At this time, Mr. Fog condensed a serious face in his glass jar head.
"Further down is the Deep Layer Cell.
Although there are only a dozen prisoners down there, each of them is at the level of a Regent … They can use the 'Regent's Territory' to effectively resist the blockage of the cell's senses. At least they can maintain normal senses within a ten-meter radius.
If Nicholas is down there, he will definitely die.
Not to mention that half a year has passed.
Gray, is it possible that the same feeling you felt is the feeling that Nicholas has been completely absorbed or enslaved? "
The Gray Walker said with a normal face.
"Let's continue down. Whether he is dead or alive, we have to verify it, right? Maybe something interesting will happen. "
They continued down.
The umbilical cord connecting the layers had turned black. There was even the mark of a goat mother on the surface. It was even more restrictive.
The Deep Layer Cell was slightly different from the ones above.
There were no longer small layers here. Instead, it was a large space connected to the bottom of the abyss.
In addition to the usual cell building materials, it also used the Chaos Tentacles from the Highest to ensure that the 'Old King' who was imprisoned here could not escape.
When the fog began to spread in this layer.
Mr. Fog's glass jar head condensed a shocked expression.
It seemed to have captured Nicholas's movements in this layer, but it also seemed like it did not completely capture him.
"What … what is this situation?"
It was Grimm's first time encountering something that could make Mr. Fog show such an expression of incomprehension.
The Gray Walker asked, "Fog, did you capture Nicholas? What's the situation? He shouldn't be controlled or turned into a slave, right? "
"Follow me. I can't determine Nicholas's specific situation with just the information sent back by the fog … I have never seen anything like what is happening here."
When everyone followed their senses through the fog and found an area, they saw a group of people.
Pa pa pa! The sound of flesh hitting flesh could be heard continuously.
At the same time, a large amount of crazy aura was born. Even Glenn became curious and was eager to go up and check out the situation.
Before your eyes
The prisoners who were supposed to be scattered in different areas were all gathered here.
Not only were they not in a mess, they even formed a neat circle.
Their eyes were filled with novelty, madness, and excitement. A different kind of emotion filled their consciousness, suppressing the negative desires of brutality, cruelty, and so on.
Within the circle formed by the prisoners, there was a special 1v1 combat match going on.
Both sides gave up on their abilities, items, techniques, and other 'external' aspects.
Only through the most primitive and crazy instincts, they carried out the purest physical combat.
One of the fighters was Nicholas.
Although his opponent was at the level of a [King], he was still able to defeat a [King].
Because he had given up on everything external, even King class domains and mental pressure, there wasn't much of a difference between the two.
The most important point was.
Han Dong was quite experienced when it came to fighting. He had won the title of 'Monthly Most Wretched' many times in the Black Tower … As a result, although the two of them seemed to be on par, in reality, Han Dong was the one who dealt more effective blows.
Another thing to pay attention to was "Han Dong's state."
The Han Dong here was no longer in the form of a human.
Instead, he was a [Faceless] with his arms hanging in front of his body.
Every minute and every second, he was adapting to his opponent's mode, gradually perfecting a kind of "invisible state" that could almost avoid all the damage caused by the combat.
…
The dull and pure sound of flesh hitting flesh continued to spread in the abyss.
Every time the combatants effectively hit each other,
The onlookers would burst into fierce cheers, and the most primitive desire in their bodies would be aroused …
The crazy aura released by everyone was under the influence of the combat, faintly forming an abyss combat field, constantly stimulating and fermenting the madness in everyone's body.
"What the hell is this?"
Mr. Fog's "incarnation in a bottle" had been the guardian of the chaos cell for thousands of years, and he had never encountered such a situation.
So now, he was eager to know why the "deep prison" had become like this.
Snap!
An arm condensed by mist stretched out from the cloak and caught the nearest onlooker.
Gurgle gurgle ~
The condensed liquid mist quickly drilled into the prisoner's cranial cavity through the holes on his face. After a series of infiltration and transcription.
The mist of the brain's memory seeped out from the prisoner's skull and constructed memory images in the sky, showing the memories and experiences of this period of time.
About a month and a half ago.
Han Dong, the faceless, came to the deep prison in a state of ethereal, completely integrated with the environment.
Just as Han Dong, as a newcomer, was being watched by many prisoners.
He suddenly made a series of strange moves.
In the absence of an opponent, Han Dong began to 'hit himself' … At first glance, it looked stupid, but after careful observation, it was not self-abuse.
Han Dong immersed himself in the fight.
The skills, experience, and purity that he had been learning in the [Fight Club] were all integrated into his own formless state.
He identified himself as an opponent and carried out a very high level of 'self-fight'.
Some of the prisoners who observed carefully could vaguely see that the two young men were carrying out a very high level of fighting each other.
As the 'self-fight' progressed, a wave of madness that the prisoners had never 'tasted' spread out and slowly attracted them.
Instead of eating the newcomer, it was better.
They wanted to have this kind of fight that they had never experienced before.
As one of them joined, more and more prisoners joined in.
They began to fight at a fixed time every day. Whether it was observation or personal experience, it made the boring prison life interesting.
Moreover, in this kind of fight, they could feel that their bodies were undergoing subtle changes, and the long-lost sense of 'growth' seemed to have returned.
The estrangement between them was gradually dispelled because of the fists that met flesh.
Some prisoners who were good at healing even took the initiative to take on medical work, treating everyone as a group, as a 'Fight Club.'
"Nicholas, this guy … is quite good!"
After Mr. Fog understood the incident, he gave a very high evaluation.
The Gray Walker silently watched everything in front of him, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
Grimm, who was supposed to be by his side, had already squeezed into the 'crowd'.
With the end of the previous fight, Grimm took the initiative to apply for the next fight.
Although this was against the rules, there were many prisoners here who knew Grimm's identity, and they also sensed that the two 'big bosses' were standing outside.
At the same time, as the founder, Han Dong did not refuse, and 'watched' Grimm with his faceless face.
"Come on, Nicholas!
I have basically not rested for half a year, and I have been continuously engaged in high-intensity battles. My state should be similar to yours … Let me try this most primitive physical impact! "
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