A group of contestants retreated under Black's lead. However, most of them were left behind in the corridor forever. The group of fifty contestants was instantly crushed by the berserk Blackstone Prisoners.
The huge difference in combat power allowed these Blackstone prisoners to easily take down the competitors wearing mechanical armor.
Black had been extremely vigilant all the way, constantly observing the Blackstone prisoners swarming toward him as he retreated. He had chosen the best escape route, even betraying his team members to escape. However, he did not expect that someone would launch a surprise attack at the exit of the corridor. He was caught off guard and did not even have time to take a defensive stance.
He screamed and flew backward. The mechanical armor in front of his chest was shattered by a punch. His waist and abdomen were a mess of flesh and blood. He slammed into the wall uncontrollably. Before he landed, his throat was gripped tightly by a black shadow.
It was a tall middle-aged man. There was a strange black mark tattooed on his masculine face. His expression was cold as he picked up Black, who was like a pile of mud, with one hand.
The wall that was hit was made of Blackstone. At this moment, cracks appeared on it like a spider web.
"Big Brother Hei Xiang! These guys seem to be competitors from the Sky Arena, not from the Army! "The bald man walked toward the middle-aged man while dragging Wind, who was on the verge of death, with a respectful expression.
He dragged Wind's uninjured leg over with one hand, leaving a deep bloody mark on the ground. The other competitors who were left behind were in a similar situation.
The violent prisoners were still chasing after them, and screams could be heard one after another. Facing these thugs who were not afraid of death, these competitors did not dare to risk their lives at all. As a result, they were closed in on and then smashed down with cold weapons. Even the mechanical armor could not save their lives.
"Leave a few alive. Strip off their mechanical armor and bring them back to the arena." The middle-aged man named Hei Xiang paused and glanced at Black in his hand. "Are there any fish that escaped?"
"There are two, but our brothers have already chased after them. I think they will be back soon." The bald man licked his lips and asked tentatively, "Big Brother Hei Xiang, how many chicks are there in here …"
"Bring all of them to the arena. I will deal with them together," Hei Xiang said coldly. The bald man could only nod.
Hei Xiang was different from this weakling. He had already gained the trust and respect of all the prisoners. He had planned the riot and was even prepared to take all of them away.
No one dared to disobey his orders.
The bald man didn't know much about Hei Xiang's true identity. He only knew that Hei Xiang came from a mysterious organization and was a Level-2 Magician. However, under the suppression of the Blackstone Chains, his strength could only reach the level of a Level-3 Magician's Apprentice. Even so, that was enough to suppress a group of ordinary Blackstone Prisoners.
A group of people returned in a grandiose manner, bringing the surviving contestants to the arena that was suspended in mid-air.
Rather than calling it an arena, it was more like an execution platform made of black stone.
When Black, whose face was covered in blood, saw the flags of human flesh and the women chained up like bitches, she understood that they had come to a true hell.
There were at least a hundred Blackstone Prisoners as far as the eye could see. All of them were naked and muscular. Years of mining had given them a strong physique. Coupled with those heavy cold weapons, they could deal a devastating blow in an instant. Not to mention, some of them even had the physique of a Magician's Apprentice.
How could a group of fifty contestants deal with such a group of enemies?
Black's heart was filled with confusion and resentment toward the Sky Arena officials. Wasn't this the same as sending them to their deaths?
"Men, get on the arena." Pushing aside his black bangs, Hei Xiang had a square face full of masculinity. His tall figure was almost perfectly proportioned. He stood in the center of the arena, and after he finished speaking, the group of Blackstone prisoners standing on the high platforms around him cheered loudly.
The deafening shouts fell into the ears of the contestants, but it was as terrifying as a death knell.
The bald man waved his hand, and a group of Blackstone Prisoners immediately jumped off the stage. They swiftly and violently tore off the mechanical armor on their bodies. Wearing the mechanical armor required a vacuum, but now it had become a nightmare for the surviving female contestants.
The male contestants were pulled by the hair and pulled onto the arena as an example.
This place was filled with a primitive and barbaric aura, and a bloody and brutal scene was about to unfold.
Hei Xiang sat on a throne made of bones like an emperor. He waved his hand, and the Blackstone Prisoners immediately brought over two pretty female contestants.
"Then, let's begin." Hei Xiang waved his hand.
"The competition begins! Hehehe! "
"You, kid, come out." The bald man pulled Feng out from the crowd. One of his legs had been crippled by the bald man. When he saw him, he was like a mouse that had seen a cat, trembling in fear.
"Aren't you the famous contestants of the Sky Arena? You shouldn't refuse a competition request from lowly prisoners like us, right? "
The bald man pulled on his hair, forcing him to look at his eyes.
Feng was dazed. He felt his entire body ache, and blood filled his eyes.
Competition? What competition?
"I'll do it, I'll do it!" A tall and skinny Blackstone Prisoner jumped off the stage. He picked up two Origin Substance guns from the ground and placed them in front of Feng. "Come and compete with me, hehe."
"What …" Feng was forcefully pulled up by the bald man to face the tall and skinny prisoner.
"I'll compete with you in assembling guns. Let's see who's faster. There's Origin Substance gas in the guns. If you're fast, you can kill me after assembling them. "The tall and skinny prisoner quickly dismantled the two Origin Substance guns, his voice filled with excitement.
Feng wiped the blood off his face and struggled to stand up. He growled, "Are you serious?"
"Of course. Big Brother Baldy, count to three, and we'll start." The tall and skinny prisoner laughed.
"One, two … three!" The bald man didn't give him much time to think, directly counting down.
When the number 'three' fell, Feng began to assemble his spear.
He was a member of the Special Competition Group One. How could he lose to a prisoner in terms of machinery?
As long as he was faster, he could win. As long as he won …
Bang!
A white pillar of air shot out from the barrel of the gun, accompanied by the cheers and whistles in the surroundings. Feng only felt his head heating up, and then he could no longer feel anything. His hands were still twitching as he held onto the machine parts, but his body had been sent flying.
"Idiot."
The tall and skinny prisoner's face suddenly turned cold. He put down the Origin Substance gun in his hands. He didn't touch the pile of parts at all. Instead, he picked up a new gun and shot Feng to death.
The sliver of hope that the contestants kneeling on the ground had just ignited was extinguished, and they fell into true despair.
The woman's screams mixed with the prisoner's shouts made Black's head tremble uncontrollably.
These Blackstone Prisoners were just toying with them.
"Next." The tall and skinny prisoner was expressionless, but he still smiled. "This time, I'll follow the rules of the game."
A contestant stood up, trembling.
There was another loud bang.
This time, the tall and skinny prisoner really did follow the rules. The contestants assembled first, but he found that his Origin Substance gun was empty. He could only watch in despair as his opponent slowly assembled the gun, and then shot him to death!
Hei Xiang looked at all of this, feeling the joy. Suddenly, a prisoner ran up from behind him and whispered a few words in his ear.
The two escaping contestants weren't caught.
Hei Xiang's expression changed when he heard this. He waved his hand at the bald man below. "Bring the leader of the contestants up."
"Yes!" The bald man picked up Black, whose eyes were dim, and walked towards him.
Black was thrown to the ground heavily. His eyes were blurred. When he saw Hei Xiang, he began to loudly beg for mercy. He had no backbone to speak of.
"Don't, don't kill me! I'm a direct descendant of the upper class Black family. As long as you let me go, I promise … Ugh! "
Before Black could finish, he was punched to the ground.
"Don't say anything unnecessary. Listen to Big Brother Hei Xiang's arrangements."
Hei Xiang raised his hand to signal the bald man to stop fighting. He bent down and asked Black in a low voice, "What do you contestants use to communicate with each other?"
Black seemed to see a sliver of hope. He hurriedly told him the method of communication through the mechanical armor. As long as he could survive, the life and death of the escaped Li Xiang and Julie had nothing to do with him.
It was their honor to be able to sacrifice themselves for him.
Hei Xiang nodded and signaled for the bald man to make the arrangements.
"I want to see the heads of those two guys in a while."
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