Global Weirdness: People Survive in Ultra

After passing through the light gate, Meng Yao's first feeling was bustling and crowded.

What comes into view is a gladiatorial arena, the kind you often see in movies, with more than a dozen bright yellow stone pillars towering tall, enclosing an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters.

The people around were sitting on the platform, and their number was much larger than that of the first four floors, nearly 100,000.

Looking down, he saw that the arena was divided into dozens of areas, each with different terrains, and two people were fighting in them.

Because the venue is so huge, even though the duelists are several meters tall, they still look like two grains of rice.

But Meng Yao's eyesight could barely see the battle scene where punches hit flesh and blood splattered.

“This is the fifth floor???”

Meng Yao stretched out his palm, feeling a little unreal: "I didn't expect it to be an arena."

And in their minds, they also received the conditions for passing the fifth level.

Win 50 matches and last a full minute against the Gladiator King.

If the opponent surrenders or is killed, it can be considered a victory.

Meng Yao couldn't help but frown slightly: "50 victories, although there is no requirement for consecutive victories, there are still considerable intervals between each battle."

"It seems that if we follow the rules on this level, it will take quite a while."

Lopus asked foolishly, "What if we don't follow the rules?"

Nan Xizi instructed carefully: "The rules state that you can actively challenge the person ranked higher to a duel, and a challenge from a lower-ranked person to a higher-ranked person cannot be refused."

"In this way, the customs clearance requirements can be met quickly."

Nan Xizi pointed to the main seat of the arena, where stood a tall stone tablet, on which the victory information of hundreds of thousands of fifth-level contestants was displayed in real time.

And their information, right at the end, is all zero.

Tartarus clenched his fists. "50 games? I haven't been active for a long time. My injury has slightly recovered, so I can use it as a warm-up."

The little golden man has this confidence.

As the ultimate life form, he was certain that no one among the hundreds of thousands of people present could defeat him.

Except Meng Yao and the unknown gladiator king.

Meng Yao found a seat and sat down. He said, "Then we can put the matter of winning aside for now."

"Dulu once said that the Star Cluster might be on the fifth floor."

"Don't forget that one of our goals is to rescue Moroboshi."

The X-terminal in Dr. German's hand vibrated: "But I just scanned it and didn't find the names of either Ultraman Seven or Moroboshi."

There's none?

Meng Yao pondered. Logically speaking, as long as the people were on the fifth floor, their information should be displayed on the stone tablet.

unless......

Nan Xizi suddenly pulled the corner of Meng Yao's clothes, indicating him to look towards the arena.

[Winner of 50 matches: Missis vs. Gladiator King]

After this text floated out from the stone tablet, the stone wall that originally divided the site slowly sank, forming a complete site.

The so-called Missis had already been waiting there. He was an alien race that Meng Yao had never seen before.

But judging from its wild appearance, it can only be said that it is worthy of having 50 wins.

The audience gradually became quiet.

All eyes were cast towards the passage below the main seat.

Ta-ta-ta--

Tiny footsteps came slowly from the passage.

There were no cheers, no encouragement, but this silence revealed the oppression that belonged only to the Gladiator King.

A skinny old man appeared at the end of the passage.

Meng Yao had anticipated this. He stared at the old man on the field and said, "No wonder I couldn't find his name. Turns out he's the Gladiator King."

The King of Gladiators——Zhu Xingtuan!

The skinny old man glanced at his opponent, took out his glasses and put them on fiercely: "Jie!"

Ultraman Seven appeared in the arena, and his body size was suppressed to the same size as Missis, only seven or eight meters.

"Come on, young man, let me see what you can do."

Zhu Xingtuan waved his hand: "The moment the countdown begins, I will launch an attack."

Missis took a long breath and tried hard to suppress the fear in her heart.

But his feet were still a little shaky.

Tartarus sneered: "This is the man who won 50 battles in the Colosseum? How can he be so cowardly!"

Someone nearby responded, "That's right. To be truly strong, you must have a determined heart."

A few people turned around and saw Feng Xiu.

Nan Xizi raised her eyebrows: "Astra, why are you here?"

The latter spread his hands and smiled nonchalantly: "I just got here. After you left, I conducted the assessment of the first four levels."

Faced with Astra's smiling face, everyone ignored her and turned their heads to continue watching the game on the field.

Missis watched the countdown that was about to start, and secretly encouraged herself: "Don't be afraid, I will definitely catch it."

But the closer it got to the start, the more visible Missis's panic became.

There was silence.

Just as Meng Yao and others were confused, the countdown had already begun.

brush!

Seven took off the ice axe from his head and threw it casually.

A cold light cut through the air.

Missis' eyes widened, trying to catch the trace of the ice axe. He opened his hands, his fear turning into anger, and he couldn't help but shout, "I can do it, I won't die!!"

"Catch it for me!"

Unfortunately, not everyone can catch a knife with bare hands.

What’s more, it’s Seven’s ice axe.

So many powerful space monsters have fallen to this blow. Missis, an ordinary space fighter, is not enough.

As expected, he was split in two.

The ice axe was raised high and was finally caught by Seven.

He glanced at the stands and then walked back to the corridor silently.

Xincheng's eyes widened: "Holy crap, is he cheating?!"

"How do you play this? You start out big right away. I think there's no need to compete anymore. Everyone should just go to bed."

Meng Yao found it even more strange, as the ultimate goal of the assessment should be to select talented individuals with strong combat capabilities.

But how many people in this universe can withstand Seven's ice axe?

How to carry it and what to use to carry it?

“No wonder the atmosphere on the fifth floor isn’t as lively as I thought, and Missis is so terrified.”

Nan Xizi looked around in her seat.

Although there were many people in the stands, there was almost no cheering.

Meng Yao recalled the look in Zhu Xingtuan's eyes when he left, and realized that there must be a deeper meaning behind it.

I immediately decided to get up and look for Zhuxingtuan.

But his figure suddenly became illusory, and not only Meng Yao, but also Nan Xizi and others.

"Newbies don't have to duel on their first day, so they'll be teleported out of the training tower?"

The words that suddenly appeared in his mind made him very unhappy.

Meng Yao then remembered that Duo Liu had said that after passing the first four levels, he would have the right to leave the training tower.

From this we can also see that Zhu Xingtuan's killing behavior is not in line with the concept of establishing the Tower of Training.

But all questions can only be answered tomorrow.

As the white light enveloped the view, the figures of Meng Yao and others disappeared.

[I have a slight headache, and I have something to do tomorrow morning, so I can't stay up late to finish the manuscript. I'll make up for it with 4 updates tomorrow. Everyone, please take care to rest. Happy New Year]

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