After faking her death in interstellar space, the powerful woman disguised herself as a man and went

Leng Ran quickly flipped through the remaining content and roughly understood some of the competition rules and player benefits.

The basement level is a public viewing area. Tickets are required from the second floor onwards. The ticket price depends on the popularity of the contestants and the number of seats in previous sessions. Contestants receive 20% of the ticket revenue.

There will be on-site commentators starting from the third underground level. The fourth underground level will be broadcast live across the entire planet. As for the fifth underground level, it has only been opened once in the past two years, making it a very rare and grand event.

He coldly closed the competition rules and headed to the basement level to register for the competition.

Because a large number of residents had been drawn to the fourth basement level to watch the duel between masters, the first basement level was now empty, with only a few people still competing.

As soon as Leng Ran entered the waiting area, he saw someone seriously injured and covered in blood being carried off the stage.

Zone C is never short of people; human life is worthless here. Most of the contestants are destitute and desperate. What they fear more than their ruthless opponents is poverty itself.

Leng Ran wandered around the waiting area and found two devices that were very similar to the teleportation portals on the silver-haired fox's spaceship. After inquiring, Leng Ran learned that these teleportation portals could be used for short-distance teleportation and, in cooperation with the arena's AI system, could transport challengers to the corresponding arena.

After registering for the competition, I was matched with an opponent not long after.

"Amphitheater number 37, 'Poor Ghost' versus 'Azure Jade,' to begin in five minutes." The announcement came over the loudspeaker. Leng Ran stood up, grabbed a wooden stick from the weapon rack, swiped his identity card, and then the portal lit up, allowing him to enter.

Similar to before, Leng Ran stepped directly onto the ground with one foot, once again marveling at the wonder of the portal.

Before long, Leng Ran's opponent also appeared. He was also a teenager, holding a light sword. He looked to be only a teenager. When the opponent saw the very young Leng Ran, he was obviously stunned.

I had assumed that the person with that name would be a fierce-looking beggar, but to my utter surprise, it was just a child. And this child appeared before me, carrying a small, bulging cloth bag slung across his shoulder and a wooden stick in his hand.

"Little brother, you should admit defeat. It's not good if you get hurt." The boy frowned slightly, unwilling to fight Leng Ran.

"Underestimating your opponent is a grave mistake. Don't show me any mercy." Leng Ran hoisted the wooden stick onto his shoulder, showing no intention of backing down.

The boy had no choice but to accept the challenge. He then took the bag down and neatly placed it in a corner of the ring.

"Um, there's a luggage storage area," Qingyu couldn't help but remind her.

“Important items should, of course, be carried with you at all times,” Leng Ran said seriously.

"What important items did you bring?" Qingyu asked.

"Food," he replied with a cold, proud air.

Qingyu remained silent. He decided to say as little as possible. Adhering to the principle of playing with a child and avoiding hurting anyone, he didn't make the standard preparatory movements. Instead, Leng Ran, who never underestimated any enemy, had already assumed a fighting stance.

"Both sides, get ready! Three, two, one!" The green light illuminates, signifying the official start of the match!

Leng Ran charged at the boy like a swift cheetah. By the time the boy reacted and raised his sword to block Leng Ran's wooden club, it was too late.

The boy felt as if his sword had been struck by some kind of giant beast, and before he knew it, he was easily and coldly disarmed.

The moment the light sword flew out, the boy instinctively tried to catch it back, not noticing Leng Ran's movements. He was knocked to the ground by a sweeping leg, while Leng Ran looked down at him, a wooden stick already pressed against his throat!

"Wow, this poor little brother is really something..." The boy, with a wooden stick pressed against his throat, swallowed hard.

"I surrender..."

"One side has conceded defeat, the match is over, the winner is 'the poor guy'."

The artificial intelligence issued a reminder, and Leng Ran put away her wooden stick, slung her small cloth bag over her shoulder, and prepared for the next match.

"Hey poor little brother, wait a minute." Qingyu also got up and called out to Leng Ran.

Leng Ran stopped in her tracks as she stepped off the stage and turned back to look.

"It's nothing, it's just that it's rare to see a master like you, thank you for going easy on me." Qingyu scratched her head sheepishly.

"Qingyu, I advise you not to show mercy to anyone." He looked coldly at the simple-minded young man in front of him, "Your kindness on the stage may one day ruin you."

Not wanting to say anything more, he turned and left the ring, boarded the shuttle bus in the waiting area, and prepared for the next match.

Leng Ran played five matches in a row, encountering all sorts of opponents, but managed to keep the time under five minutes each time. It was just a pity that the shuttle bus took too long to return to the waiting room, otherwise Leng Ran could have played a few more matches.

Among these opponents were young people like Qingyu, middle-aged people who came out to earn extra money, and vicious thugs.

Of course, the thug who had genuinely intended to kill Leng Ran had already been sent for emergency treatment and would not harm others for the time being.

If the artificial intelligence hadn't ended the game in time, or if Leng Ran hadn't brought a knife, he would have been dead.

It was getting late, so Leng Ran tossed aside the wooden stick and headed outside, preparing to meet with the regimental commander.

"Blackjack is so powerful! I'm raking in the money!"

"Arthur wasn't bad either. If he hadn't been fooled by the opponent's feint at the end, he wouldn't have been killed."

"You damn Arthur, pay me back!"

"Arthur and Blackjack have odds of 1.1 to 1.3, so Arthur should have the edge."

Leng Ran's ears perked up. The contestants' rules didn't mention any betting, so it probably wasn't organized by the arena officials; it was likely an outside shady betting operation, and it sounded like quite a few people were involved.

The commercial street is only a 20-minute walk from the border of C and D. Leng Ran bought a lot of street food for dinner, and packed an extra portion for the group leader's grandfather. Then, with a bag of food and the new shell of Yangon, she walked away in a very good mood.

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The boundary.

Leng Ran found a large rock to sit on, eating and waiting, but even after the sun set, there was still no sign of the regimental commander.

Something must have delayed things. Let's wait a bit longer; there's no point in rushing to look for them.

More than three hours later, with the moon high in the sky, Xue Lang finally arrived in his oxcart.

"Grandpa Commander!" Leng Ran waved to Xue Lang.

"Ah Li, have you been waiting long? You've run into some trouble." Xue Lang smiled kindly, but there was still a hint of melancholy between his brows.

"Soon after, Ali brought dinner to Grandpa Commander." Leng Ran put the dinner in the car.

"Okay, thank you for your kindness, Ali. I'll eat on the way." Xue Lang patted Leng Ran's head. "We need to hurry back, or your uncles and Xiao Han will worry."

"Hmm." Leng Ran nodded.

"Nighttime is dangerous. There might be strange beasts venturing out of the forest. Ali, be careful and on guard," Xue Lang said solemnly.

“No problem,” Leng Ran readily agreed.