Deep in the Living
Chapter 332 - 320 Open-air Fighting Hall

Chapter 332: Chapter 320 Open-air Fighting Hall

On the road from the northwest gate of the town to the town center,

a total of four decapitated bodies stripped of their clothes hang from street lamps,

each of their bodies bearing information about the opening of the Fighting Hall, and marked with the symbols of blood-stained skulls.

Whether it’s the external audience watching this drama,

or the participants who want to gain the recognition of Evil Play and obtain the "Hell Item - Play Brain", none have ever seen such a spectacle.

Perhaps out of curiosity,

perhaps having personally witnessed the frontal slaughter by the Corpse Mover,

or perhaps just happening to pass by,

the competitors who were supposed to be scattered in various corners of the town, hiding in the shadows, are now partly gathering towards the center, heading to the bell tower ahead of schedule.

This gathering naturally exposed many people, but they did not attack each other,

one reason being the fear of exposing their own positions to more people,

the other because there was something even more interesting ahead,

[Town Center]

A dark tower building stands here, with a large brass bell hanging at the top.

The base of the tower is closed with a built-in metal door, intricately carved with brain reliefs, with the left and right brains corresponding to the two door panels.

According to the rules, when the number of participants in the festival drops to the last ten, this door will open.

The festival has just begun, and the door is completely closed.

Something very interesting is happening at the crossroads about fifty meters away from the bell tower.

Sounds of strong and forceful physical collisions are continuously heard.

Under the illumination of the street lamps,

two demons, with their tops removed and weapons discarded, are engaged in a physical brawl at the crossroads.

No venomous ambushes,

no traps set,

no slashing of blades,

just the simplest physical collisions,

every impact of the body makes a noise, every direct punch brings the most direct physical damage.

The fight quickly ended with a victor,

the Corpse Mover, who issued the notice of the Fighting Hall, actually knocked down an opponent bigger than him, his fist smashing the opponent’s face inward.

Raising his blood-stained fist to declare victory.

This simple, direct physical conflict is too rare for creatures of the Dark Side, somehow their cold blood inside warms up, and some inexplicable impulse is gradually elicited.

After enjoying the thrill of victory, the Corpse Mover cuts off the dead’s head with a shovel, using the body as a "brush", utilizing the dark blood flowing from its neck, to draw a large enough circle at the crossroads.

Then, in the exact same way,

he strips the body of its clothing, writing conspicuous text on it.

But this time, the text and symbols are a bit different.

Front - ’Open-air Fighting Hall’

Back - ’↓’

Just as Luo Di had just hung the body and it fell to the ground,

Buzz!

A javelin about one meter long suddenly shot towards him, and it looked as if it was about to pierce through Luo Di’s body.

Twisting the foot, sidestepping, and grabbing... Snap!

The pale hand steadily grasped the shell-structured javelin.

Then,

Luo Di made a perfect javelin throw,

his eyes, gleaming gray, staring at where the ambusher was hiding... Buzz!

With full force,

the javelin directly shattered the eaves, and although the ambusher on top dodged, he was still scared into a cold sweat.

Luo Di, having injected himself with essence five times along the way, now had a moderately quality brain, with greatly enhanced physical strength, stamina, and mobility.

After the javelin counter-attack just now,

no one around the crossroads attempted an ambush for the time being,

Luo Di also roughly guessed that enough participants had gathered, and he could start his plan.

Raising his voice, elevating the tone.

"I’m very glad that everyone has received my message and is willing to take the risk of exposure to come here, to the impromptu Fighting Hall I’ve set up.

Due to manpower and resource limitations, I can’t build a ring, so I have to use this circle instead.

In my view, the efficiency of the death game designed by Evil Play is too low. With such an expansive town area, trying to get everyone skilled in stealth and assassination to fight down to the last ten would take at least three days."

In my world, there is an activity called "Fighting", which can be applied to the present situation. It not only saves a great deal of time but also maximizes everyone’s strength enhancement.

The rules are simple.

And I believe you all just saw them as well.

One-on-one,

Fixed area,

Discard weapons and armor, face each other with bare physicality, to return to the earliest form of True Hell, experiencing the combat style of our ancestors.

No longer consider the dangers lurking in the shadows,

No longer think about how to use the weapons in your hands,

No longer think about how to hide,

You just need to collide your body with the opponent’s, it’s that simple.

The winner gets to take the loser’s brain.

Those who want to experience can now step out from the darkness, being exposed under the lights might not be as scary as you think.

Looking forward to you bringing out your courage to participate in this fight, purer than a Spine.

Those who are not yet brave enough, or need to think it over, can choose to continue observing from the dark, as a quiet spectator. If the primal fight excites you, it’s not too late to join later.

Of course,

If someone’s ideals completely contradict those of the Fighting Hall, please leave and continue your game of hide-and-seek elsewhere.

Do not intervene in the fighting... or I will definitely kill you!

If the number of participants is sufficient, I will gradually expand the scale. When the number reaches a certain amount, I will initiate betting mode, allowing the outside spectators to indirectly participate by betting their brains.

Those who want to participate in the fight, please cherish this opportunity.

If anyone dares to disrupt our primal pleasures, let’s kill them together."

Luo Di’s speech ended,

but the Crossroad was as silent as usual, without a single response.

Most participants still chose to observe, not daring to make a rash move, until... heavy footsteps approached from straight ahead on the street.

The figure appearing in the view was not those from before with small builds conducive to hiding, but a participant over three meters tall, covered in a pitch-black shell.

In Evil Play, there were also members adept at direct combat,

and their combat techniques were all aimed at the opponent’s weaknesses,

"Let me try..."

Jumping forcefully.

Boom!

Over five hundred pounds of robust body heavily landed within the circle transformed by Luo Di.

"I have no weapons, and the shell on my body is part of my flesh? According to your fighting rules, this should qualify, right?"

"It qualifies."

Just as Luo Di smiled in response,

a fist as big as a sandbag was already closing in,

but Luo Di did not dodge, only shifting his left foot back, setting his stance, lowering his center of gravity.

Eating the punch head-on, he also threw a heavy right hook straight to the opponent’s jaw.

Blood splattered, teeth flew!

Even though Luo Di had prepared his stance, he was still hurled away, nearly falling outside the circle.

The giant before him, though not thrown, suffered a strong concussion from the heavy blow to his jaw.

He knelt on one knee, almost collapsing. Shaking his head, he felt the world spinning around.

Bloody-faced Luo Di coughed up a lot of blood, then got up again, approaching the opponent inside the circle.

The opponent, smelling the danger, also forced himself to stand despite the dizziness.

Another exchange of punches, no dodging, both relying on their physical toughness to endure.

Crack~

The pitch-black shell cracked under a punch.

Luo Di took a punch directly, retreating three steps to stabilize himself. The opponent, due to severe dizziness, had greatly reduced punching power.

Continuously swinging punches,

continuously taking hits,

continuously bleeding,

The 75 kg Luo Di actually forced the opponent, who was more than 250 kg, to retreat repeatedly, eventually collapsing heavily as he stepped over the boundary line.

Luo Di readjusted his dislocated jaw, spat out broken teeth, and raised his blood-stained right arm.

Declaring victory once more.

For some reason,

what was supposed to be a cold night somehow felt a bit warmer, even getting a bit stifling...