Ninth class citizen

Chapter 249 Newcomer Survival Extreme Challenge
The several men who rushed in ignored Nan Rong, but immediately examined Brother Qiang's body.

"Manager Wu, Brother Qiang is really dead!" Someone said in panic, "How could this woman do this!"

"Who told you to use the highest setting to shock it? Even if the crocodile is dead now, how can you torture it?"

"The eldest young master is still waiting for Brother Qiang's reply. If something happens at this time, how are we going to explain it to him?"

"It's all Wang Feng's fault. He was the one who gave the woman to Brother Qiang. He can't deny the responsibility."

"You're right. Take some people to tie up Wang Feng, and carry the body to see the young master."

"Yes! Manager Wu!" Someone ran out immediately.

Soon more people rushed over, first carrying Brother Qiang onto a stretcher, and then coming over to carry Nan Rong.

"Hey, this woman is still alive!"

The staff here had cleaned up countless corpses, and electrocuting gladiators who tried to escape was commonplace, so they immediately noticed that something was wrong with Nan Rong.

"The body is warm and the pulse is weak, how is this possible!" said another person who was squatting down to check.

"Did you choose the wrong electric shock gear just now? This is perfect, we have one more survivor." The man looked at Nan Rong's closed eyes and curled his lips:

"She might as well have died just now. Now it won't be so easy if she wants to die again."

Nan Rong was carried into a very bright room, so bright that even with her eyes closed, she could still see a white light in front of her eyes.

"That's it." The chief steward Wu respectfully described the previous events briefly to the others: "Master, how do you think we should deal with this?"

There was silence in the room for a moment, and then a feminine voice was heard: "A fool who can't control his lower body, let him die. Let Wang Feng take his place. As for this little girl..."

The man stood up, walked slowly to Nan Rong, leaned over to take a look, and said indifferently: "If she can wake up before nightfall, let her participate in tonight's warm-up match. Otherwise, throw her into the alien beast cave as feed."

Nan Rong was sent back to the alloy cage. Her body was weak and sore, but her mind was the opposite. She kept thinking about the strange situation when she was electrocuted.

The electric current was really strong, just as the person said before, enough to electrocute a crocodile.

But that was only the initial feeling. When her body reached its limit, the excess current actually went up and overflowed from somewhere above her head.

Could it be that there is a lightning rod on her head, which was commonly used by ancient people?

Nan Rong almost laughed at the ridiculous idea.

Since she couldn't figure it out, she stopped thinking about it. There were still a few hours before nightfall, so she simply fell asleep.

She didn't know that when she was asleep, a strand of emerald green hair hidden among her black hair emitted a very faint light.

It was blue-purple at first, and then turned into light green.

The originally violent electric current was transformed into strands of lively, vigorous power, which were slowly injected into Nan Rong's body, silently repairing the cells and tissues burned by lightning.

When he woke up again, Nan Rong felt relaxed all over, and all the previous tiredness and aches were gone.

She opened her eyes, turned over and sat up, just in time to meet the two men's eyes.

"You woke up at a good time." Chief Steward Wu's sarcastic voice came from outside the alloy cage: "If that's the case, then hurry out. The warm-up match will start soon."

Nan Rong walked past the two men who were about to send her to the strange beast cave and walked out of the alloy cage.

Someone gave her a palm-length dagger with a wooden handle. The dagger was not sharp, and there were several visible notches on the blade. The same was true for the other people who were about to go on the field. They had no protective gear on their bodies and were holding crudely made weapons in their hands.

Rusty iron swords, long knives, small axes and even wooden spears.

Because Nan Rong joined the team last, the weapons he got were the ones that were left over by others.

The shortest and the most useless.

"Fight well." Chief Wu said, "If you survive three warm-up matches, you can be promoted from a slave to a formal gladiator. Not only will your living quarters and treatment be improved, but you can also get treatment from a doctor if you get injured."

This concise and effective pre-match mobilization indeed gave rise to a glimmer of hope in many people's eyes.

Manager Wu sneered secretly, said no more, and took his team of twenty people to the elevator leading to the stadium.

As soon as I got off the elevator, I heard a deafening cheer.

Beyond the rusty grille at the end of the passage is a circular arena with a diameter of one kilometer.

Dozens of searchlights illuminated the venue, and the audience was packed with people waving glow sticks. Their excited faces cheering wildly formed a sharp contrast with the solemn expressions of the new slaves who were about to fight.

Above the audience seats, a circular holographic projection was playing clips of past gladiatorial fights: human-animal fights with broken limbs flying everywhere, metal coins thrown by the audience hitting the gladiator's head and triggering a spike trap; heavy mechas hundreds of meters high fighting against multiple medium-sized mechas.
At the top of the projection screen, a line of scarlet characters scrolled the upcoming event:

Game 20: Newcomer Survival Extreme Challenge: 5 people versus the giant spider Taram, historical challenge survival rate <%.

The people who are about to go on stage cannot see this line of words due to their limited vision.

The rusty alloy grille slowly rose with a harsh friction sound, and Nan Rong and others were driven into the circular arena, stepping on the ochre sandy ground mixed with bone fragments and blood mud.

The lingering smell of blood and the sour stench filled their faces, causing them to unconsciously tighten their simple weapons.

Among the twenty new slaves, half were prisoners of war from Planet Eta, and the other half were of various identities.

But apart from Nan Rong, the worst one is also a second-level combat professional.

"Don't panic!" a prisoner of war from Eta shouted.

He was obviously the most senior person among the prisoners, and his voice was calm and very encouraging:
"You are all well-trained warriors. Just listen to my command. No matter what kind of monster comes, I am sure I can get you out alive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous cheers suddenly erupted from the audience.

The gate on the opposite side burst open, and a five-story-high Taram spider stepped into the venue with its limbs covered with steel-needle-like bristles. Its eight compound eyes flashed with faint green phosphorescence, and the two sickle-shaped chelicerae on its lower jaw dripped corrosive venom from time to time, burning wisps of green smoke on the sand.

"Opening! If all are wiped out within five minutes, the odds are 1.2 to 1! If all are wiped out after ten minutes, the odds are 1.5 to 1! If more than five people survive, the odds are 2 to 1, and if a successful counterattack is made, the odds are 5 to 1! Hurry up and place your bets!"

The audience wearing mechanical goggles slapped the railings, glanced at the slaves' trembling weapons, and quickly operated the betting machines in front of them.

"Why isn't there an option to wipe out everything in three minutes?"

"That red-haired one looks strong, maybe he can chop off a spider's leg?"

"Fortune comes with risk, I'll just bet on a successful counterattack! Guys, don't let me down - no, why is there a little girl in there?"

Inside the VIP viewing platform suspended a hundred meters in the air, someone chuckled.

"Looking at the patterns on the spider's abdomen, it's at least at the peak of the fifth level." The silver-haired young man shook his ice wine, tapped his knuckles on the holographic projection of the poison sac, and said to his friends around him: "And the pair of spinning devices, as long as they release a spider web once..."

Before he finished his words, the giant spider suddenly raised its head and let out a series of high-frequency hisses, and the spinning organs on its abdomen sprayed out silver threads all over the sky!