Ninth class citizen

Chapter 258 Where is there any future?

“Isn’t it obvious?” one of the two burly men escorting Nan Rong said. “You still have two warm-up matches to fight before you can be promoted to a formal gladiator.”

In just one night, Nan Rong's deeds had spread to every corner of the Blackthorn Arena.

She poisoned Qiang Ge upon her arrival, killed a fifth-tier giant Taram spider in a life-or-death situation, reawakened her wind and fire elemental supernatural skills to save everyone, and even gained the favor of the eldest son of the Dantes family that very night, spending a night with him—making her one of the most legendary newcomers in recent years. Therefore, they were willing to make an exception and say a few words to her.

More importantly, they were both involved in an inside bet about her, betting on whether she could survive the remaining two rookie matches.

"But I haven't had breakfast yet!" Nan Rong's stomach rumbled loudly.

"Either come out alive or you won't need to eat anymore," Wang Feng said sinisterly as he emerged from behind.

He was filled with lingering fear; if Brother Qiang hadn't forcibly taken him away halfway, he would have been the one poisoned to death.

The little girl in front of him completely disregarded his kindness in taking her away from the auction house; she was a heartless poisonous pepper.

Fortunately, the young master was well aware of this and even sent someone to deliver a message, so he would definitely take good care of her.

The screams came from the arena, but were instantly drowned out by the deafening cheers.

Nan Rong saw the horrific scene through the fence: a man lay in a pool of blood, and three two-meter-tall, second-tier ringed fanged beasts were tearing and gnawing at his flesh.

The man soon fell silent, with only his exposed legs occasionally twitching.

"Scared?" Wang Feng stood in front of Nan Rong, looking directly into her eyes. "No, you're not scared. These fanged beasts are far inferior to the Taram Giant Spiders; they're just a piece of cake for you. So...weapons are probably unnecessary, right?"

The grille fell behind Nan Rong. The three agile, ring-patterned, fanged beasts had already devoured the previous losers, leaving not even bone fragments, but only a layer of sticky blood on the reddish-brown sand.

This blood will be dried and cracked by the night winds of Tulan Star, repeatedly trampled by countless feet of all sizes, and eventually mixed into the reddish-brown sand, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

The three-headed ringed fanged beast in the distance lowered its body slightly, its six yellowish-brown vertical pupils staring intently at the girl entering the arena.

Not only them, but the audience on stage were also staring at her.

Women are rarely seen in the arena, especially a frail young girl who looks delicate and weak. Her exposed arms and calves are covered in scars, and her slender body looks like it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

She walked into the arena empty-handed, her eyes numb and empty with fear, clearly indicating that she was no match for these ringed fanged beasts.

The ticket prices for the morning session and the evening session are very different, and the target audiences are different. The audience members in the venue are not familiar with Nan Rong's track record.

In their eyes, such a frail girl might be suitable for other situations, but she would be completely unwatchable in the arena.

They paid for tickets to get here to watch a closely fought battle, to get the adrenaline rush from the clash of blood and sweat, the alternation of hope and despair, not just to watch people feed the beasts!

As the audience erupted in cheers, a video was simultaneously projected onto the circular projection screen above the arena.

The video is a montage of last night's battle, highlighting only a portion of Nan Rong's actions: navigating beneath the giant spider, desperately climbing its back, striking its head, pulling out her right arm covered in white brain tissue, and finally standing upright atop the mountain of spider corpses. The video ends with a freeze-frame on Nan Rong's face, half splattered with blue spider blood.

There was no joy on his face at killing the powerful beast; his expression remained calm and indifferent, as if he didn't think there was anything to praise about such a victory.

Her name and information were displayed in the upper right corner of the large screen.

Nan Rong, 18 years old, was a student at the top high school in the Delin Federation. Due to an accident, her genes degenerated.
After a brief silence, a huge cheer erupted from the audience.

"I knew it! Blackthorn wouldn't just send any woman into battle. Now I know why!"

"The night games were absolutely amazing—even just a few clips were incredibly exciting. I'll definitely save up for night tickets next time!"

"This female slave looks thin and small, but she's quite bold and intelligent, and has a certain charm!"

"If she can kill such a huge spider, what are a few second-tier fanged beasts? Place your bets, bet on her to win decisively!"

"I'll buy too! Anyone who doesn't dare seize such a great opportunity would be a fool!"

"I'm going all in! 3000 Chaos Coins, that's my entire fortune! My little slave girl better live up to my expectations!"

In an instant, countless spectators rushed to place their bets, resulting in a rare one-sided distribution of chips. Manager Wu watched the numbers continue to soar upwards, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl upwards.

The deputy standing to the side watched with trepidation: "Manager, what if she wins? There are already nearly 50 Chaos Coins betting on a complete victory, and more than 100 million betting on a comeback after being injured. There are hardly any people who think she can lose."

"What do you know?" Manager Wu raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking about what the doctor had said yesterday: "Last night's victory is unrepeatable; she can't possibly walk out alive."

The battle began the moment Nan Rong appeared on stage.

The three-headed, ring-patterned, fanged beast forms a triangle around Nan Rong, gradually shrinking the encirclement inwards.

They were social, second-tier beasts with the instinct and experience to hunt in groups. They were approaching step by step, their brownish-yellow eyes flashing with mockery.

Nan Rong appeared calm and collected on the surface, but deep down she was suffering terribly.

"Tuanzi, I'm completely helpless right now, so I'll leave this place to you?"

"Ah? No, Master! The Dean has already sealed my abilities remotely. Now I can only rely on your power. Of course, once you comprehend the 'Theory of the Origin of the Universe,' these little beasts will tremble at the mere smell of your presence!"

"And now? If we can't get past this hurdle today, what future is there? Damn it!"

She tumbled to the ground in a sorry state, narrowly avoiding the pounce of a ringed fanged beast, but its sharp claws, which were twenty centimeters long, still managed to tear her ribs.

A clamor erupted from the stands, with waves of curses directed at Nan Rong, while Jelly Dumpling's worried voice echoed in her mind: "Master, you must do your best!"

Nan Rong dug her knuckles deep into the sand, her eyes fixed intently on the beast that had attacked her earlier. As it lunged again, she chose the right angle and quickly flipped to the side.