Ninth class citizen

Chapter 259 A New Perspective

Although Nan Rong's physical fitness has declined significantly, his hard-earned combat instincts remain.

The timing was perfect, and the angle was cleverly chosen. Apart from the fact that the movements couldn't keep up with the thought process and the brain was a beat slow, there were no other problems.

The ringed fanged beast, unable to turn in mid-air, collided with another of its kind that was leaping high toward Nan Rong, and both fell to the ground.

Without hesitation, Nan Rong jumped up and sprinted towards the northeast of the arena at top speed.

Enraged by the escape of its prey, the three-headed ringed fanged beast let out a deafening roar, and its body visibly swelled to a larger size.

"They've gone berserk!" The audience erupted in excitement, as if injected with adrenaline. "Nan Rong, don't be a coward, kill them!"

"Just a little bit more! Master, dodge to the right! Then to the left!" Jelly Dumpling excitedly commanded, helping Nan Rong dodge the wind blades one after another.

This is the power of the two-ringed fanged beast after it goes berserk. With Nan Rong's current physique, it would be difficult for him to dodge it on his own.

Speed ​​was also a major problem. Even with her best efforts, she couldn't widen the gap between herself and the three beasts behind her, and the gap was even narrowing.

Keen-eyed viewers had already spotted Nan Rong's target through the enlarged screen.

Just a hundred meters directly in front of her lay a short knife with its tip broken!

"Wasn't that what the slaves threw away in the last round?" someone remembered.

"Alright! Let's get our weapons ready and start fighting back! I can't wait!"

"Nanrong! Nanrong! Victory is certain! Victory is certain!" Countless voices shouted.

She ran with all her might, reaching the limit of her physical speed, feeling as if her lungs were on fire, her breathing hot and heavy.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, ten meters, five meters, three meters
A foul stench came from behind, accompanied by Tuanzi's piercing scream: "Master, lie down!"

Nan Rong leaped forward, lunging towards the broken sword. As she fell, a ringed, fanged beast swept past her, its claws leaving several deep, long wounds on her back.

"Thump!" She fell heavily to the ground, blood gushing from the wounds on her back and ribs, seeping into the reddish-brown sand.

Her blood was warm, but Nan Rong's heart had turned cold.

The dagger was just a short distance in front of her, within reach—but the moment she reached out, a small patch of sand in front of her suddenly sank. And the dagger, right before Nan Rong's eyes, completely disappeared into the sand.

Unwilling to let her hopes of turning the tide vanish, she immediately plunged her hand into the sand and dug with all her might, but there was no trace of the dagger beneath the sand.

"What's going on?!" The viewers who had placed huge bets were even more anxious than Nan Rong.

However, some level-headed viewers saw through the deception: "Those were weapons from the previous match, which were cleaned up and recycled by the arena."

"It's alright. A broken sword won't affect the battle. In the end, we still have to rely on Nan Rong himself."

"I don't think she's very reliable. The war has only been going on for a short time, and she's already sustained several injuries!"

"She has to be reliable! I've staked so much money on her—I absolutely can't lose!"

"Hehehe." In the monitoring room, Wang Feng watched Nan Rong's momentary lapse in concentration and patted the operator on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Well done."

The latter looked flattered and said, "Brother Feng, you flatter me. This is nothing. Should I help you create some more obstacles?"

Beneath the sandy ground of the Blackthorn Arena, there are various mechanisms, which not only facilitate the cleaning of various limbs and debris, but also allow for many other tasks, including the grease sprayed last night.

In addition, the outcome of a gladiatorial contest can be altered through subtle adjustments.

For example, a gladiator might slip, or trip over a suddenly appearing object—seemingly accidental, but these could disrupt the balance at a crucial moment and change the final winner. These details aren't shown on the big screen. Only those on the inside know that the outcome of those heavily bet matches is actually controlled by the arena.

Despite the excruciating pain, Nan Rong quickly rolled several times to dodge the successive wind blades.

But at that moment, a forepaw suddenly pressed down on her left shoulder, and five sharp claws mercilessly pierced into her shoulder blade, pinning her to the ground.

A large amount of blood gushed out, and the jelly dumpling's warning and exclamation echoed in Nan Rong's mind.

The disappointed audience jumped up and hurled all sorts of sharp and vicious curses and insults at her.

The enormous beast head drew closer, and saliva dripped from its sharp fangs onto Nan Rong's head.

She turned her face away, avoiding the pungent, fishy stench emanating from the gaping jaws of the beast, and with a swift motion, grabbed a handful of sand and forcefully splattered it into the brownish-yellow beast's eyes.

The sudden, intense pain caused the ringed fanged beast to pull away from the claws that were restraining Nan Rong, and it raised its head and let out a painful wail.

The moment Nan Rong broke free of control, she desperately scrambled to her feet, trying to escape.

"Master, be careful!" Tuanzi's warning came at the same time as two wind blades. Nan Rong dodged one in a sorry state, but the second wind blade pierced his right leg.

Ignoring the pain, she struggled to back away, dragging her injured foot, but two other ringed fanged beasts arrived like the wind, surrounding her from the front and back.

The beast whose eyes were blinded by sand and dust rushed over with tears streaming down its face.

As her strength gradually drained away with the loss of blood, Nan Rong collapsed to the ground with a bitter laugh, knowing that there was no longer any chance of escape.

Those who witnessed this scene knew that in the next moment, she would be torn to pieces and swallowed whole by the berserk beasts.

"Eat her! Eat her!" the audience shouted angrily, deeply disgusted by the culprit who had caused them to lose money.

But Nan Rong didn't want to die. The sharp claws and fangs were so close, the pain from all her wounds, her heart pounding rapidly in her death throes, and the blood rushing past her ears like a tide.
As if some special switch had been flipped, everything in front of Nan Rong became incredibly slow again.

The ferocious and grotesque beasts, the guests in the audience, and their shouts all seemed to be frozen in a sticky, gelatinous substance, their movements so slow as to be negligible.

She had experienced this situation twice before, and each time it saved her from certain death.

She felt a little calmer and recalled what Jelly Dumpling had said the night before.

"Tuanzi?" she asked in her mind. "Is it only under these circumstances that I can absorb free particles and utilize cosmic energy, as you said?"

She heard no reply. Just as she was about to ask again, a few lines of gold-embossed text suddenly appeared in her mind.

That's from "The Origin of the Universe".

To be precise, it was the first paragraph of the first section of the introduction, which she had read several times last night but still couldn't understand.

It consists of only three lines, totaling less than one hundred characters.

She stared intently at the words, but still found them obscure and difficult to understand.

However, the gilded lettering began to rotate on its own, and when it became blurry, it suddenly transformed into a circle of golden light that radiated outwards.

With a loud "boom," Nan Rong's dizziness caused by the excruciating pain and blood loss vanished, and her mind became incredibly clear.

However, what surprised her even more was yet to come.

Everything in her field of vision was being distorted and reconstructed. The fur of the three-headed ringed fanged beast faded and disappeared in her eyes, replaced by three intertwined, tangled streams of earthy yellow energy.