Ninth class citizen

Chapter 271 Gladiators

Nan Rong stopped what she was doing and wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead.

Absorption is effortless, with all the cells in the body rejoicing; however, feeding back into the body is extremely difficult.

Not a single cell was willing to release the energy it had ingested, so despite her great effort, she only managed to squeeze out this tiny bit.

However, this should be enough for him to last until the end of the match.

Nan Rong returned to the officer's side, moved him behind her, and struck a pose with her short sword in hand before breaking the stagnation.

After fully understanding the content of the second section, she figured out on her own how to enter and exit this special state.

Entering requires a high level of concentration and clearing your mind as much as possible, while leaving is even simpler.

With her current abilities, she couldn't possibly maintain this state for long anyway. She could simply have the thought of recovering and immediately exit the state.

The gelatinous membrane vanished instantly, and Nan Rong rejoined the arena. As cheers filled the air once more, Nan Rong's blade plunged into the neck of an enemy from below.

The metal-based extraordinary techniques attached to the sword silently switched, and the sword tip suddenly grew an inch or so inside the human body, smashing the brain to pieces.

With pupils widening in hatred and confusion, Nan Rong drew her short sword and blocked the heavy punch thrown by the last enemy.

He was habitually swinging the energy blade, but the energy suddenly ran out, and the blade could not be generated at all.

But so what? Even with just these two spiked iron fists, he could kill the remaining two slaves! Especially this female slave, who killed two of his brothers; she must not die a quick death!
However, when the short blade reached his body, an unexpected scene unfolded.

The originally cold and hard exoskeleton armor suddenly began to tremble strangely, starting from the point of contact between the blade tips.

Countless tiny hexagonal alloy grains slid down from the outside of the armor, gradually extending into the interior, revealing the warrior hidden inside the alloy shell.

The martial artist's lips were missing a small portion, making him look somewhat terrifying.

At this moment, his cleft lip was wide open, and he couldn't close it for a long time—he was clearly stunned by the strange change before his eyes.

Despite being an experienced warrior, the cleft-lipped warrior still possessed the instincts to fight, even without his outer armor. He instinctively leaped backward to avoid the blade that was within reach.

The speed of a mid-level fourth-tier martial artist is significantly different from that of a lower-level one; normally, Nan Rong would not be able to keep up.

He had already devised seven or eight ways to retaliate, all ruthless and practical, capable of quickly eliminating the female slave before him.
However, things didn't go as planned. Despite pushing his speed to the maximum, Nan Rong remained close by, the short knife pressed against his chest showing no sign of loosening, and even probing slightly deeper.

A sharp pain shot through him, and a fierce look appeared on the face of the cleft-lipped warrior. He grabbed Nan Rong's wrist, which was holding the knife, and used a fourth-tier instant-cast martial skill: Meteor Force.

He was absolutely certain that Nan Rong's arm would be broken into several pieces like a stick, and that the short knife, along with her slender hand, would plunge into her own chest.

The thought of that scene where blood and beauty intertwined caused his missing lips to curl upwards, revealing an ugly black hole.

The excruciating pain in his chest quickly contorted his face into a grotesque grimace.

That seemingly frail arm, as if forged from the hardest cobalt alloy, plunged the blade deep into his heart without the slightest hesitation. Blood spilled from the cleft-lipped warrior's lips, and he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes still open.

The audience erupted in shouts of abuse. The gamblers who had lost money were jumping up and down, hurling insults at the entire exoskeleton team that had been wiped out.

The battle ended, and the grille rose.

"He's still alive!" The officer scooped up his comrade and rushed into the grille.

Behind him, Nan Rong flicked his wrist, creating a series of dazzling knife flourishes that sent the metal coins that were being thrown at them flying.

Steward Wu, who was standing guard at the door, found it hard to describe his feelings at that moment.

The exoskeleton team was completely wiped out, which was both unexpected and expected.

The main reason is that Nan Rong's performance on the field was too incredible. How could he kill three opponents who were comparable to the upper level of the fifth rank so easily?

Those alloy exoskeleton armors were all painstakingly modified by the three deceased. They invested almost all the bounties they won in the gladiatorial combat into these armors, only to have them mysteriously turn into a pile of scrap?
With numerous questions swirling in his mind, Steward Wu even forgot about the bleak ending he was about to face.

"You used to possess metal-based extraordinary abilities?" he asked.

This was the most reasonable guess he could think of. Although he had never heard of any metal-based extraordinary skill that could turn iron into dust.

"You figured it out." Nan Rong nodded in response.

She felt this kind of imagining was very appropriate, and she also sensed a faint pity in his eyes.

But this did not change the bad impression that Steward Wu had in her mind.

Before the battle, this person kept saying he would take care of me, but then he turned around and released such a strong team of opponents. If I hadn't had a trump card, I would definitely be dead by now.

There's no one good in this Blackthorn Arena. What they say and what they do are completely different things. They're still pretending to be virtuous. They're all scum!

"There's no saving him." The doctor stood up, wiped the blood from his hands, and shook his head at the officer: "The injuries are too severe. Even a general-purpose gene repair agent wouldn't be of any use, let alone a specially formulated gene repair solution."

"Impossible!" The officer grabbed his arm urgently, pleading, "He's still alive, still breathing! He's in good physical condition and has a strong will to live. If he soaks in the gene repair fluid, he'll definitely survive!"

The doctor frowned, and two burly men immediately stepped forward, roughly pulling the officer aside and kicking him: "What kind of thing is this, daring to be disrespectful to the doctor!"

The officer did not resist, letting them kick and beat him, but his eyes turned to Steward Wu: "Sir Steward, we have passed the rookie competition three times and become official gladiators. As long as we are not dead, we can receive treatment—this is what you said, you cannot go back on your word!"

The doctor took a clean silk handkerchief from his pocket, carefully wiped his hands, and said to Steward Wu with disdain, "These brutes just don't understand human language. It's not that we don't want to treat them, but that we can't save them—it's a miracle they've survived this long with a completely collapsed sternum like this."

"Alright." Steward Wu was annoyed by the commotion. "I can promise you that I won't feed the corpse to the beasts, and I'll bury it in the gladiator's cemetery. Now I'll have someone take you upstairs to settle in."

"Wait a moment." Nan Rong took out a test tube that shimmered with a silvery-white light from the inside pocket of her clothes: "I have one last vial of waste liquid. Since the person is already like this, I might as well give it one more try."

Five minutes after the waste fluid was injected, the dying man's chest rose again, and his heart began to beat strongly.