Ninth class citizen

Chapter 277 Component Master
At the elevator entrance is a free market covering several hundred square meters, where many gladiators are setting up stalls to sell their surplus weapons and equipment.

Nan Rong casually picked up a crescent-shaped second-tier ice-type extraordinary weapon and asked its price. The other party immediately quoted 30,000 Thorn Coins.

She didn't buy anything, but looked at other weapons and equipment to get a general idea of ​​the market situation here.

They basically cater to different customers, charging prices arbitrarily without any discernible pattern.

Further inside, there are all sorts of shops, selling not only weapons and armor, but also exoskeletons, miniature mechs, and medium-sized mechs.

Nan Rong found the innermost shop, and before even entering, she heard a strong, resonant voice:

"Step back, all of you step back! What are you doing standing so close together? You're interfering with my design process. If problems arise, you'll be the ones who suffer!"

Why does that voice sound so familiar?
Nan Rong subconsciously quickened her pace, swimming upstream like a fish through the crowd, and soon stood at the innermost side, where she saw a chubby little boy with a round, puffy face waving a luminous pen in his hand.

"Juniper," she couldn't help but whisper.

A mist rose from the depths of her eyes, Nan Rong's nose tingled, but the corners of her lips curled up.

The chubby boy glared at her disapprovingly: "What's wrong with you? Can't you understand me? Get out of here! I'm in a bad mood today, no new orders!"

Nan Rong came to her senses. That's right, now the chubby boy, who is also Master Yuwen's youngest disciple, Du Song, like the other comrades, no longer remembers her.

But shouldn't he be staying with Master Yuwen in the Kungu Empire? Why is he in the Chaotic Starfield, in a place like the arena?

Just as she was about to ask a few more questions, someone reached out and pulled her from behind: "What are you still dawdling about? Didn't you hear what Master Tian said?"

Nan Rong deftly dodged the other person's hand and asked in confusion, "Master Tian?"

"You don't even recognize Master Tian?" The man with a scar on his right cheek looked her up and down, then suddenly laughed.

"A low-level gladiator coming here to order Master Tian's stuff? Are you kidding me?"

The crowd that had retreated to the doorway turned around, and countless gleaming eyes fell on Nan Rong's face and body. Many people's eyes revealed a strange light.

Most of them wore red bracelets, representing high-ranking gladiators, while a few wore yellow bracelets, representing mid-ranking gladiators. None of them wore green bracelets like Nan Rong.

Master Tian frowned impatiently: "If you have something to say, go outside and talk. Don't make a scene here!"

"Yes, yes," the scarred man said with a fawning smile. "I'll take her away right away. You'll have to keep a close eye on that extraordinary item I ordered!"

Master Tian casually waved his hand and turned back to continue drawing the design on the virtual screen.

Without hesitation, the scarred man swung a long whip crackling with electricity, aiming to wrap it around Nan Rong.

Electric-type fourth-tier extraordinary skill, Lightning Whip.

If it were to strike, the little girl might not die, but she would certainly suffer terribly, lose all ability to resist, and be completely at the mercy of others.

Nan Rong deftly tumbled through the air, dodging the inevitable blow. But the whip, like a leech, relentlessly pursued her.

Those present watched this scene indifferently, while some licked their lips and revealed malicious smiles.

At the level of high-ranking gladiators, the pressure of each battle is immense. No one knows what kind of event they will be assigned to, nor can anyone guarantee that they will survive until the end of the event.

So during their post-war rest period, besides strengthening their own capabilities, they sought ways to indulge in pleasure.

A clueless low-level gladiator who stumbled into Master Tian's shop, and a rare little girl with a cool and aloof appearance, was the perfect toy. "Han Lei beat me to it," someone whispered.

“He’s not the type to eat alone, nor does he have the means to do so.”

"We'll draw lots later to decide who goes first."

"Who else wants to participate? Let's just say so. There's no need to ruin our relationship over something like this."

While they were talking, Nan Rong continued to weave through the whip's shadows unscathed, without even breaking a sweat, displaying a calm and composed demeanor.

Master Tian was still disturbed by the sound of the electric whip hitting the ground.

He sighed, put down the Radiant Brush, and turned to say, "If you want to fight, go outside. If you break anything in my house, you won't be able to afford to pay for it even in your next life!"

The person standing at the door also spoke in a sarcastic tone:

"Han Lei, are you still recovering from your injury? You still can't handle a little girl after all this time?"

"That's right, why don't you step back first and let me help you? But you can forget about winning the first prize in a bit." The tall, burly man with a gold tooth grinned.

Han Lei's face turned cold from their teasing, and the current on his whip suddenly thickened, becoming much faster than before.

A clear female voice suddenly rang out: "I want to ask, if you injure someone here, do you have to pay compensation?"

"Of course not," someone answered instinctively, then realized the voice came from the girl who was surrounded by lightning whips, and was somewhat taken aback.

"Hehehe, this little girl is really interesting." The tall, burly man with a mouthful of gold teeth said loudly, "Go ahead and do it. If you can really kill Han Lei, I'll pay you 50,000 Thorn Coins."

"Fifty thousand Thorn Coins for a life? You don't have to pay if I'm not dead?" Nan Rong smiled slightly, and suddenly a thick layer of rock covered her right arm and palm: "Thank you, but no need."

As soon as she finished speaking, she grabbed the lightning whip with her right hand and pulled the unsuspecting Han Lei in front of her.

The latter reacted extremely quickly, immediately activating the defensive supernatural item hanging around his neck, and a milky white protective shield quickly enveloped his body.

This is a level four defensive shield, which in principle can withstand a full-force attack from a medium-sized mech cannon. Few in the gladiator arena can break through it. It is a life-saving item that Han Lei commissioned from Master Tian at great expense.

The onlookers were also surprised that Nan Rong could make Han Lei use this extraordinary item, and they all lowered their evaluation of his strength in their minds.

Nan Rong's eyes sparkled, and everyone in front of her froze instantly.

She wasn't greedy; she simply absorbed all the energy flow from the extraordinary item, then emerged from her stagnant state refreshed and sent the person flying with a powerful palm strike.

Once the superhuman loses its protective shield and is approached by a martial artist, it becomes utterly vulnerable.

The high-ranking gladiators blocking the doorway quickly made way, allowing Han Lei to fly out of the house and crash heavily onto the open ground.

They couldn't see clearly or understand how Nan Rong broke through that troublesome fourth-order protective shield in an instant.

Master Tian showed no concern for the outcome of the battle, only waving his hand repeatedly at Nan Rong, who was still inside the house: "Finished? Hurry up and go!"

Nan Rong not only ignored him, but instead walked straight to the void screen, pointed to the blank space below the design drawing, and said:

"Perhaps we could add a compressed pattern here."