Ninth class citizen

Chapter 285 A Deal

Ji Jun's large eyes instantly welled up with tears.

The dark-skinned, thin young man gently squeezed his hand and said to Nan Rong, "Does it matter? Once you're in the arena, you're an opponent. It's either you kill someone or someone kills you—instead of blaming a child, you should think carefully about what position you're on when you say these words."

Nan Rong ignored him. She stared intently into Ji Jun's eyes: "You said you wanted to become a gladiator and fight for yourself. If that's the case, why are you so afraid to admit it?"

The boy suddenly straightened his back: "I was the one who manipulated them into killing each other. Sister, will you blame me for this?"

"Why?" Nan Rong's voice turned cold: "What are they to you?"

Ji Jun stared straight into her eyes, then suddenly covered his mouth and laughed.

"What is he?" He laughed so hard he almost fell over. "Just a piece of trash. He survived only because my father sacrificed himself, and then he stupidly fell into a trap and was tricked into being sold to this godforsaken place."

"They're just as useless here. They say they'll protect me, but they're completely incapable, causing me to be humiliated time and time again—letting them die in the arena is already too good for them."

Looking at the boy's matter-of-fact expression, Nan Rong suddenly felt a sense of weakness.

She didn't want to say another word to him and turned to enter the elevator.

But the dark-skinned, thin young man reached out and stopped her.

“Wait a minute,” he said. “I came here specifically to discuss a deal with you.”

"A deal?" Nan Rong's gaze swept across his face and landed on Ji Jun's face.

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

The dark-skinned, thin young man glanced at Manager Fang and reached out to pull Nan Rong away: "Let's talk somewhere else."

As a mid-stage fifth-tier martial artist, he didn't believe Nan Rong could dodge this attack.

But Nan Rong simply turned slightly to the side and dodged him, entering the elevator.

The dark-skinned, thin young man pulled Ji Jun along and followed her into the elevator.

The alloy door closed, and the elevator descended.

"Give me a Tier 1 C-grade gene optimizer, and I guarantee you'll leave tonight's team battle alive," the dark-skinned, thin young man offered.

"So it was about the medicine." Nan Rong glanced at Ji Jun: "He really tells you everything, which is quite unexpected."

Ji Jun didn't quite understand what she meant: "Brother Hao is a good person, and he keeps his word. If he hadn't found someone to protect me, I would have been dead before I could use my supernatural skills."

Nan Rong smiled calmly: "Tig and Pirang won't hurt you. Never mind, it's not important anymore."

"So you should be realistic in life," the dark-skinned, thin young man said. "You don't know who we are, nor do you know our strength. You might as well take advantage of the fact that I'm still willing to talk to you properly and make the right choice sooner."

These words struck Nan Rong as strangely familiar.

“I will not make a deal with you,” she said. “If you have other ideas, feel free to try them, whether in the arena or elsewhere. I’m always ready.”

Ji Jun looked at her innocently: "Sister, Brother Hao really needs the medicine. I know you're not a stingy person, you'll give it to him, right?"

“You reminded me.” Nan Rong sent an IOU: “The gene-enhancing agent used on you is now worth 100,000 Thorn Coins after the discount. Remember to pay me back when you have the money.”

The elevator stopped on the thirty-fifth floor, and Nan Rong strode down.

Behind him, the dark-skinned, thin young man stared intently at her back for a long time before finally looking away.

"Brother Hao, are you just going to let her go like that?" Ji Jun asked. "No rush," the dark-skinned, thin young man said. "Some people won't learn until they see the coffin—come on, I'll take you to continue learning how to use extraordinary techniques."

"Corpses?" Steward Wu, who was training in the gravity chamber, raised an eyebrow and called over his subordinates: "What happened to the bodies of those two Lata Star prisoners of war after they died?"

"Apart from the high-ranking gladiators, all the other dead were thrown directly into the Beast Cave. The bodies from this morning until now have been cleaned up, not even a bone fragment was left."

Nan Rong:
She didn't ask any more questions and turned back to her room.

Jelly Dumpling had already retrieved Ji Jun's 2V2 battle record from the AI ​​in the Blackthorn Arena.

Just as she expected, Tig and Pirang never attacked Ji Jun from beginning to end. Instead, they focused their firepower on his teammate, a gloomy red-haired man. So they never expected that Ji Jun would control Tig without hesitation, kill Pirang, and then commit suicide.

Even as he lay dying, there was no resentment in Tig's eyes as he looked at Ji Jun; only sorrow and reluctance remained.

A large amount of blood gushed from his mouth. He could not speak, only move his lips, and then the red-haired man beheaded him with a single stroke.

The victor circled the field, and Ji Jun's face was full of excitement and joy, without a trace of grief.

"Turn it off," Nan Rong said calmly. "I'm going to start studying."

This time, she read the entire second section of the introduction, up to the fifth time, before finally succumbing to sleep.

Han Lei was very worried that he would not be able to pass the next game.

He had been anxious about losing his defensive supernatural item. However, reality doesn't follow human will, and no matter how unwilling he was, the competition notification arrived as scheduled.

Fortunately, the main event, the Bone Crusher, was only held in the evening; it wasn't the most anticipated events of the evening, such as the Roulette of Death and the Survival Challenge.

Unfortunately, today is the weekend, a special time, and the opponents in the main event of the Bone Crusher are also different from usual.

A fourth-tier lightning-type extraordinary being takes on a berserk star turtle of the same tier in a one-on-one battle.

When Han Lei saw the ferocious beast that resembled a three-story building, he felt his scalp tingle and his adrenaline surge.

Without hesitation, he used his most powerful supernatural ability: the fourth-tier supernatural skill Lightning Strike, catching the beast off guard and enraging it.

In the end, relying on his years of combat experience and surviving several near-death experiences, Han Lei finally managed to stun the enormous berserk Star Tortoise with electricity, winning the match.

But what is the point of this victory?

Han Lei looked at his belly, which had been brutally ripped open by the tortoise claws, and the pale, severed foot stuck between the beast's teeth. He smiled sadly and lay down on the ground.

Fresh blood gushed out, mixing with the reddish-brown sand.

Life slipped away bit by bit, and Han Lei could no longer feel the pain; he only felt colder and colder.

Every high-ranking gladiator has a dedicated group of supporters, and Han Lei is no exception.

His fierce battle just now earned him the audience's praise, so no one threw him a coin, saving him from being skewered like meat.

In a daze, he heard the staff rushing onto the stage, their voices unabashedly clear:

"He lost an arm and a leg, and his intestines were scattered all over the place. There was no way to save him."

"What a pity. If he hadn't died, he would probably have been a contender for the Gladiator King title in the future."

"He's dead, so be it. We still have to work overtime tonight to carve the inscription—besides, nobody goes to the gladiator's graveyard anyway, so what's the point of all the formalities?"