Long Road to Stardom

Chapter 222 Yama

Lin Xing was also a little depressed about what happened to him, but since it had already happened, he could only accept it.

It’s because she just happened to have no spirit stones left.

Lin Xing was taken by two law enforcement officers to a dungeon-like place where all kinds of monsters were imprisoned.

The monks who participated in the Colosseum and came voluntarily to fight were in one room, those who owed spirit stones like her and could not afford to pay were in another room, and there was also a hidden room which was for the fighters trained by the Colosseum itself.

It's called a room, but it looks no different from a cage for holding monsters. It's just a nice name.

The only thing to be thankful for is that helpless contestants like her can choose their own monsters to fight, provided that the monsters are not lower than their own realm.

Otherwise, what would be the point of seeing this Colosseum?

After arriving at a dungeon-like room and signing the life and death contract, Lin Xing was allowed to move freely in the room and wait for instructions.

The room was dark, lit only by a faint candle, but to the monk it was no different from daytime.

Besides her, there were two other cultivators in the room. One of them was the cultivator who was taken away when she was waiting for Lei Hongyu. Judging from the aura coming from him, he should have just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage not long ago.

He was captured here before he could even stabilize his state of mind, and Lin Xing had already guessed his fate.

The other one was a cultivator at the same level as her. Seeing his nonchalant and carefree look, Lin Xing guessed that this person was either extremely confident in his own strength, or had no idea about this place and just came here to play.

Judging from his clothes and the things he wore, he didn't look like he couldn't afford to return the spirit stones. She guessed that he belonged to the latter.

But this person looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him.

Just as she was thinking hard, a voice interrupted her.

"Manager Zhao, take Yan Luo to choose weapons and monsters to fight. It will be her turn soon, so prepare yourself."

Lin Xing was a little slow to realize it, until Manager Zhao came to her, she remembered that she had to choose a code name when signing the life and death contract.

She thought of a random name, which seemed to be "Yan Luo".

But something doesn't seem right. Before she came here, the other two were already here. Why should she go on stage first?

Unfortunately, when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Lin Xing could only accept his fate and follow Manager Zhao.

Arriving at the weapons room, her eyes lit up and she had only one thought in her mind.

"Lots of weapons, can be sold for a lot of money."

But she would not say such words out loud. Instead, she caressed each weapon lovingly and lingered for a long time. It was not until Manager Zhao urged her that Lin Xing chose a pair of gloves.

Manager Zhao was also confused by Lin Xing's choice of weapon, and immediately began to persuade him, "Yan Luo, although you are forced to go to the Colosseum, if you choose a good weapon, you still have a chance to win. There is no need to give up on yourself."

"Thank you for your suggestion, Manager Zhao, but I still want to choose this pair of gloves."

Seeing that she was so unmoved, Manager Zhao was too lazy to try to comfort her again and directly took her to the dungeon where the monsters were to be selected.

As soon as she entered the dungeon, all kinds of roars followed one after another. There were monsters staying quietly in the dungeon. If she could not feel their heartbeats, she would have thought that these monsters had been dead for a long time. But there was more of an undisguised hatred in their eyes, which made Lin Xing feel cold.

When Lin Xing passed by the door where the monster was imprisoned, the door was slammed loudly.

It’s unknown what material the door is made of, and there is no trace left.

The chains on each monster also restricted their movements, allowing them to only make slight movements.

After walking around, Lin Xing chose a monster that was comparable to the ones here. This monster was like a tiny creature, with a listless look, and seemed easier to deal with.

When Manager Zhao heard that Lin Xing wanted to choose this monster, his face changed for a moment, but soon returned to normal and asked, "Yan Luo, are you sure you want to choose this monster? You can't regret it after you choose it."

Lin Xing didn't notice Manager Zhao's expression and made the decision immediately.

After a while, someone escorted the monster to a venue in the Colosseum.

The venue was very wide, covered with a layer of sand. A faint scent of dust could be smelled in the breeze. It was surrounded by towering stone walls, which were arranged closely together.

The stands were stacked up like a huge staircase, and each step was packed with monks. Their shouts and cheers echoed in the venue.

As soon as the monks escorting the monster beast entered the arena, a sharp-eyed monk exclaimed, "Oh my god! Who is so brave to challenge the 'young fantasy beast'?"

When the monks around heard this, they all looked towards the monster in the field, and it was indeed the "young fantasy beast".

The 'young fantasy beast' that was originally in the dungeon arrived at the venue. The monks who escorted the monster untied its shackles. After a while, the 'young fantasy beast' that looked a little young suddenly turned into the size of a small mountain. It glanced at the people on the stage with a bloodthirsty light in its eyes.

Except for the cultivators who were watching for the first time, who would feel uncomfortable with this kind of look, other cultivators basically ignored it. After all, the monster could not run onto the stands, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

Instead, the monks in the stands began to speculate enthusiastically about who would fight against the monster.

The loudest voice is naturally from the 'Ghost Killer' who has won nine games in a row.

After all, he is the only fighter who can reach the great perfection realm in the late Nascent Soul stage.

Suddenly, a voice echoed throughout the venue.

"Please welcome 'Yan Luo' to the stage!"

After a brief silence among the monks in the stands, all kinds of voices came out the next second.

"Who is Yan Luo? Have any of you heard of this name?"

"I remember there was no thug with this name in the Colosseum. He must be a newcomer!"

"A newbie is here to challenge a 'young fantasy beast'. Are you kidding me?"

"Who knows, but I think even if he's a newcomer, he shouldn't be that stupid!"

The monks in the stands were making all kinds of speculations, but when they saw the person coming in, they all fell silent.

Soon a monk broke the atmosphere and said bluntly, "Why is the manager of the Colosseum becoming more and more perfunctory? Sending this person to the arena, is it just to reap the ticket money?"

"Although the face cannot be seen due to the mask, this figure is clearly a female cultivator!"

Upon hearing this, many cultivators echoed this, and some even wanted to refund their tickets and leave the venue. However, the Colosseum would not tolerate them. They could leave, but the spirit stones could not be refunded.

In the end, many monks were reluctant to part with the tickets they had spent a lot of money on, and stayed.

The stakes for this round have also been raised.