Chen Ang stood in the center of the fighting arena and naturally came to the place where the lights are most concentrated. From left to right, he slowly glanced across the stands. His eyes stayed on the alloy steel structure protecting the stands for a moment, and a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Ignoring those transformed beasts that were vigilantly surrounding him, Chen Ang's voice sounded gently and firmly throughout the fighting arena.

“I love this place!”

The cheers around paused for a moment, and the audience in the stands never expected to hear this sentence. They wanted to see the pain, pleading, and despair of fighting. They wanted to experience the sense of superiority of being high above, rather than someone standing there and saying to them: I like this place.

The atmosphere became a little weird for a moment.

Until the clown laughed loudly, he shouted excitedly to the surroundings: "What did I hear? He said he likes this place... Oh! I like you too. I hope you will always like this place, ha! The audience also likes you..." Some people began to scream around, some people applaud and shout, and the clown shouted to the stand behind him: "Let's give him a little gift, and I hope he will live so optimistically forever!"

"Sir, what's your name?" the clown rushed to the stage and asked.

Chen Ang waved his hand around: "You can call me Adam!"

"Adam! Adam the Son of God, Adam the king of man, and the brave Adam, let us cheer for Adam!" The clown clapped excitedly and asked, "Why do you like this place, Adam?"

"Standing from me, looking over..." Chen Ang pointed to the stands around and used his fingers to depict the shape of the protective net wrapped in the stands: "Do you think they are like a group of stupid people locked in cages? Our location is the center of the stage and the most powerful place, just like the court seat."

"When they can see this place clearly, standing here can see them the most clearly. If they regard this place as a stadium, there is a stand, but if they regard this place as a stand..."

"There is the arena!" The clown said the following words for him.

He proudly raised the classical long pole microphone in his hand and pointed to Chen Ang's head. He made a gesture to the surrounding stands, and the overwhelming laughter almost overturned the entire arena.

The clown said in an exaggerated tone of amazement: "Because of Que Siting, we welcomed an interesting gladiator, who thinks he is a king, and I am his funny jester, and everyone here is full of rubbish."

"That King!" The clown stood in front of Chen Ang and twisted his butt funnyly: "Please show your power!"

While the clown was talking, Chen Ang kept re-bounding the white bandage on his right hand. Looking at the clown's nerve-willed face that was covered with inferior oil paint, Chen Ang stretched out his five fingers and pinched a fist in front of the clown's face.

The audience around were excited. Although the Joker's performance was exaggerated and neurotic when hosting the fight, few people did not know how terrible he was. In the fight against death, the Joker had an important task to execute those who violated the rules.

And he never missed his hand.

In fact, everyone admits that the Joker is one of the most terrifying figures in this city, and he is also a powerful figure in this death fighting arena, and hosting is more of his hobby.

Everyone held their breath and waited for the bloody opening show presented by the clown to everyone.

The smile on Chen Ang's face disappeared at some point. Now his face was very calm, and he bulged the joints of his fists, magnetizing the cells and bones to make the rugged ten fingers far harder than ordinary alloys, just like a pair of vibrating gold finger tigers. A roar burst out from Chen Ang's dantian.

With a roar, the whole body twisted like a gyro, releasing the strength accumulated by the muscles and whistled straight punches. Before the clown could react, he punched his face, his skin and flesh bloomed, and half of his cheek bones exploded into bone splatters.

The clown's body flew in the air and fell heavily on the guardrail wall surrounding the stands. Half of the skull was smashed, and his body twitched and couldn't move.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it." Chen Ang sighed, "It's just that your posture is too cheap. I feel very easy, so I..." Chen Ang made an apologetic gesture.

"Fake"

Someone suddenly shouted in the stands, and then the entire fighting arena exploded.

"Did he kill the clown?"

"Is this a new opening show?"

"The clown must be somewhere else, that's a new show."

The sound surged and boiled, like a pot of explosion. Someone came to the guardrail to pull the clown's body, and then even the more violent panic happened. Even the "distinguished guests" sitting on the highest platform could not sit still and whispered to the waiter standing next to him.

Soon, a few more thugs who looked very tough rushed up. They first checked the clown's situation, and then vaguely surrounded Chen Ang.

"Dear trash! Hello!" Chen Ang smiled and waved around: "Please be quiet! Listen to me."

Although his voice was clearly heard in everyone's ears, the atmosphere at the scene was just getting more and more intense. Everyone was talking violently. The scene was in an uproar, and someone shouted loudly: "Let the clown come out!"

Some people wanted to leave, and some people screamed excitedly.

Several thugs rushed forward in evasive manner, trying to subdue Chen Ang. They threatened cautiously: "Boy, you are in trouble, you know..." With a puff, his head and spine rushed up quickly. Chen Ang burst out the bodies of everyone in front of him as if he was tearing a piece of paper, easily and freely.

Then the exploded flesh and blood were thrown into the stands, and the blood wipers fell down, followed by Chen Ang's thunderous roar.

"I'll tell you to be quiet!" Under the powerful aura, everyone consciously closed their mouths.

Chen Ang glanced at the opening stage coldly until he lost his voice wherever his eyes passed. He said, "Dear Lese, ****, scumbags, I have seen enough of bullying the weak. I need some fresher and more crazy things to stimulate the monster I am looking for, so let's play a game!"

"I'm the audience, and you all are performers."

"Please please use your blood, ugly, * and life to please me and cooperate with me to complete this game!"

Chen Ang raised his hands and pressed down slightly. All the metals at the scene were twisted like chain reactions and moved. The guardrails that protected the stands began to twist and entangle together. The hard alloy blocked the stands like vines. The large upper boxes were simpler. The solid alloy doors were locked, and there was no exit except for the side facing Chen Ang.

"The first project of the game is called Revenge!"

"We have two guests who invite us, the cruel judge of the darkness, the hero of the light in the night, and the daring hero of the light in the night..." Chen Ang said, while letting go of the cloth strip soaked in blood on his hands. He gently slammed the blood stains on his hands, and some fishy and salty liquid fell on the face of the clown at his feet.

"I'm Adam..."
Chapter completed!