The Global Beast: I Can See The Evolutionary Route

Lin Ze was slightly puzzled.

It was the first time he met the man in black, and he didn't know why the other party maintained inexplicable hostility towards him.

Even so, Lin Ze didn't do anything, looked at the man in black and looked away.

Di Ping next to him has already started talking about tonight's events.

"Brother Lin, tonight's game is a bit special. Including me and the other betting opponent, there are a total of six participants, each of whom sends a beastmaster to participate in the game. In the beast fight, the difficulty increases in order, the loser is eliminated, and the person who persists to the end becomes the champion.”

Lin Ze nodded to show his understanding, and immediately asked, "What level of beastmaster are my opponents?"

"Their rank of beastmaster is not worth mentioning, and many don't even have seventh-order pets."

Di Ping's answer was somewhat unexpected.

Seeing the look of doubt on Lin Ze's face, he patiently explained

"You also know that pet beasts are not allowed to be summoned in the underground Colosseum competition, so it's useless to have a high level of pet beasts. The most important thing is the spirit of the contestants themselves."

"And there are not a few underground colosseums like ours in the whole federation. If there is demand, there will naturally be a market. Over time, there will be a group of people who give up cultivating pet beasts and concentrate on improving the level of soul art. They are born in the industry. Called a spirit master."

Spiritualist?

Lin Ze was slightly startled.

Unexpectedly, there are beastmasters who are dedicated to practicing spirit art for the underground Colosseum competition.

Even for this reason, he gave up the most important pet beast cultivation.

However, Lin Ze thought about it, according to Di Ping's description, the prize money of the underground colosseum is very rich, and a casual win is worth the harvest of an ordinary beastmaster from hunting in the wilderness for half a month.

Some talents are not very good, and they are destined to have no growth potential. If they continue to practice, they will only be a lifelong beastmaster. For this reason, they are transformed into spirit masters and make money by participating in underground beast fighting competitions. It is reasonable.

Di Ping continued, "The level of beasts of spiritual masters is generally not high. Ninety-nine percent of people don't even have a seventh-order beast, but after years of research, they have a very high level of soul magic and are very good at using soul magic to fight. , many people even specially practiced some strange and powerful special soul techniques, and their combat power is extremely good."

Having said that, Di Ping looked at the man in black in the front passenger seat and said with a smile.

"For example, Liao Hua, he is a spirit master. Although the strongest pet beast is only at the sixth rank, his combat power is no weaker than the pet beast. He even killed a sixth-rank and fifth-rank beast in an underground beast fight. Ferocious beast."

The man in black named Liao Hua had a smug look on his face.

But soon Di Ping's next sentence made his expression stagnate.

"Originally, I planned to arrange Liao Hua to play, but I heard that my opponent has found a contestant with a very high level of spirituality this time. Liao Hua may not be an opponent, so I thought about finding a strong supporter. Not long ago, Zhengyang talked about Brother Lin and you, and the college league is about to be held recently, I thought you would definitely come back to Dragon Whale City, so I went to the hotel and waited."

Looking through the rearview mirror and seeing Liao Hua's obviously not very good-looking face, Lin Ze was slightly aware of it, and finally understood why this person had been hostile to him before.

Dare to feel that he has occupied his place in the competition.

Thinking of this, Lin Ze couldn't help but pouted, looked away and ignored Liao Hua.

A narrow-minded clown who only angers others.

During the conversation, the vehicle unknowingly came to the city and finally stopped in front of a bar.

There is a marquee running on the signboard of the bar, which complements the prosperous lights on the side.

The men and women who come and go from time to time hug each other and talk and laugh.

No matter the burly guard standing at the door or the waiter in charge of parking, without exception, they all wore neat uniforms.

Centering on the door of the bar, they surveyed every face that appeared in their field of vision with vicious and discreet eyes.

All the guys with bad appearance and suspicious outfits will be expelled quickly with actions that try not to disturb other people.

The whole bar has a feasting atmosphere.

Lin Ze got out of the car, looked around, and sighed inwardly.

"I didn't expect the underground Colosseum to be built in such a downtown area. It's really bold."

Noticing Lin Ze's gaze, Di Ping said with a smile, "The bar is just a cover up on the bright side, the real underground Colosseum is below."

While speaking, Di Ping turned around and took the lead into a dark alley next to the bar.

Lin Ze stepped up and followed.

Walking into the alley, the vision dimmed instantly, and the bright light seemed to be blocked by the invisible diaphragm at the entrance of the alley, turning it into another world that was out of place.

The group quickly came to a back door in the middle of the alley.

The door was covered with iron, and it looked like it was abandoned. Someone had drawn dense graffiti with chalk.

There was no handle on the door, just an inconspicuous keyhole and a cat's eye.

It's hard to imagine the underground Colosseum behind this rusted door if someone hadn't brought it here.

Liao Hua stepped forward and knocked on the door. Light footsteps came up from the door. The cat's eyes dimmed slightly, as if someone was watching the person from behind the door.

after a few seconds.

The iron gate was pushed with a creak, and a tall man leaned out, his cold and indifferent gaze swept across the crowd, and finally stopped on Di Ping's face.

"Is Song Hong here?"

Di Ping walked into the door and asked casually.

The tall man replied in a loud voice, "It's already here."

Di Ping stopped talking, made a gesture to Lin Ze, and took the lead to walk inside.

The group passed through the iron gate and the long corridor behind the gate, and entered the elevator at the corner at the end.

As the elevator door closed, a slight sense of weightlessness came.

But in just seven or eight seconds, the elevator stopped again and the door opened.

The group walked out of the elevator door, walked through a long corridor, and finally stopped in front of a huge iron door.

"arrive."

Dipin said.

As his voice fell, the iron door slowly opened.

A deafening sound came from behind the crack of the door.

Excited shouts, angry shouts, excited cheers and various sounds converged into a deafening sound wave, making the eardrum faintly painful.

Lin Ze looked intently.

Behind the iron gate is an extremely wide field.

The most central place is a huge circular arena, wider than a basketball court.

Around the ring, there are densely packed seats distributed in a circular staircase.

The seats were already full by now.

All ages, young and old, men and women.

The only thing that is the same is that everyone has excited expressions on their faces, blushing all over, staring at the battle on the ring with wide eyes.