Roger randomly chose a room and looked at the rules of the Death Fighting Tower carefully. In addition to the rules of zero explanation, there are some highlights.

The Death Fighting Tower is a place where private fights are allowed. People die here every day. The reason why the Holy Light Church does not interfere with the Death Fighting Arena accepts prisoners from all over the world is because of its rules. The prisoners who come here have nowhere to go except the Fighting Tower, and this is not a paradise.

The victory or defeat of the Fighting Skills Tower is very important, because once you lose, there are only two results: one, death, and the other, becoming a slave to others. None of these two results are acceptable to ordinary people.

The rules of the fighting skills tower can be said to be the most flexible in the entire continent. In addition to one-on-one competitions, there are also two-person competitions and multi-person competition systems. If the conditions are appropriate, you can even be many-on-one. Of course, everything comes at a price.

"Dongdong", the knocking sound came, and a delicate gentleman was also heard as the knocking sounded.

"Sir, do you need special services? You can enjoy a warm, soft and moist body with just one silver coin."

This is a place covered by death. People value money but are not stingy when spending money. They are all people who enjoy timely life. No one wants to bring money into the coffin. The more they are filled with death, people need to release pressure. For strong and fierce men, the best way to release pressure is women. So this is a hell for men, but a paradise for prostitutes.

Roger opened the door with a black box on his back. Outside the door was a sexy girl wearing a skirt that exposed her thighs and half of her breasts. She held a red wine glass in her hand in an attractive pose.

"Beautiful lady, thank you for your kindness. If you need your service, I will find you." Roger gave her a silver coin and walked upstairs.

It was already twelve o'clock, and the bells in the Death Fighting Tower rang, with the four standard sounds, and the four bells were particularly loud.

This is the death knell of death, and it is also the call of glory and privilege.

There were already shouts on the second floor. Although the sound insulation effect of the fighting tech tower is very good, it cannot resist people's enthusiasm.

"Kill him, kill him, Lintes, come on, kill him."

"Obare, take out yours and use it, go ahead."

"Kill kill kill kill kill...hahahahaha..."

......

The second floor was deafening. When Roger walked up, he saw more than a hundred people shouting loudly outside the guardrail of the athletic platform. There was a cruel picture inside the athletic platform. Two strong men with upper bodies were fighting each other with blood. One of them had broken arms and drooped pitifully, and the other was not much better. A large piece of his ear was bitten off, dripping blood. But both of them were fearless and fighting together like two madmen, because no one could bear the consequences of failure.

Their fighting was like two wild beasts, lacking the skills Roger wanted to see, so he did not stop and walked straight upstairs; and there were already bodies on the upper floors being carried down.

Speaking of which, the profession of corpse-carrying workers is also unique to the death fighting skills tower. People in this type of profession are usually tall and strong. They are taciturn, ruthless eyes and dull expressions. All they have to do here is to mechanically carry the dead people on the athletic platform and carry them to the first level to deal with them.

The Death Fighting Tower has its own way of dealing with corpses, which are definitely not simply buried or burned. For them, there are too many places where corpses can be used; even some people who enjoy killing will pay for some human skins and skulls as decorations. Here, the failed and dead people have no self-esteem. The more they go up, the more corpses they carry. These are people who have just died in battle, and many people die incredibly miserable.

Roger walked up to the tenth floor with a calm heart. The layout here is no different from the other floors. There is a stair-shaped stand outside the athletic platform. An amazing bloody battle is being staged in a staircase. The two fat and thin people are fighting extremely fiercely, and people outside the athletic platform shout loudly.

There were ten chairs on the stairs stands. People on the chairs could enjoy the competition in the competitive Taichung half-lying. From time to time, sexy girls and handsome male waiters handed them ice water, drinks, fruits, etc. This was a service that was not available on the first and ninth floors. Unexpectedly, Alice was also lying on the chair.

A male waiter stood respectfully beside her and helped her hold the number plate. Her number plate was No. 11. According to the rules here, her opponent would be someone with No. 12 number plate, and it might be the winner on the athletic platform at this time. Roger looked around but did not see No. 12 number plate. Not everyone showed the number plate in advance.

"Alice", Roger walked under the stairs. Not everyone can go up the high stand. Only those who have won 50 games in total are eligible to go up and enjoy the first-class service here.

Seeing Roger Alice put down the apple in her hand and stood up and walked out of the stands, the waiter bent down respectfully and bowed.

"Do you know what this place is?" Alice said. She finally felt a little emotional when she looked at Roger's eyes. She was no longer so cold. Roger knew that until now he and Alice were truly people in the same world, and were no longer innocent students in Ziweihua Academy.

Roger laughed and said, "This place is better than I thought."

Alice smiled in her eyes and turned to look at the athletics.

"After watching my game, do what you want to do," she said.

Roger nodded. At this time, the competition on the athletic are approaching, and the thin man is obviously exhausted and falls to the ground. He struggles to stand up but he doesn't even have any strength. He raises one hand to admit defeat.

The fat man facing the vicious faced with a grim smile, walked up without any mercy, squatted down and twisted his neck. Before this was over, he turned his palm and twisted his head off, laughed and threw it up, "Dong", the head with wide eyes fell to the ground and rolled down to the bottom of the stands.

"Feilong,Feilong,Feilong",

"Beautiful, fat dragon",

......

The cheers and shouts were intertwined, forming sound waves that were stacked in your ears and lingering. The people watching the game seemed to be crazy.

The referee in the corner walked to the middle and shouted: "Fat Long won the first game, and he has won a total of 48 games, wow..."

A voice of wow brought the audience's enthusiasm to the highest point, and the cheers overcame everything.

The referee continued to shout: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is just the first game today. The exciting ones are still behind. Believe in my honesty, the next game will definitely make you excited, because the one who is about to enter the arena is No. 11 - the cold and charming Miss Alice."

When people hear this name, they feel like they are boiled with hot oil, and their shouts are even louder.

"Alice",

"Is it Alice who has won fifty-two games?"

"Hahaha, she has a lot more flavor than the prostitutes here. Everyone here wants to beat her and look at her in bed..."

.....

The referee looked at their reaction with satisfaction and laughed loudly: "And Miss Alice's opponent is... Mr. Feilong, who just won the victory",

"Long live, long live",

"Oh my God, what a thrilling game, I can't wait."

"Get on, hahahaha..."
Chapter completed!