Chapter 7: Death Arena.

Then I choose to stay," Allen gritted his teeth.

Allen walked out and led the instructor to the square. After Lieutenant Ron gave the last whip, the fat man was covered in blood, his head hung low, and it was unclear whether he was unconscious or dead. Ron, who had just whipped the man, had a fierce expression on his face, and his killing intent was uncontrollably released. He stood in front of Allen, and the young man's face turned even paler, but he straightened his back without making a sound.

In short, the Death Arena is an important opportunity for surface citizens to change their own destiny. The premise is that you must survive and live until the end!

Ron looked at these children with satisfaction and asked the instructor to record the numbers of the few boys who did not vomit. He saw Allen and walked over, saying, "You're impressive, kid. I noticed you. You're more agile and alert than the other little guys. Tell me, what's your name?"

In the records, the young man with the number 666 should be named Bess, not the current Allen. Moreover, this Bess has a father who runs a mine, which is quite different from Allen's situation. Ron called an instructor over and threw the file in front of him, saying, "Who brought this kid here?"

A black teenager asked timidly.

I like you, Allen. So, try to live as long as possible. He patted Allen's shoulder hard, almost breaking his arm.

Ron then used the body of this young girl as teaching material, and gave these young boys and girls a vivid anatomy lesson on the spot with a dagger. By the end of the class, the girl's body was completely mutilated, with even her internal organs removed. The barracks were filled with a strong smell of blood, and the instructors all had expressionless faces, but nine out of ten of these older children vomited bile.

Okay, Allen. Let me guess, is your father a hunter?

Lieutenant, what is the skill of getting beaten up?

After Lieutenant Ron walked out of the barracks, he returned to his office and asked an instructor to bring Allen's file. As he compared the number on the file, Ron chuckled to himself, "It seems someone intends to play tricks right under my nose."

It's true. Ron took a towel from the instructor and wiped his hands, then stood with his hands on his hips, looking up at the sky. Although now, under the control of those noble gentlemen, the Death Arena has changed its flavor. But one thing remains unchanged, its rewards are still generous, generous enough to change people's destinies.

Allen bit his lip and raised the manual, shaking it. "I want to know, is what's written here true? I'm referring to those rewards."

The Death Arena is a product of the post-dawn battle era. It was established by the federal government on the devastated land to make future generations remember this great war and to let people know the importance of survival. At the beginning, the Death Arena was only held on the floating island. Later, due to the population explosion, countless people were forced to move to the surface.

Lieutenant Ron nodded and said, "Good question. Enduring hits is also a skill. During combat, getting injured and taking hits is unavoidable. How to minimize one's injuries requires a good understanding of the situation and one's own body. Once you grasp these, you will understand the concept of 'avoiding the heavy and taking the light.' Let me give you a simple example..."

Just finished reading the manual, I heard a scream outside that sounded like a pig being slaughtered. Allen and the other children crowded around the windows. Outside the window, on the square, a fat man was tied up. Lieutenant Ron himself held a whip and fiercely lashed at the fat man. Allen exclaimed, "Huh," recognizing that fat man. He was the military officer who conspired with Hearn to have him replace Hearn's son in the death arena.

Understood!

The instructor smirked, his face looking somewhat unnatural. After all, those who were familiar with Ron knew that being liked by him was not a good thing.

The instructor quickly replied: "It's Laiwen, Lieutenant."

The boys responded in unison.

As for you... Ron said: "You can make a new choice, whether to stay and continue the training or choose to leave. I am rarely merciful, so you better seize the opportunity."

Ron lowered his head and squinted his eyes, "Why? If it's those brats in the barracks, they would be eager to leave this hellhole. Trust me, I've been exceptionally lenient today. From now on, your days will only get harder to endure."

No, I don't have a father. My mother passed away when I was 5 years old, Alan replied.

In the barracks, two soldiers brought some medicine for the children to apply to their wounds. After applying the ointment, Allen took out the manual that had been issued to him earlier and started reading it. Before he turned 5, Lanny had taught him many things, the most important of which was reading. In this barracks, more than half of the children couldn't understand what was written in the manual, but Allen could get a general idea.

Even Ron was surprised by this. If the skills of this white-haired boy were not taught by his parents, then it is very likely that he developed them on his own. To develop survival skills, it can only mean that he has been living in the wild for a long time. Thinking of this, Ron's interest in him grew even stronger.

Allen.

Very well, please call Lai Wen over to me.

Allen shook his head. He looked at the lieutenant. His bright red eyes were unusually calm and cold. "Because I need to change my own destiny, so that I have the power to settle some scores with certain people!"

At four o'clock in the morning, it is the time for sweet dreams. Suddenly, a sharp and urgent whistle sounded outside the barracks. Allen immediately opened his eyes and jumped off the iron bed, then took a quick step to the nearest window and jumped out directly from the window. He slept fully clothed, not even taking off his shoes. Many young boys, in order to be comfortable, had taken off their clothes. When they heard the whistle, the quick-witted ones simply ran out of the barracks without wearing anything, while some slower ones were still hesitating whether to put on their clothes. He slept fully clothed, not even taking off his shoes. Many young boys, in order to be comfortable, had taken off their clothes. When they heard the whistle, the quick-witted ones simply ran out of the barracks without wearing anything, while some slower ones were still hesitating whether to put on their clothes.

Within just 10 seconds, Allen was the first to arrive at the playground. Then, a dozen other boys arrived without any particular order. They were all wearing neatly pressed camp uniforms, indicating that they had not taken off their clothes to sleep. The third group to arrive consisted of seven or eight children who were only wearing shorts. Finally, only five of the slower guys made it to the scene before the deadline.