Walking in the desert has been... I don't know how many days have passed, at least Negi no longer has this concept now.

Originally, it was just to remind myself not to forget the sacrifices of my friends, so I wrapped Munoka's hunchback on my body. Unexpectedly, this inadvertently corrected a huge mistake. On the third day after Munoka's death, a small oasis could be said to have saved Neji's life, but the severe wind and sand and sunlight had turned Xiao Zhengtai's originally white and tender skin into a rough bronze color.

Neji didn't care about this, or he had only one thought left in his mind now: move forward until the end of this road.

Finally, Nejina's eyes, which were almost covered by yellow sand, saw something that was not an endless dune. It seemed to be a phantom. There were also mirages on the way to lure Neji into an abyss that would never be restored, but Neji, who had only one belief, would not be fooled. But what about this? What about this? What about this giant prototype building at the end of this road?

Neji didn't know, he just knew that no matter what was ahead, he had to go on.

"Hiss...hiss..."

Suddenly, Negi twitched his nose, because this organ that had been able to smell the fishy smell of sand for a long time, now conveyed to him a smell that should not be possible here, barbecue? Yes, soon, not only the nose, but also his eyes saw it. It was a plate of barbecue, and there was a pot of water next to the barbecue, and after that there was a tent, which leaned against the wall of the circular building.

Negi didn't think much about this, speeded up his already numb legs, came to the tent to sit down, and began to enjoy the food and water that appeared here for some reason.

——If you want to say, wouldn’t Negi doubt such a strange thing? Then, if a person who is about to die of hunger and thirst knows that the water in front of him is poisonous, will he turn a blind eye to them?

Absolutely not, anyway, it’s all dead, so I would rather be a full-fledged devil.

After eating and drinking, Neji, who had only eaten for eighty percent full, began to explore the circular building behind him. Although he was very tired now and there was a tent next to him, his survival instinct still made Neji choose to rest after everything was safe. In fact, anyone with some knowledge can see this building. It was simply a arena. Not far from the tent was the gate of the duel arena, and there was a notice next to the gate.

"Congratulations on passing the third level, this is the fourth level. I think you can see that it is a arena, where you will fight ten times. After each fight, you will return some of your magical abilities. You can also rest between the two fights. However, this time is not endless, because the supplies prepared for you are quite limited."

"I understand." I don't know if he was talking to himself. After saying this, Neji turned around and returned to the tent, fell asleep. The next day - probably the next day, time is meaningless here anyway - Neji punched another time after dinner, feeling that he had adjusted to his best condition, so he walked into the gate that had been open in the arena with steady and firm steps.

"Crack-bang!"

The gate was closed behind him, but Neji, who was standing in the center of the arena, didn't care at all, because a huge magic array suddenly appeared not far in front of him. With Neji's ability, of course, it could be seen that this was a summoning array, which means that the opponent in the first duel would appear there.

Sure enough, more than twenty people appeared out of thin air in that position and were summoned out of thin air. They were still confused when they suddenly came to a new environment, but this gave Neji a chance and a killer.

"Bang!"

With just one punch, the target bleeded blood and flew out loudly. However, Neji's attack did not stop. He kicked the target's knife that dropped to the ground and kicked the other target. His fist printed the face of the third target. Neji's punch, with red eyes, was still quite powerful, and directly knocked the opponent's neck to a very strange angle.

The reason why we kill opportunities is so hard is actually quite understandable, because these twenty or so people know that they are a group of bandits just by looking at their outfits.

The power of anger is huge. Although there are more than 20 bandits and there are weapons such as swords and swords in their hands, the mobs are mobs after all. When facing Neji, who started using the bandit's sword after killing the fifth bandit, no matter how hard he struggled, he would have the fate of being massacred in the end.

"No, don't kill me! I still have an eighty mother in my family! There is still a five-year-old child!"

The last bandit still used the weapon in his hand, kneeled on the ground, trembling and wailing loudly, but all he got was Negi's smile with contempt and a decapitated sword.

"Crack-boom!"

When the last bandit's head with fear and resentment fell to the ground, the door of the arena slowly opened, ignoring the corpses and limbs in the arena, Neji turned around and walked out of the arena, and also ignored the blood on his clothes. Neji returned to the tent, fell asleep again.

Afterwards, Neji encountered various enemies in the duel arena, but no matter how powerful it was, Neji would use his will to win the final victory. The magical tent - the wound healed after sleeping in it - was also the guarantee that he could pass the levels continuously.

Until the seventh game.

There were seven people standing in front of Neji, about the same height as Neji, and a woman of gender. From the clothes, they seemed to be just ordinary village girls, but each of them had a short knife in their hands, but this short knife seemed to be a waste in their hands, because these seven people were in the same position: holding the hilt of the knife with both hands, trembling all over their bodies, and tears in their eyes.

"We...we...we...will go! Otherwise we will die here! There is nothing to be afraid of!" As if we were cheering ourselves up, or self-hypnosis was better. One of the tallest village ladies shouted, then stretched forward with their short knife in their hand and rushed towards Neji with their eyes closed.

Of course, there will be no result, or the result obtained is just a slight flash of Neji.

"ah--!"

Seeing that his behavior did not bring any danger to him and seemed to be encouraged, the village girl stabbed Neji again. Although it was still fruitless, it gave her the courage to become stronger.

"There's nothing to be afraid of! He dares not kill us!"

The village girl shouted like this, and the others seemed to be awakened. Following the village girl's footsteps, he assassinated Neji collectively in a posture that was basically an outsider. Seeing this scene, for some reason, Neji suddenly laughed, but unfortunately, the village girls who wanted to kill with their eyes closed did not see this scene.

"puff--"

With a light sound, blood splattered, and the head fell to the ground. Of course, it was not Neji who died. The flying head fell with the blood rain in the sky, but there was an incredible look in his eyes, while the headless corpse still rushed forward a few steps, knelt down dejectedly, twitched twice, and stopped moving.

"ah----"

The villagers who were attracted by this sound and opened their eyes had never seen such a scene. The screams immediately resounded throughout the arena. The two villagers threw down their short swords and began to run away. They were frightened and did not know where they could run away or whether they could run away. They were just instinctively away from Negi, who was splattered with blood.

Not everyone would run away. Although one of the village ladies threw away the short knife in their hands, their legs became weak and they knelt on the ground. The pale yellow liquid flowed down her thighs, but she had no feeling about it. She only knew to hold her head and chant sentences that were meaningless.

There were also some people whose huge fear had destroyed their nerves, but they neither ran away nor curled up on the ground, but their eyes were bloodshot, shouting loudly, waving the short sword in their hands, and sprinkling tears, sweat and saliva that had flowed out of some reason, and came to Neji.

However, no matter how angry or crazy ants are, if they do not form a number, they are not the opponent of the lion. Therefore, these three village ladies followed the footsteps of the first place. As for the two who escaped, let alone the high walls around the arena, when they were about to reach the wall, two spears suddenly appeared underground, penetrated from their lower bodies and clavicles. I don’t know if it was a coincidence. This did not hurt any organs or blood vessels, but this was the beginning of torture for the two village ladies. They could only wait for their blood to flow out in severe pain, and resented themselves for why they did not die directly under Neji's sword, or why they died not someone else, or why others could not kill Neji and let themselves be saved.

For some reason, Neji did not go over to relieve the pain of the two villagers, but the screams of the two villagers made the remaining villagers who were curled up on the ground tremble even more violently.

"Please... don't kill me... don't... I don't want to die..."

The intermittent whine sounded behind Neji's back, behind him? That's right, just as the two village ladies who were worn into skewers gradually stopped breathing, Neji suddenly sighed, turned his back, and even put down the sword in his hand.

"Please...I don't want to die...Don't...Don't kill me...Don't kill...Don't...Don't kill...Don't kill...Don't kill!"

The last shout that was completely different from a human voice came from a twisted face. This face, which was originally pretty, can only be described as a ghost, and is still holding a knife with both hands. However, even the strictest swordsmanship cannot find any fault. As a village girl, she certainly has never written swordsmanship. This is just instinct. She has been driven crazy by fear and the desire to survive. She has now become a beast. The awakening of beastliness has allowed her to instinctively find the best attack method she can do.

"puff--"

It was still blood splattering, it was still the head of the ground, it was still the village girl's head. Neji did not pick up the sword on the ground, but the red light emitted from his hand was sharper than any sword.

"Don't think that a person who can kill women and children will believe in the kindness of the enemy, even if he is a child." I said lightly outside the "test site".
Chapter completed!