In Ding Meng's mind, whether it was in the Norse Empire or the Godwars Galaxy, the arenas should be similar to the ring or training hall of a dojo. Once both parties stood on the ring, someone would surrender or be kicked out of the ring. However, this arena buried in the depths of the Akashic Sodium garbage mountain completely refreshed Ding Meng's understanding of arenas.
This was a medium-sized carrier ship buried under the garbage mountain, but the interior of the starship had been completely hollowed out. To be precise, it was a shell, but the shell was so big that it was built in the style of a football field.
In the center was a field with an area of more than thirty thousand square meters. The ground was made of super alloy. Surrounding the entire arena was a huge spectator area. The spectator area was divided into many areas. First was the ground area, which was similar to a real football field. Only the leaders of the major factions could sit in this area.
Next was the back area and the spectator area in the sky. These were all individual seats. On the top floor, there was a special VIP spectator area. These rooms surrounded the entire starship, and they were all made of crystal glass. The inside of these rooms could clearly overlook the entire arena, but the outside world could not see inside.
Countless spotlights shone down from the ceiling. Tens of thousands of Steel Mane people and human soldiers stood up at the same time, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws as they cheered. This place was like a combination of an underground boxing club and a nightclub. Ding Meng spread out his telekinesis vision and found that many people were holding bottles of wine and various kinds of food. There were also beautiful waitresses walking through the crowd. Of course, Ding Meng could not appreciate the Steel Mane beauties. They were not much different from the Steel Mane men.
The arena, which could hold 150,000 people, was now filled to the brim. It didn't seem like a tournament, but more like a nightclub party.
"There's even wine here?" Ding Meng's eyes widened.
Fang said, "There's everything here, but you need money to buy it. It's very expensive."
"What's the difference between this and a nightclub?" Ding Meng was dumbfounded. "Many of the facilities here are better than a nightclub."
Fang sighed. "This is a nightclub!
As long as you have money, you can do whatever you want! "
As she said this, she noticed that Ding Meng's gaze was fixed on the seat representing Zone T30. Du Hong was sitting in the front row, chatting happily with a slender woman in a cheongsam.
Fang could not help but glance at Ding Meng. "As long as you can pay a high enough price, that woman can also follow you back to the barracks to sleep with you."
She obviously misunderstood. Ding Meng scanned the entire place with his telekinesis. After a while, he smiled and said, "This place is interesting."
It was more than just a little interesting.
Ding Meng had never imagined that there would be such a luxurious treasury under the barren concentration camp.
"Everything here costs money!"
Fang explained patiently. "You need money to enter, you need money to spend, you need money to participate in competitions, and you need money to bet …"
With Fang's explanation, Ding Meng quickly understood. The biggest entertainment in the arena was betting. Everyone could gamble, from Captain Sam to the laborers. The arena would set up bets to bet on the outcome of the contestants on stage.
In addition, every competition had a corresponding ranking system and reward system. The amount of bets would be decided based on the strength of the contestants and the difficulty of the competition chosen by the contestants. This prize pool was not to be underestimated, because those who won the bet could also exchange their star coins for various items at the center of the base. If they were lucky, they could become rich overnight, and they would not have to worry about food and clothing for the next few months. They could lie in the camp and sleep with beautiful women in their arms.
Ding Meng began to understand why Sam and the others had built this luxurious arena. This was something that Black Gold Base could not compare to. The laborers in Black Gold Base were always in a state of despair, but this place was different. After working hard for three months, the laborers who had saved up some money could come here to vent their desires. With all kinds of desires, they would be motivated to go mining again, and would not go crazy or have problems from holding back.
Moreover, the cost of living here must be frighteningly high, and the laborers' income would be taken away by Sam and the other managers.
While he was thinking, Ah Fang led Ding Meng to the front row of the T30 area. When Du Hong saw Ding Meng, he was very happy. "Brother Ding, do you want something to drink?"
Ding Meng noticed that Du Hong was holding a platinum beer box in his hand. Hehe, this guy was not even drinking ordinary beer. He really knew how to enjoy himself.
"How much for a box of this?" Ding Meng asked calmly.
Du Hong laughed heartily. "Only five star coins, not expensive. Brother Ding, do you want some?
It's all on me. "
Damn, this was not expensive?
In the Norse Empire, five star coins was about the monthly expenses of an ordinary family. In the end, five star coins could only be exchanged for a box of beer here. This world was big, and there were all kinds of strange things.
"Forget it. If I have to go on stage later, drinking this thing won't be a good thing!" Ding Meng politely declined.
"That's true!"
Du Hong agreed. Although Origin Ability users were completely immune to alcohol, if they drank without circulating their Origin Ability, their reaction would definitely not be as good as normal.
There was no host in the arena, so the scene was simple and crude. Immediately, someone went up to the stage. This was definitely a contestant sent by a certain faction. Ding Meng glanced around. He had no interest in watching the battle. This kind of battle between War Venerables was like child's play in his eyes. In other words, it was like watching a movie in slow motion. He might as well not watch it.
Ding Meng's telekinesis focused on scanning the VIP area. He had long since noticed that in a VIP room on the top floor in the north, Sam and another blue-haired man with a steel mane were sitting side by side on a luxurious sofa. The two seemed to be discussing something, while Han Xing stood behind Sam with his hands behind his back. His expression was very respectful.
Obviously, this man with a steel mane was also an elite. Moreover, his hair was longer than Sam's, proving that his strength and status were not below Sam's.
Sam's visitor?
This thought suddenly appeared in Ding Meng's mind. Unfortunately, his strength had not fully recovered. Plus, with the soundproofing effect of the crystal glass, his telekinesis vision could not hear what they were talking about. Moreover, the man with a steel mane was speaking ventriloquism. There was no need to lip-read at all.
"Lian Luo, you really know how to choose the time. Every time you go out, you pick this time to come." In the VIP room, Sam looked at the blue-haired man with a deep meaning.
Lian Luo laughed, "Sam, I've been to a lot of places. In the end, I realized that your arena is still the most fun. There are all kinds of tricks."
Sam also laughed, "I learned it from those human monkeys in the Norse Empire."
Lian Luo said, "Do you have any good seedlings to recommend in these three months?"
Sam immediately turned his head to look at Han Xing. Han Xing shook his head slightly.
Only then did Sam sigh. "Lian Luo, if you keep doing this, you're going to poach almost all the people here."
Lian Luo laughed, "How many people do you have in this treasure mountain of yours?
It's in the tens of thousands. If I take a few people away, you won't lose anything. "
Sam shook his head and said, "How can I compare to you? Sooner or later, my garbage mountain will be finished. Every time you go out, you find new resources. I have 200,000 mouths here, and they all need to eat and drink. How can we compare?"
Lian Luo laughed, "Forget it, I said I can't beat you. Are you interested in playing today?"
Sam had a strange smile on his face, "I've been waiting for you to say that."
While the two of them were chatting, the arena below was abnormally lively. There was an endless stream of people going up the arena, and there was also an endless stream of people surrendering and admitting defeat. Du Hong and the others were watching with great interest, while Ding Meng was extremely bored. If she had known earlier, she would have brought Little White along. She reckoned that Little White had not seen this place before.
At this moment, the light in the arena suddenly dimmed. The cheers from the audience suddenly became louder.
Ding Meng was curious, "What's going on?"
Ah Fang suddenly became excited, "The warm-ups are about done. The competition is about to be upgraded."
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a rumbling sound in the center of the arena. The steel plates on the ground suddenly cracked and began to assemble themselves. In the blink of an eye, a small arena rose. The arena was only 300 to 400 square meters. The fighting range was much smaller on this arena. The space for moving was also compressed. This was undoubtedly very disadvantageous for the Light Speed System.
At this moment, a burly man flew up from the spectator area. He somersaulted a few times in the air and then landed steadily on the arena. The audience immediately cheered.
Ding Meng narrowed his eyes, "Who is this guy?"
Ah Fang explained, "He's from T59. His nickname is Hammer Mountain. He's very strong."
As soon as Hammer Mountain went up, someone from the southern spectator area also went up. However, the person who went up was a skinny little old man. Looking at his malnourished body, it seemed like a gust of wind could blow him away. The audience immediately roared with laughter.
Ding Meng frowned, "Who is this guy?"
Ah Fang was puzzled this time, "A new face. I haven't seen him before."
Actually, this was very normal. After all, there were 200,000 people in the concentration camp, and there were only 80,000 human soldiers. With 80,000 people evenly spread out in the garbage mountain, who could recognize all of them?
Du Hong said, "What are the odds now?"
Tong Yao said, "Hammer Mountain is 1 to 1.5. That little old man is 1 to 7. The starting bet is 1 Star Coin. There's no upper limit."
Du Hong smiled, "Let's throw in 100 Star Coins to play."
Ah Fang hesitated, "Are we betting on Hammer Mountain?"
Du Hong smiled and nodded. Ding Meng said in a low voice, "Congratulations, your 100 Star Coins are gone."
Du Hong turned his head and looked surprised, "Brother Ding, do you have an opinion?
This Hammer Mountain rarely loses. Last time, he won 8 matches in a row. "
Ding Meng said, "Other than betting on the outcome, what else can we bet on?"
Ah Fang said, "You can buy anything?
Buying time, buying rounds, buying moves, anything is fine. "
Ding Meng said, "If I had money, I would bet on this old man to win."
"Oh?" Du Hong and the others all turned to look at Ding Meng, "Why?"
Ding Meng said, "5 seconds, one move!"
"What do you mean?" Du Hong and the others were confused.
Ding Meng sighed, "What I mean is, this old man can defeat Hammer Mountain in one move within 5 seconds."