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"I, I've won, what else do you want me?"

Lydia's eyes widened and her heart began to feel a little panicked again.

What does a good show just begin? This damn perverted demon, wouldn't he still want her to fight?

What a joke?!

Wang Yan naturally ignored Lydia's reaction below and raised his hand to stretch his side. Lord Chihuo immediately understood and handed a small bottle of recovery potion that smelled badly to his hands.

This was what Wang Yan asked Lord Chihuo to buy from the crowd around him. When he fought against Lord Chi Lie and Wang Yan before, the recovery potion used by Chi Lie was the same type, but the level was different. I don’t know how many levels it was.

Just like the superpower world on Earth that provides essence for superpowers, there are also professional warlocks or wizards here who specialize in refining magic potions. Moreover, this business belongs to a considerable industry in the world of brave and fierce hell.

For example, blue liquid is a magic potion for magic recovery. Red liquid is a life potion that stimulates the activity of physical cells, replenishes physical strength, and treats injuries.

Like the dim yellow potion purchased by Lord Chihuo for Wang Yan, it is a compound recovery potion targeting magic and injury recovery. In comparison, the price is relatively expensive.

The small vial in Wang Yan's hand now belongs to the minimum dose, about fifty milligrams, usually worth about fifty to eighty silver coins.

Of course, this is also because this kind of medicine is the lowest and the worst quality. Otherwise, medical drugs with slightly better efficacy will have to be worth several or even hundreds of gold coins, and some are even so expensive that they need to be purchased with magic crystal coins. Those high-quality medicines are naturally not something ordinary people can afford.

Although the low-level recovery potion has limited recovery power, it is better than nothing. Some poor mercenaries who exchange their lives for money often rely on this low-level recovery potion to keep their lives alive.

"After drinking it, you still have ten minutes to rest."

After Wang Yan said that, he threw the small bottle of recovery potion towards Lydia below, without any intention of seeking the other party's opinions.

Lydia reached out to catch the recovery potion, and she was shocked.

"You, you, how can you do this? You are abused by female slaves, do you know? I just finished fighting, and you let me rest for ten minutes before going to fight. I, I will die at the end of my life!"

Lydia did not have the consciousness of other slaves, and immediately shouted out all the grievances and depressions in her heart in one breath.

"Ha, you're exhausted? I think you're very energetic now." Wang Yan said contemptuously, "If you're worried about overdrawing your energy, then learn to save magic and control every magic. I saw the battle just now. You have almost half of your power and have used useless work. As a magician, you can't even do this skill and control. It's ridiculous."

Wang Yan's pissing of the sting of the tongue made Lydia blush.

She, the inheritor of the top magic system on earth, was actually despised by a hell lord, which made her arrogant self-esteem a little disgusted.

However, before she could do anything, Wang Yan threw all the 400 gold coins he had obtained in the field of capital and profit.

"Who else? He won the female slave, four hundred gold coins are his!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became warmer again.

That was four hundred gold coins, twice as many as before!

In Liuhuo City, a couple from an ordinary family can save only seven or eight gold coins in a year. This is four hundred gold coins, which is enough for an ordinary couple to work hard for fifty years!

If it were a slave, these four hundred gold coins would be enough to buy several very good female slaves and put them in their harem.

What's more, the female human slave Lydia in front of her defeated the strongest slave gladiator ogre Abulon Giant, who was obviously exhausted and weak, and you could tell at a glance that she was at the end of a strong crossbow.

Now who has a powerful slave? As long as you go on the field and fight casually, wouldn’t it be like picking up this big sum of money for nothing?

Such thoughts quickly filled the hearts of most onlookers, and many people were already fighting on the court for whom the slave was the first to go on stage.

"I, I, I, I want to fight!"

"Bah! You are the only one? Your slave is just a trash and is also equipped with a fighting arena. Get out of here and don't get in the way!"

"What did you say? My slave is trash? What a big tone!"

"What? Not convinced? Compare it!"

"Just compete! I want you guys to understand that your slave is not even as good as trash!"

...

Soon, the huge arena was divided into several small areas. Some onlookers who had conflicts all let their slaves end up making a big spell, so as to determine who would pinch Lydia, the soft persimmon.

The entire arena was suddenly very lively. Almost everyone liked to watch such a big bustle, and Wang Yan didn't stop it. He just said that there was only ten minutes. When the time came, everyone had to get out of him.

Now with his strength and identity, what he said is the law and the imperial edict. No one dares to disobey. On the contrary, these participants are happy to abide by the rules set by Wang Yan at will. Wang Yan said that they would play whatever they wanted.

This may also be the world of hell, and the world on earth.

The rules that need to be followed here are only the will of the strongest, such as this. The residents and creatures living here do not feel that there is anything unreasonable. Instead, they think that this is what is taken for granted.

"I, my god..."

Lydia stared at the slave gladiators fighting each other, her eyes wide open.

She did understand that hell is a dangerous world of crazy disorder, chaotic and warlike, but how chaotic and warlike it is? She has seen it now.

"This, these people are crazy!"

Lydia felt a little overwhelmed. She couldn't care so much now. She quickly shrank to the corner of the arena, drank the unpleasant recovery potion, worked hard to restore her magic power and accumulate strength.

At this time, she had no other choice. If she hesitated, she would be unable to live up to her life.

Wang Yan looked at her and raised the corner of his mouth with great satisfaction.

No matter real life or cruel war, it will not make people happy. Therefore, people in trouble must recognize each other and accept their own destiny and status quo. Only in this way can they have the opportunity to change the status quo.

...

Just in the underground black market arena, as Wang Yan and others arrived, a large luxury boat like a cruise ship was flying thousands of miles away from the fire city, facing the scorching sun, and quietly sailing against the ground.

In the luxurious and grand cabin hall, the Red Refining Demon King sits on the throne with majestic demeanor.

His three sons, Chi Lie, Chi Gu and Chi Yan, all looked gloomy and sat at his feet.

The four of them remained silent for a long time, and the atmosphere became more and more serious.
Chapter completed!