Super Resolution System

0When Lin Yaoyang passed by a room, he noticed that the door wasn't tightly shut. He tilted his head and wanted to see what was inside.    0

    

He heard a girl's soft voice. Lin Yaoyang's body immediately shook. He finally understood what was going on.    

    

Someone was doing that kind of shameful thing inside. After the old man in front noticed Lin Yaoyang's movement, he turned around and smiled at Lin Yaoyang. He said, "Kid, don't worry. If you can win the battle successfully... There's also such a reward."    

    

Lin Yaoyang immediately shook his head when he heard this. At the same time, he was also a little curious. Could it be that these captured gladiators had such comfortable conditions?    

    

Although Lin Yaoyang did not clearly see what was happening inside, he still saw the decorations in the room. The dressing was very exquisite and the bed was quite big.    

    

"It is enough for Yuehong and I to roll on it."    

    

A thought suddenly flashed across Lin Yaoyang's mind.    

    

He was not here to suffer at all. He was here to enjoy himself.    

    

A smile appeared on Lin Yaoyang's face. However, before he could be happy, he realized that they had walked to the front of a metal door.    

    

The old man stood there without moving. Naturally, someone had opened the door.    

    

"Creak! ~ "    

    

The sound of rusting could be heard from the iron door.    

    

After Lin Yaoyang followed them in, he found that there were many people inside. They were all topless and wore terrifying devil masks on their heads.    

    

They were either standing or sitting. Without exception, all of them were looking in the same direction.    

    

When Lin Yaoyang walked in, he heard a heaven-shaking shout coming from the direction they were looking at.    

    

Lin Yaoyang could feel that the people behind him took a deep breath. Obviously, they had never seen such a scene before.    

    

Lin Yaoyang turned his eyes to the center of the arena. It was a relatively large flat ground that was a few hundred meters square. The surroundings were round, with layers upon layers of seats stacked on top of each other. At this moment, the seats were all filled with people.    

    

Their eyes were shining with a fierce light as they shouted at the center of the arena.    

    

Lin Yaoyang didn't even need to stand there to feel the spittle flying out of their mouths.    

    

Lin Yaoyang had never seen a place where so many people were standing at the same time. At a glance, he could see that the place was filled with human heads.    

    

Lin Yaoyang roughly estimated that there were at least ten thousand people here.    

    

Lin Yaoyang focused his vision on the two people in the middle of the arena. At this moment, there were more than ten thousand people and more than ten thousand pairs of eyes. All of them were focused on the two people in the center of the arena.    

    

Lin Yaoyang saw a man with a half-naked upper body and a ghost mask. He was holding a long spear that didn't emit any spiritual energy. Blood was flowing from the right side of his chest. Clearly, he was injured.    

    

The man in front of him held a shield in his left hand and a short sword in his right hand.    

    

He wore a tiger mask on his head.