Arena, backstage.
A man in black was sitting in his seat, looking at the huge screen in front of him, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"A bunch of fools, it's so easy to be fooled!"
"Now, you can make a fortune again!"
"The performance exceeded expectations, presumably the deputy sect master will give me a lot of rewards, right?"
The man in black thought to himself, his expression becoming more and more complacent.
"Treasurer, are you going to start?"
At this time, a woman came in and said.
"Don't worry, let them all finish their bets!" said the man in black.
"Yes, shopkeeper!"
The woman nodded slightly, took a single step, and strode away.
"Wait!" The man in black called out to the woman.
"Treasurer, what other orders do you have?" The woman was puzzled.
"come here!"
The man in black beckoned.
With doubts, the woman walked to the man in black. After hearing what the man in black said, her pupils could not help shrinking, and her face changed greatly.
"This... this is not good, if they find out the truth, I'm afraid..." the woman said.
"What are you afraid of? This is next to my Asura Sect. If they dare to be presumptuous, the deputy sect master will just sit back and ignore it?"
"Besides, Young Master Hanbing is so powerful that he can deal with King Asura!"
"I won't wait for King Asura to attack, Young Master Frost will definitely kill King Asura!" said the man in black.
"Treasurer, if that's the case, why bother?" The woman was puzzled.
"I'm here just in case!"
"This time we have held so many Divine Essence Stones. If we lose, Little Destiny will explain it here, do you understand?" said the man in black.
"Yes, shopkeeper!"
The woman nodded heavily and walked away.
…
…
The arena is full of people around the arena.
Everyone stared at the arena with excitement.
Most people are betting their worth on King Shura, it is fake if they are not nervous.
As time passed, there were more and more people on the scene.
Beads of sweat dripped from many people's foreheads.
"Why haven't we started yet? Time has passed!"
"That's right, let's get started!"
Many people couldn't sit still and started shouting loudly.
The whole scene is getting more and more intense.
Amid all the calls, the host finally walked out of the backstage and stood in front of the stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's been a long wait!"
"In order to give everyone the time to bet, we deliberately delayed a quarter of an hour, and at the same time, it is also to restore King Shura to the best state, please understand!"
The host's voice vibrated faintly, clearly spreading to everyone's ears.
Hearing this, many people showed a look of embarrassment on their faces.
[Send red envelopes] Reading benefits are here! You have up to 888 cash red envelopes to be drawn! Pay attention to the Weixin official account [Book Friends Base Camp] to draw red envelopes!
"The Shura Sect is too polite, isn't it? He actually took the initiative to delay King Shura's recovery time!"
"Looks like we're blaming Shuramen in the wrong way!"
"As expected of a big power, it's so touching to be so innocent!"
"In the future, I will only come to this hell cage to bet!"
"Me too!"
Hearing this, the host smiled slightly.
"Thank you for your understanding, there are still half an hour, we will have the eighth competition!"
"Who will kill the deer, let's wait and see!"
After the host finished speaking, he stepped back to the background again and disappeared from everyone's sight.
In the extremely anxious waiting, finally ushered in this gladiatorial competition.
The host stood on the stage again and said, "This game is finally on!"
"First of all, we have invited our King Shura!"
After this one.
"Om..."
The heavy iron door opened slowly.
A giant five-meter tall man strode into the arena from behind the iron gate.
He waved his fist and slammed into the sky, causing the air to roar.
"King Shura, King Shura..."
Everyone followed Shurahan, waving their fists and shouting the name of Shura King.
The whole scene exploded.
long time.
The scene gradually calmed down.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on King Shura.
"Sure enough, King Shura's state is obviously higher than the previous one!"
"Yeah, this time is absolutely sure to win!"
"When I think that I can earn 25% of the Divine Essence Stone, my heart seems to be jumping out."
"Me too, so excited!"
The host waved his hand and everyone stopped discussing.
"Next, we invite our new player - Young Master Frost!"
After the host finished speaking, the thick iron door on the other side slowly opened.
Han Xing walked out of the iron gate, and his eyes were full of dead gray.
It seems that there is no spirit at all.
Such a scene, seeing everyone's eyes, could not help but sigh.
"Haha, too weak, too weak!"
"How dare you fight King Shura with this little strength? I really don't know how to write the word "death!"
"It doesn't matter how strong he is, as long as King Shura can win!"
"that is!"
Everyone's eyes are fixed on the arena.
When the iron gate was closed, the host said, "No matter what means you use, one will live and one will die!"
"The competition starts now!"
The words just came to an end.
"Boom..."
King Shura stepped on huge footsteps and hurried towards Han Punishment.
For this scene, Han Xing seemed to have not seen it, but just stood there stupidly.
"Boom..."
The huge fist, without any accident, smashed heavily on Han Xing's face.
Han Xing's body flew upside down, hit the iron wall, and fell to the ground, like a dead fish, motionless.
"good!"
The bursts of cheers kept ringing.
Everyone had an uncontrollable smile on their faces.
"This battle is easier than expected!"
"Yeah, that Young Master Frost Bing is completely a weak chicken!"
"Mighty, King Shura is mighty!"
Exclamations continued.
Everyone's eyes closely followed the movement of King Shura's body.
I see.
King Shura didn't stop, kicked his right leg and jumped up.
Like a cannonball, it stomped heavily on Han Xing.
"Boom..."
The ground trembled and the dust flew up, covering both King Shura.
Wait for the dust to dissipate.
King Shura stood on the spot and raised his hands.
"Win, win!"
"Haha, I really won!"
"As for being so excited, isn't this a sure thing?"
"Why haven't we declared victory yet!"
Everyone looked up at the host with doubts.
The host smiled slightly and said, "The rule of this arena is to kill the opponent!"
"I didn't announce that King Shura won, that means that Young Master Hanbing is not dead!" said the host.
"Is it still not dead?"
"No way?"
"King Shura, break his neck!"
The shouts kept ringing.
King Shura was full of doubts, looking at Han Xing, his pupils could not help shrinking.
I see.
Han Xing was not injured at all.
"How can this be?"
King Shura was surprised.
"Can't you use some power?"
At this time, a sound was heard in the ears of King Shura.
This sound, like the devilish sound of hell, shocked King Shura's body to tremble.
"It's a bit of a skill, but so what?!"
"When you get here, either you die or I live!"
"I don't believe it can't be killed!"
After speaking, King Shura went straight to the cold punishment.
…