I Have a City in a Different World

The expectations of the audience and the calculations of the death arena were not able to arouse Tang Zhen's interest at all.

He only cares about one thing, when the enemy will appear again and how long he has to wait.

If this matter is related to the crazy god, will the other party show up to peep in person after discovering his trace?

There are all kinds of doubts and worries, and you must act cautiously.

Therefore, this matter must not be rushed, it is best to respond to changes with the same.

No one knew about Tang Zhen's plans, they only cared about their own business, that is, how to make more profits.

When Tang Zhen won again and won the confidence of the audience, the manager of the arena decided to close the net.

They dispatched several special duelists to join the camp opposite Tang Zhen, preparing to behead him in public this time.

The accident that happened last time can only be regarded as an accident, and similar things are absolutely not allowed to happen again.

These duelists are all monks, and they are particularly good at covering up and hiding, so that the audience can't see their strangeness.

As for the rune formation that suppressed the monks, the control was already in the hands of the managers, and it was easy to make secret changes.

Any duelist will inevitably die when facing several unrepressed cultivators.

At the same time as the black box operation, the managers of the arena once again launched the navy to publicize Tang Zhen's toughness and bravery.

Because of the previous few battles, even if no one deliberately promoted it, the audience had full confidence in Tang Zhen.

Of course there are people who doubt it, but only a very small number.

The audience insisted on believing in their own judgments, but did not realize that they were actually affected by those remarks.

For this situation, the managers of the arena are very satisfied and believe that everything is under control.

When the stipulated time came, Tang Zhen appeared again.

Those spectators who were optimistic about him kept waving their arms and sending him encouragement and blessings.

On Tang Zhen's body,

With the good expectations of the bettors on his shoulders, everyone hopes that he can win and can turn himself over in one fell swoop.

The manager is also smiling, but the smile is somewhat meaningful.

As the host's voice sounded, the grouping was completed in an instant, and on the surface it seemed to be evenly matched.

Absolute justice and fairness is the slogan of the arena's publicity, and the purpose is to let bettors bet with peace of mind.

Of course, this is just deceiving fools, and it is absolutely impossible to guarantee fairness and justice in anything that involves interests.

Even between brothers, there will be disputes over interests, and there is no real fairness in places like the death arena.

But even so, there are still countless gamblers who go on and on, just because of luck in their hearts, dreaming that they can get rich overnight.

Participating in this kind of gambling activity is a fluke in itself, and it is natural to suffer from losses.

In short, ten bets and nine loses, the death arena with rich income, is how to earn black-hearted wealth.

The surroundings were plunged into darkness, and the battle was about to begin.

Tang Zhen, who was in the spotlight, looked at the teammates beside him, and then looked at the enemy on the opposite side, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

It's only been a while, and I can't wait to use filthy methods. The death arena is too impatient.

It's just that no matter how you plan it, it's destined to be a waste of time, and Tang Zhen will definitely not let these guys get their wish.

As the battle begins, the conspiracy begins.

The enemies cooperated with each other to frame teammates around Tang Zhen, ensuring that they could not provide assistance during the battle.

The monks who are responsible for sniping hide in the crowd, looking for opportunities to prepare to attack.

Some of Tang Zhen's teammates were secretly cooperating with the enemy, apparently betraying the enemy before.

Although this will lead to a failure to kill, but compared to the benefits obtained, this loss is completely bearable.

In a world that can be resurrected from death, the way the aborigines think about problems will be completely different from the human race in the normal world.

As Tang Zhen, who was targeted by the conspiracy, he was still calm and calm, and he didn't take all this seriously.

What if the monks go into battle, what if they are targeted by conspiracies, in the face of absolute power, they are just a group of turkeys.

Fortunately, Tang Zhen didn't care, otherwise they would be severely punished if they offended the gods.

Don't think that if you can come back from the dead, you can despise everything, it's just the welfare of being in the spiritual realm.

As long as you leave the spiritual realm, resurrection from the dead is a joke, including those false gods, there is no chance of resurrection at all.

Therefore, the foreign gods looked down on the indigenous gods at all, and never thought that they could be equal to themselves.

"Die!"

A voice came, and the monk disguised as a duelist had attacked Tang Zhen.

At the same time, several teammates around him deliberately blocked Tang Zhen's dodging route.

In this case, Tang Zhen could not dodge at all, and could only withstand the enemy's deadly attack.

Due to being caught off guard and unable to use it, Tang Zhen's situation became extremely unfavorable.

Seeing this, several other monks quickly stepped forward, preparing to cooperate with the actions of their accomplices.

The cultivator responsible for the assassination had a hideous expression on his face, as if he was stepping on an ant to death.

When facing mortals, cultivators always have a high mentality, and the same is true in the spiritual world.

No matter how good Tang Zhen's performance was, in the eyes of a cultivator, it was nothing but a strong ant.

They even felt that the management of the arena was making a big fuss and didn't need to arrange so many people to deal with Tang Zhen.

It can be easily solved by just one person.

This is the case with this cultivator, he not only wants to kill Tang Zhen, but also tramples on his dignity.

Let all the audience see that the duelists they hoped for were so vulnerable.

The dream is broken, the fantasy disappears, and a look of grief.

Such a scene, thinking about it, makes people feel happy and intoxicated.

Some spectators in the arena, already seeing that something was wrong, stood up and shouted angrily.

The problem is that being in the stands can't affect the duel in the field at all, even shouting is useless.

The controller of the arena showed a smug smile, and seemed to have seen the scene of Tang Zhen's head in a different place.

At this moment, Tang Zhen raised the bronze short sword in his hand.

With just a flick of a wave, he saw the red glow flashing across the enemy in front of him.

The audience in the stands seemed to see a red fish passing through the crowd.

Where the fish swam, a clear trace was left, and blood-red waves were set off.

The duelists in the field felt that they were under the water waves, and the naked eyes could see the waves flashing.

The originally aggressive enemy seemed to be impacted by invisible forces, and blood shot out from the vital parts.

"You are the one who died."

Tang Zhen put down the bronze dagger in his hand, glanced at several teammates around him, and said something with a sneer.

Those who got secret orders and cooperated with the enemy to kill Tang Zhen's traitor slowly fell to their knees on the ground.

"Pfft!"

Dozens of blood arrows shot out from the front and back of their bodies, and upon closer inspection, they were riddled with holes.

As for the enemies on the opposite side, they have all fallen to the ground, and no one has survived.

When seeing this scene, the teammates of the same camp and the audience around the arena fell into silence.

They have guessed the result, there are all kinds of possibilities, but it is definitely not what it looks like.

"What are you still doing, cheers, you have made money!"

Tang Zhen said in a light tone, although the voice is not high, but every audience in the arena can hear it.