I Have a City in a Different World

"Where is the staff, the uncle wants to bet, give me speed!"

"If you don't let you bet, then shut down as soon as possible, and go as far as you can."

"What about the duelists, why don't you hurry up and let us do here?"

The continuous scolding came from all around the arena, and the ones who shouted the most were none other than cultivators from other organizations.

The purpose of their coming to the arena is to force the other party to close their doors and go out of business, and they will definitely not sit and do nothing.

As long as the opportunity is seized, it will immediately cause trouble and cause losses on the management side.

In the face of these clamoring monks, the managers of the arena, although angry, were helpless.

It is impossible for him to drive out the troublemakers. If so, it would be tantamount to taking the initiative to hand over the handle to the enemy.

The other party can't ask for anything, and will definitely take the opportunity to turn the arena upside down.

The manager thought of this, and his heart became more and more sad.

When it first obtained the management rights of the arena, the organization once signed a contract with the supreme being and must keep the death arena running at all times.

As for why there is such a weird agreement, the manager is actually not clear, because his level is not enough.

It is better not to know, and the more you know, the greater the responsibility you bear.

If it involves a great secret, it will be like an abyss, and there will be no peace at all times.

Now facing the provocation of the enemy, he must respond. If the enemy is allowed to make further progress, the consequences are simply unimaginable.

Even if there is a fire pit in front of the abyss, you must bite the bullet and jump down.

"Pass my order, everything is going on as usual, don't act rashly!"

The manager of the arena gave orders with gritted teeth while staring viciously at the hostile monks.

He swears in his heart that sooner or later, there will be a day when these goddamn bastards will pay the price.

If you want the death competition to continue, you must have duelists on the field to fight against Tang Zhen.

Having killed hundreds of duelists and more than 20 guarding cultivators, Tang Zhen's strength is beyond doubt.

Anyone who enters the battle is equivalent to taking the initiative to die.

Although it is possible to resurrect from the dead, the pain of death is real, and the pain intensity is far greater than that of normal humans.

Except for masochistic duelists, ordinary people will never try this brutal way of death easily, so as to avoid leaving a shadow in their hearts.

But at this moment, even if he didn't want to play, he would be forced to go up to Tang Zhen to fight.

In order to maintain the normal operation of the arena, the number of duelists participating in the death competition every day is more than thousands.

More than half of the duelists will die in the arena, and less than a third of the survivors will die.

Following the manager's order, these duelists were summoned and began to line up to fight with Tang Zhen.

They are not afraid of the pain of death, and there are bonuses promised by the arena, so they are eager to try one by one.

Some duelists wanted to refuse, but faced with the threat of the arena,

But he could only nod his head.

It is no longer a group battle, but a one-on-one fight, so that the time can be delayed as much as possible.

As long as the deathmatch continues, it doesn't count as a violation of the rules, and it counts as a trick.

Although one problem is solved, another problem also arises, and that is the payout of bets.

Tang Zhen's strength is obvious to all. When these duelists play, they will definitely be defeated.

In this case, unless there is a hole in the brain, the bet on Tang Zhen will fail.

But in this way, the payout bets will become extremely large, and even if the multiplier becomes extremely small, the number of spectators at the scene will be 100,000.

A compensation may not hurt the bones, but if it continues, even Jinshan will be hollowed out.

This is a headache for the manager. He is worried that the arena will go bankrupt in a short time.

But even so, you can only bite the bullet and persevere while thinking about other ways to solve the problem.

The hostile monk who had been waiting for a long time immediately placed a heavy bet, hoping to bring all his assets over.

It's a pity that in the spirit world, the storage equipment can't be used normally, and the monks can't carry large packages wherever they go.

Convenience is convenient, but it is detrimental to the image.

However, there are also some monks who carry special backpacks with valuables and banknotes.

In the spiritual world, where immortals and mortals coexist, monks also need to earn money to maintain the daily consumption of cultivation.

There are many materials for practice, which need to be purchased from mortals, which is why the monks organize their businesses.

If it weren't for this reason, how could these high-ranking monks snatch the management rights of the arena?

Compared with mortals, monks' assets are obviously more abundant, and the number of bets is also shocking.

For them, this is a must-win investment, and naturally they can invest as much as they have.

Seeing this, the manager of the arena gritted his teeth with hatred, but there was nothing he could do.

The only way now is to quickly notify the elders in the organization and let them solve this matter.

Until a solution is found, all you can do is be patient, and never be impatient.

It didn't take long before the betting was over and another round of deathmatch began.

The duelist who was selected to play, under the watchful eyes of everyone, walked towards Tang Zhen tremblingly.

The white bones of the monk standing on the field made the duelists tremble with fear, but they could only bite the bullet and lean on them.

"Your Mightiness……"

The duelist looked at Tang Zhen and clasped his fists in a salute.

"Um."

Tang Zhen nodded lightly, not as arrogant as he imagined.

"That... the arena asked me to play against you, but I know in my heart that I am not your opponent at all.

I only hope that when you kill me, you can make me die a little more happy, and don't die after a long time. "

Looking at the white bones standing upright, and recalling the sight of the warm wind blowing flesh and blood, the duelist couldn't help trembling.

You don't need to guess, it must be quite a terrible torture, and the death is extremely painful.

Although the duelist has died more than once, he is really reluctant to try this kind of pain, so he will beg before the battle.

Before he went on the field, he never thought about winning, he just hoped that he could die happily.

As for whether Tang Zhen agreed or not, the duelists had no idea in their hearts.

After saying his request, the duelist looked at Tang Zhen with anticipation in his eyes.

"Can."

Tang Zhen nodded lightly, indicating that there was no problem.

"Thank you, Your Excellency!"

The duelist was full of joy, and hurriedly bowed and saluted Tang Zhen, not like his opponent who was about to start a life-and-death duel.

The surrounding audience saw this with strange expressions on their faces.

It was the first time they had seen someone bowing and thanking the person who was about to kill him before the battle.

But when I thought about it, it made sense.

Anyway, it's hard to escape death, naturally it's more comfortable to die, why bother yourself.

In the arena, the duelists were full of energy and raised their weapons.

"Come on, Your Excellency, please grant me death!"

He shouted loudly, waved the weapon in his hand, and ran towards Tang Zhen.

If you look closely, you can see a smile on the face of the duelist and a look of anticipation in his eyes.

Soon he saw that a touch of red clouds flew towards him, and he flew into the sky lightly.

The headless corpse was still on the ground, holding a weapon in his hand, and the pain was only fleeting.

"Hehe...it really doesn't hurt..."

Before the consciousness disappeared, the duelist was still thinking about one thing.

Tang Zhen had better stay for a while longer, so that he could die a few more times and earn more compensation.