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"Well, then you will arrange an opponent specifically for him. Remember, you must test his true strength before 20 games, otherwise once he enters the protagonist's arena to fight, it will not be so easy to control him." The old man

Seriously, after twenty games, there will be a game that tens of thousands of people are watching, and the opponents they face must be gladiators. If they are not strong enough, there is no need to arrange it.

In full public view, he could not rescue anyone, and the rules of the arena could not be broken.

"I understand! But... Manager, judging from the current situation, this man's combat power is really terrifying, and the strongest gladiator in our arena only had the strength of a Soul King before his soul power was abolished. Isn't that not enough?"

"The man said worriedly.

The old man looked over, pondered for a moment, and said: "It shouldn't be possible! This man looks to be in his early 20s at most. His soul power level can reach the soul sect level. He is already a rare decision-making genius in the mainland. This kind of genius no matter what

It is a treasure that is cultivated by every force, so how could it be put in a place like this for training."

"Furthermore, even the top geniuses from the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Rex family cannot physically match the peak Soul King in the Soul Sect realm, not to mention that our gladiators are all veterans with rich combat experience."

"Director, have you forgotten the Haotian Double Star many years ago, especially Tang Hao, who was less than 20 years old at the time, but achieved 39 consecutive victories. Even His Majesty the Emperor, who was the Crown Prince at the time, went to watch the game in person.

If a gladiator at the peak level of the Soul Emperor hadn't been dispatched and severely injured him before he died, I'm afraid the fight would have continued." The man touched his forehead with cold sweat.

The rewards for 40 consecutive wins and 50 consecutive wins in the arena are actually for others to see, because once a contestant reaches 20 consecutive wins, they will encounter opponents who are at least equal to their own soul power level. When they reach 25 consecutive wins, they will basically jump to another level.

Combat.

Although most of the gladiators in the arena are soul masters born from civilians, and their resources and training are not as good as those of large sects, in terms of combat experience, without the use of soul power, many gladiators are even far stronger than the children of sects, even more so.

Let’s not talk about over-level challenges.

Tang Hao's winning streak that year was already the highest record.

Fortunately, Tang Hao didn't challenge for 40 consecutive victories. If he really won, with the odds back then, a 30% profit would be really scary... The man felt a little emotional just thinking about it. He was still in the audience back then.

of soldiers standing guard.

Just because when the arena learned that Tang Hao came to compete in the arena, they obtained permission from the Haotian Sect and immediately started to publicize it. Many sects and families followed suit and placed bets. The 30% profit was worth tens of millions of gold soul coins that year. It was called

Super gamble.

It is said that the imperial princes in those days were supported to watch the games, and the tens of millions of gold soul coins, based on the prices at that time, were the food expenses of the imperial army for several years.

"That's different..." The old man shook his head, with a strange look on his face, "Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit is good at strength, and coupled with his physical strength, he also relied on many sect stunts to achieve such good results.

"

At that time, Tang Hao chose hand-to-hand combat after 30 games, with a big hammer in one hand and a cloak in the other. Without soul skills, ordinary gladiators would not dare to get close, and a single touch would break their muscles and bones. To be honest, he

I felt that Tang Hao's fighting style in the last battle was a bit shameless. The hammer was too big and he used it as a shield. In the end, he still won with his fists.

After a pause, he added: "But now that the Haotian Sect has long since retired, this man must not be from the Haotian Sect."

"That's right." The man was stunned for a moment and felt relieved.

"Besides, if this person is really such a master, then we can only take credit for it. His Majesty will be happy to see such a genius appear in the country. After all, the empire is short of talents and military spending." The old man said with a smile.

"That's what the supervisor said!" the man said respectfully.

On the other side, after two guards confirmed that the opponent was dead and dragged him away, the door in front of Ning Xiaotian opened. He walked in, turned to look at the guards, and said calmly: "Continue to the next game."

The battle ended too quickly, and he didn't even have time to warm up.

"Please wait." The guard continued to dial and shake people with an anxious heart. His duty was to guard the lounge and could not see the situation in the arena. That was the guard's job in the secret door of the passage, including confirming death and collecting corpses.

.

He had seen many first games end so quickly, but it was extremely rare for the second game to end so quickly. He was almost certain that the contestant in charge of receiving them today was a big shot, and he might be able to do it in the future.

Become a general.

After a while, the match was successful and the third game started.

Obviously, he won.

The fourth game, win.

Game 5, win.

...

Game 10, win.

From the start to the end, no battle lasted more than 10 seconds, and the white clothes tied around the waist were still spotless.

The moonlight tonight should be brighter, suitable for practicing. The silly dog ​​at home is also waiting for food. It is not dinner at home in the evening, it is time to go back... Thinking of this, Ning Xiaotian walked into the door and turned his head to look at the guard: "

That’s it for today! Also, please help me convey this: next time, don’t send rookies below the level of Soul Sect to fight with me.”

He is here to hone his boxing skills, not to compete for consecutive victories. With his current 38th level soul power level and physical strength, a gladiator below the level of Soul Sect cannot be of any help at all. Instead, he directly calls Soul King, the leader of the prosperous age.

Meiyan doesn't allow him to be so awesome.

He looks to be in his early 20s at most now. If he talks about Soul King directly, he may not be reported directly to the Emperor of Star Luo Empire, and he may be ranked as a Soul Emperor master after just a few fights. With his current fighting experience, although

I am very confident, but I may not be able to defeat those soul emperor level soul fighters who wander between life and death every day.

The Soul Sect is already considered a cross-level battle, which should be enough for the time being.

As for those opponents who died...the moment they entered this arena, they had already made their respective choices clear. The same was true for him. If he died in battle, he would just accept it calmly.

"Yes!" When the guard heard this, he immediately tensed up and stood upright, with his broad back as if an ice snake was crawling, and his hairs stood on end.

"Yeah." Ning Xiaotian nodded lightly, swiped his card and walked into the changing room.

"What a terrifying look. It feels like looking at a dead person." The guard wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and trembled all over. He was the gentle and elegant Young Master Qianqian when he first came in, but now he looked like a cold killing machine. He had seen this before.

There are few contestants who are murderous, but I have never seen such a dramatic contrast in the transformation process. It feels like going from hot summer to cold winter.

And this whole process only took two quarters of an hour.

The time spent arranging opponents was far more than the time spent fighting, and it was ten games in a row, which was terrible.

After changing his clothes, Ning Xiaotian said hello to the guard and walked back to the hall alone.

At this time, there were more people in the entire hall, passing each other, and all the seats against the walls were full. He slowly walked towards the door, and the people around him got out of the way. When he glanced around, some people were surprised, some were enthusiastic.

Some people just lowered their heads.

"What's going on?" Ning Xiaotian didn't understand.

"Golden Warrior, you haven't received your victory fee tonight yet!" the girl at the front desk called softly.

"Keep it." Ning Xiaotian turned around and smiled warmly.

The girl's delicate body trembled, and her pretty face was instantly buried in the ravine, looking a little pale.

Ning Xiaotian: "???"