Psychic Card Master

"Oh oh oh--"

"Oh oh oh--"

In the underground deathmatch arena in Xicheng District, countless stands were overcrowded, watching the deathmatch while taking notes.

Chu Ya has never been in contact with a battle similar to this kind of death match.

So I don't understand what these people are doing.

"What are these people doing?"

"have no idea……"

Li Guanyang, who was on the side, was well-informed and said lightly:

"They are professional gamblers."

"Record the strength of the deathmatch players."

There were only a few people present who knew what these people were doing, and among them were Li Guanyang and Lin Fengrui.

The rules of deathmatch are like this.

In a one-on-one death-match arena like this, one must win three matches to enter the final multiplayer death-match arena.

Generally, professional gamblers would not bet on these three games.

Because two people randomly came, even if they were at the same level, it was impossible to know who was stronger and who was weaker.

When the odds are similar, it's not called gambling, it's called...

Gambling, pay attention to a small gain big.

They used the first three battles to observe and analyze, which is similar to horse selection in a horse race.

Then combine several players and rely on their own experience to place bets in multiplayer deathmatch.

This is called professionalism.

"Fuck..."

"Is there such a saying?"

"Do you think they rely on Meng to gamble?"

Li Guanyang said helplessly.

"Can we bet on Chen Feng's deathmatch?"

"able."

Everyone sitting in the death match arena trembled a little when they heard the cheers of thousands of people in the formal death match arena.

They just saw a blood disciple being directly torn apart, and now the stump is being cleaned, which is extremely cruel.

However, everyone had seen the world, so they couldn't help but get nervous for Chen Feng.

...

Inside the West City Deathmatch Field.

Chen Feng's information has also been fully registered.

With a "138" badge on his waist, he leaned against the wall and waited.

The beauties beside him who just registered Chen Feng's information looked at Chen Feng's profile and discussed in a low voice.

"so hot……"

"Is it true that he belongs to the human race?"

"Yeah, I just confirmed with him a few times, he insisted on participating..."

"Hey, why?"

It is not uncommon for human spirit warriors to participate in death fights, but there is no doubt that their end is almost a dead end, and few of them can successfully persist after three rounds.

The combat power of the human race is medium among all races, not weak, but not strong either.

Compared to the top ethnic groups, it is very difficult to beat them.

"137, 138, play."

"Number 36 Deathmatch Arena."

"The battle will begin in half an hour."

Just as several beauties were discussing, a young man's voice sounded.

Chen Feng walked slowly towards the death fight ring on the 36th.

Beside him is a young man from the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan of level 4 Obsidian.

The young man's name was "Purple Hill", and he just killed an opponent yesterday. This was his second battle.

"Do you know what is one characteristic that all people who participate in a deathmatch have?"

Ziqiu asked beside Chen Feng.

"What?"

"Unwilling to be ordinary."

Chen Feng glanced at him and found that Ziqiu was calmer than he had imagined.

...

After waiting for a long time, Chen Feng's name was finally lit up on stage 36!

[137 Purple Hill of the Fox Clan] vs [138 Chen Feng of the Human Clan].

After separating from Ziqiu, Chen Feng walked around to the other side of the ring.

Seeing Chen Feng walking slowly onto the ring, even the Dongzhou people who had great confidence in Chen Feng couldn't help swallowing.

This is a huge arena for some disciples similar to the dragon and phoenix clan to display their strongest strength.

It's just that the surroundings of the ring are imprisoned by black chains.

There is simply no escape for the contestants, and there are no rules to the competition.

After the half-hour countdown for placing bets is over, the battle will start until one side is completely dead and the other side wins.

In the first three games, Chen Feng was able to get a middle spirit stone every time he won a game.

These are all small heads, and the real big heads are all gambling money.

There are two kinds of people who will win without hesitation. One is the player himself, absolutely all his belongings. Otherwise, why do you need the money if you die?

It's better to stud directly.

Win to buy a house in the city, lose to be buried in the soil...

There is another kind of audience who trusts the players extremely.

"Let's go and place a bet."

The twenty-four people from Dongzhou in the stands left one after another. During the few days they visited the site, they found that these obsidian-level geniuses were not as strong as they had imagined.

Linglong is definitely the best among them, the kind who wins nine out of ten battles.

With so many tricks, Chen Feng should be sure.

But when everyone walked to the betting place, the surrounding circle of people also talked about it:

"Here comes another human boy, who gave money..."

"It's enough to suppress the fox clan without thinking."

"Human warriors win nine out of ten bets."

"I press three middle spirit stones!"

"Let me get five medium spirit stones."

"Fuck, you put most of your wealth in it?"

"no problem."

...

There is a saying that goes like this.

"Human warriors win nine out of ten bets."

First of all, human warriors have a characteristic, that is, they are always pretentious.

Generally, nine out of ten people who come to participate in a deathmatch do not understand the situation.

There is another one that belongs to the real master.

Therefore, generally speaking, these professional gamblers can do nothing when they meet human warriors.

If you lose once in a while, you will lose. If you win, you must lose more times.

As long as you are not greedy.

Obviously someone got greedy this time...

"Go to No. 138, Chen Feng."

"Go to No. 138, Chen Feng!"

The twenty-four people in Dongzhou put all their wealth on Chen Feng's head, and the odds were raised quite high because many gamblers had no brains before.

Odds of 1 to 2.5, if you win, everyone can change into a motorcycle alone.

These gamblers are not surprised to see these people pressing on Chen Feng's head. This is a group of relatives and friends, and almost every contestant has it.

Those who dare to participate in the death fight are basically those who have full confidence in themselves.

...

Half an hour passed quietly.

Chen Feng was very calm, sitting on the ground and waiting for the game to start.

Seeing that a deathmatch was about to start, many gamblers leaned over and started recording data!

"This Ziqiu is not bad. I watched his match yesterday."

"Look at the level of this human youth."

Under the rules of deathmatch, the opponent can only be one level higher or one level lower than oneself.

With no disadvantage in spiritual power, even if Chen Feng didn't think he would lose, he wouldn't give his opponent any chance.

0:02.

0:01!

0:00.

When the countdown reached zero, Ziqiu was in trouble in an instant.

Black Yao's level 4 spiritual power exploded, and nine tails jumped out from behind him, covering Chen Feng in the distance!

"here we go……"

"It's okay, take it easy."

It was rare for Murong Qianxing and Linglong to stand on the same front.