Rebirth in the Urban World: I Am the Immortal King

Chapter 520 If you were not my master, I would have beaten you long ago!

The strength of the two people on the field may be very different in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of Ji Wufeng, they are almost the same, because they are both ninth-level warriors. The big black one is like an iron tower, but the little one is like an iron tower. The power contained in the body is no weaker than that of Hei Daguo.

Sure enough, the two of them were on the court for a long time, and finally the little man kicked the big black man in the throat. This tricky kick caused the big black man to die.

Next came three consecutive games, each one more bloody than the last. The arena was soaked with blood, and it was like a Shura field.

Liu Qingqing, who had seen such a scene for the first time, could not sit still. Her face was pale, her hands were clenched, and her whole body could not help but tremble slightly, as if she was about to vomit.

This is normal. After all, if a living life is killed so cruelly in front of your eyes, if you don't have enough mental endurance, you may have mental problems.

Ji Wufeng said: "If you want to become a truly strong person, you must experience the ultimate duel, and the ultimate duel is a battle of life and death. If you can't stand it, you can go back now."

Liu Qingqing really wanted to leave, but in the end she held back and sat down with a cold snort.

Looking back at Ji Zangfeng, the bloody and brutal scene just now didn't seem to have any impact on her. She even felt that the hostility in her body was getting stronger, and she was a little ready to move.

Everyone was roaring wildly and excited, but in the eyes of Ji Wufeng and others, it was extremely boring. To them, this level of duel was like a child's brain, and they really couldn't arouse any interest.

"Hey, let me tell you, this is nothing special. It's not interesting at all." Murong Wuji yawned and said depressedly.

The man in black on one side smiled and said: "Please don't be anxious, the fun will always come later."

"How long will it take?" Ji Wufeng also felt bored.

The man in black thought for a moment and said: "Normally, there will be eight men's competitions, and then there will be four women's competitions."

"Is there a women's arena?" Ji Wufeng became interested.

The man in black chuckled and said: "Beautiful women are always more attractive than men. Wouldn't it be more exciting for two beauties to fight on the field?"

Murong Wuji's eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "If I participate in the competition, what conditions are required?"

The man in black said: "There are no conditions. As long as you are willing to leave, you can even challenge all the players in the dungeon."

Ji Wufeng immediately said excitedly: "Then you hurry down and fight quickly."

Murong Wuji glanced at Ji Wufeng, who thought for a moment and said, "Go ahead."

He knew that Murong Wuji was also interested in the so-called women's ring because he wanted to quickly end the boring competitions in front of him, rather than being interested in fighting at this level.

Now that Murong Wuji takes action, these boxers in the underground city will undoubtedly die. However, since these people are willing to enter the ring, it means that he does not take his own life seriously, and Ji Wufeng has no need to pity them.

Seeing that Ji Wufeng agreed, a sharp light flashed in the eyes of the man in black and he quickly got up to negotiate. He came back after a while and said that everything was settled and Murong Wuji could play.

At this time, the commentator ran up again and announced loudly: "Everyone, it is really worthwhile for everyone to come here today, because what follows will be even more exciting."

Cai, are you excited because someone wants to challenge the eight remaining fighters in our dungeon? Are you crazy? Then place your bets! "

Ji Wufeng suddenly smiled slyly and said to Murong Wuji, "Do you have any problem with me betting on you? In the worst case, I'll share the dividends with you."

"How much will you give me?" Murong Wuji asked with squinting eyes. Dealing with these small characters was like picking up money.

Ji Wufeng chuckled and said, "Of course I have no objection. Who among us, master and apprentice, is going to follow who? It's 28 to 20."

Murong Wuji said with a smile: "You only want 20%, and I plan to give you 30%."

Ji Wufeng stretched out a finger and shook it and said, "You are wrong, it's me and you."

"master!"

"Let's discuss one more thing. I forgot to bring my wallet when I went out. Please lend me some first!"

"If you weren't my master, I would have beaten you long ago!"

The first boxer has already entered the arena, and the commentator quickly introduced in a loud voice: "This is our boxer Langya. He is a very famous black market boxer. He once had a record of thirty-nine consecutive victories. After joining the underground city death match, , has won nine games in a row.”

Langya is a strong man with a moderate physical disability. His strong upper body is covered with various scars. This can show that he has experienced hundreds of battles and struggled to survive countless times from the death line. The look in his eyes The red light that is full of bestiality makes people feel chilled in their hearts when they look at each other.

"Now let's invite our challenger!" the commentator shouted.

When the unparalleled Murong Wuji strode towards the ring, the eyes of the women on the side suddenly lit up and they looked at him provocatively. But the ones who were even more excited were some men, whose eyes were full of lust and they wanted to give Murong Wuji to him. Swallow it into your stomach.

Murong Wuji looked at them coldly. Those men with special hobbies suddenly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. A cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead. He felt as if he had died once.

So scary, such cold eyes!

"I say shemale, you should take it easy. Your odds are now 1 to 5. I hope to win more money from you." Ji Wufeng suddenly said to Murong Wuji from behind.

Murong Wuji's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground. That bullshit Wolf Fang on the field could send him to see the King of Hell with just a slap. How could he take it easy?

As soon as Murong Wuji came on the stage, Ji Wufeng quickly shouted to the bettor: "Come here quickly, hurry up, I want to place a bet, wherever you look, it's right here."

Ji Wufeng threw a bunch of bets to the bettor, and said arrogantly: "I bet 50 million to buy a challenger to win."

"Fifty...fifty million?" The bettor looked at the chips and was a little confused.

If Murong Wuji wins, 50 million multiplied by five will be 250 million, which is a direct win of 200 million.

Murong Wuji walked up to the ring step by step with his chest puffed out coldly and arrogantly. The aura exuding from his body was like that of an ancient king. However, he looked so beautiful that he looked like a peerless beauty traveling around. No matter how he looked at it, he felt awkward.

Such pretty boys are the favorites of those middle-aged aunts. A noble middle-aged woman shouted: "Young handsome boy, tear up that stinky wolf on the stage. I will spend 100,000 yuan to keep you overnight."

But in the eyes of those men with special hobbies, he is even more of a peerless beauty. A big man shouted: "Let him step down, I will spend 200,000 to cover him for one night." In the eyes of ordinary people, the strength of the two people on the field may be The difference is very different, but in Ji Wufeng's eyes, they are almost the same, because both of them are ninth-level warriors. Although the big black one is like an iron tower, the power contained in the body of the small one is not weaker than that of the big black one. .