The Most Powerful System

Tonight, more than 200 contestants participated in the registration duel at the Hell's Gate Fighting Arena.

But only the top sixteen people can really get monetary rewards. No matter who they are, as long as they can squeeze into the top sixteen places, they will get a reward of 1,000 star coins for starting.

And if they can make it to the top eight, this reward value will directly skyrocket to 10,000 star coins.

Then there are the top four, who can get a fighting bonus of 20,000 star coins, and the runner-up will receive a reward of 30,000 star coins.

Only by reaching the top of the championship can you get the highest amount of 100,000 star coins!

The championship fund of 100,000 star coins, ordinary aliens living in this interstellar era of the Milky Way, need to work hard for less than 20 years to save enough.

And here, in this dark and bloody but hopeful Hell's Gate fighting arena, you only need to fight for one night, which is equivalent to the value of another's twenty years of struggle.

Of course, the premise is that you have to beat all the competitors and become the most dazzling number one.

"That self-proclaimed super fighter, Emile Bronski, killed that big guy Alonzo in two or three hits. He was strong and ruthless. It looks like he has the hope of becoming the runner-up in this fighting competition tonight."

In the last row of seats, Qi Yu was watching the movement of the ring area with relish, when a voice came from beside him.

Qi Yu turned his head slightly to look over, and found that this was a green-skinned alien with two small tentacles growing on the top of his head. At first glance, he looked a bit like a fake Piccolo.

"runner up?"

Qi Yu frowned, and asked with great interest, "Why not the champion?"

This copycat version of Piccolo shook his head, "Champion? It's not that easy to be a champion! Don't you know that even Raymond, who is known as the 'Hell's Messenger', is here in this fighting match tonight?"

"Hell messenger Raymond?"

Qi Yu frowned slightly. Since he hadn't paid much attention to the free combat world on Conte Aksha, and had never heard of this name, he asked curiously, "What's the origin of this guy?"

"Oh, my God! You haven't even heard of the name Raymond, the messenger of hell!"

The copycat version of Piccolo hugged his head in disbelief, and then said to Qi Yuke, "Raymond, known as the messenger of hell, comes from the planet Hera."

"Hera's environment is harsh, its climate is extreme, and its gravity is more than ten times that of ordinary planets. Although the indigenous races on that planet are sparsely populated, and the total number of existing people does not even exceed a thousand, each of them is a natural warrior with strong combat power. Especially this Raymond is one of the very few elite fighters on planet Hera, possessing absolute strength, he once killed hundreds of people besieging him with his bare hands."

"The self-proclaimed super soldier Emile Bronski killed Alonso with almost no seriousness. I admit that he is indeed very strong, but he is still much worse than the Hellbringer Raymond after all. .”

Having said that, he remembered something, and with a smile on his face as if he was sure of winning, he added, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, as long as it is a fighting night that Raymond participated in, there will be no suspense in the end." It all ended with his final victory. In the past year, Raymond has won the fighting night championship of this Hell's Gate fighting arena for 12 consecutive times.

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"Twelve times in a row?"

Qi Yu sneered, "That was in the past! In my opinion, this time the Hellbringer will not be able to be the champion no matter what. His myth of winning the championship twelve times in a row will be broken by that emir tonight."

"ignorance!"

The copycat version of Piccolo doesn't take it seriously, and despises Qi Yu's superficiality and ignorance.

As an enthusiast in the free fighting and fighting circle, he goes to various well-known fighting arenas to watch fighting matches almost every night. He has watched the duels of various fighters in the fallen city for two consecutive years. He has basically studied many related things thoroughly. Yes, and his vision has been tempered quite viciously, which is definitely first-class.

Therefore, regarding the strength competition between the hell messenger Raymond and the super soldier Emil Bronski, the green-skinned alien is at least 99% sure that in the end, Raymond will definitely win and continue to defend the title for the thirteenth time champion.

As for that emir, he should also have the strength to win the title of the third runner-up. He can barely survive a few rounds in Lei Meng's hands. He will be beaten to half death or killed in no more than ten rounds at most, and lose the ability to continue fighting.

"Okay, I'm ignorant."

Qi Yu perfunctorily approved of the green-skinned alien's evaluation of him and Emil, then frowned and pursed his lips, "Well... since you are absolutely sure that Raymond will win, then, do you dare to fight with me? Make a bet?"

The copycat Piccolo narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Qi Yu suspiciously: "Dude, are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Qi Yu nodded.

"Okay, I'll bet you a little bit bigger, dare you to ten thousand star coins?"

The copycat version of Piccolo took out a large denomination star coin with a denomination of 10,000 from his arms, and a greedy smile inadvertently flashed across his face, and deliberately aggressively said, "If you think the bet is too high, a thousand stars Coins are not impossible."

"Ten thousand star coins?"

Qi Yu was a little surprised, thinking that this green-skinned alien has a big heart and is greedy enough! I like!

"What, you don't dare to gamble because you think it's too much? Or are you poor and can't afford 10,000 star coins?"

"I'm not as poor as you say."

Qi Yu took out a stack of 10,000 star coins from his arms, ten in total, "Here is 100,000 star coins. It's no fun to bet with 10,000 star coins. If you want to bet, be bold and bet on him all at once." One hundred thousand!"

Seeing this scene, the copycat version of Piccolo was slightly taken aback.

Want to bet one hundred thousand? Is this kid crazy!

"it is good!"

The copycat Piccolo quickly agreed, for fear that Qi Yu would regret it.

The expression on his face looked at Qi Yu as if he was looking at a fool, and he was secretly happy in his heart, thinking that there are not many aliens with low IQ who are stupid and have a lot of money, especially Qi Yu who has shallow knowledge and vision. It was the first time he had seen a big fool who was so rotten but still actively asked to double the bet ten times.

Caught this big fool tonight, it's a fortune, one hundred thousand star coins, enough to buy a house outside!

At the same time, Qi Yu actually had some small thoughts in his heart.

Although the elite fighter from the planet Hera, Raymond, nicknamed the Hell Envoy, has not started fighting under his own observation, Qi Yu cannot accurately assess his level of strength, but judging from the aura emanating from Raymond's body, it is very likely that he will fight. **That is to say, the level of life beyond the level.

Under normal circumstances, Emile is just a living body beyond the mid-level, and perhaps it is indeed not the opponent of Raymond, who has won the championship twelve times in a row.

But Qi Yu knew very well that once Amir used his violent and hateful personality, he would fight in the state of a terrifying powerhouse.

At that time, the undefeated myth and the messenger of hell will probably be a scum of the level of a chicken and a dog!

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