"Where are the staff? If you want to place a bet, please hurry up!"
"If you don't allow us to place bets, then we should close down and go as far away as possible."
"Where are the duelists? Why don't you hurry up and get on the stage? What are we doing here?"
Continuous scoldings came from all around the arena, and the ones shouting the loudest were none other than monks from other organizations.
Their purpose in coming to the arena is to force the other party to close down their business, and they will definitely not sit around doing nothing.
As long as you seize the opportunity, you will immediately create trouble and cause losses to the manager.
Faced with these clamoring monks, although the managers of the arena were angry, they were helpless.
It was impossible for him to drive away the troublemakers. If that were the case, it would be tantamount to actively handing the problem into the hands of the enemy.
If the other party wants it, they will definitely take the opportunity to take action and turn the arena upside down.
When the manager thought about this, he felt increasingly sad.
When it first obtained the management rights of the arena, the organization 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 actually doesn't know because his level is simply not high enough.
It's better not to know. The more you know, the greater the responsibility you bear.
If a serious secret is involved, it will be like facing an abyss and there will be no peace at all times.
Now facing the enemy's provocation, he must respond. If the enemy is allowed to advance, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Even if there is an abyss of fire ahead, you must bite the bullet and jump out.
"Pass my order, everything will proceed as usual, don't act rashly!"
The manager of the arena issued the order through gritted teeth while staring fiercely at the hostile monks.
He secretly swore in his heart that one day, sooner or later, he would make these damn bastards pay the price.
If you want the death match to continue, a duelist must come on stage to fight Tang Zhen.
Having killed hundreds of duelists and more than twenty guarding monks, there was no doubt about Tang Zhen's strength.
Anyone who takes the field to fight is equivalent to willingly committing suicide.
Although it is possible to resurrect from the dead, the pain of death is real, and the intensity of the pain is far greater than that of normal humans.
Except for masochistic duelists, ordinary people would never easily try this cruel method of death to avoid leaving a shadow in their hearts.
But at this moment, even if he didn't want to play, he would still be forced to challenge Tang Zhen.
In order to maintain the normal operation of the arena, the number of duelists participating in death matches every day exceeds thousands.
More than half of the duelists will die in the arena, leaving less than a third of the survivors.
Following the manager's order, these duelists were summoned and began to line up to fight Tang Zhen.
They were not afraid of the pain of death and the promised prize money from the arena, so they were eager to try.
Some duelists wanted to refuse, but faced with the threat of the arena, they could only nod and accept their fate.
It is no longer a group battle, but a one-on-one fight, so that you can delay as much time as possible.
As long as the deathmatch continues, it's not a violation of the rules, it's also a clever move.
Although one problem was solved, another problem also emerged, that is, the payment of bets.
Tang Zhen's strength is obvious to all, and these duellists will definitely end up defeated.
In this case, unless there is a pit in your mind, you will bet on Tang Zhen's failure.
But in this way, the bets to be paid out will become extremely large. Even if the multiplier becomes extremely small, the number of spectators at the scene will be one hundred thousand.
A compensation payment may not hurt the bones, but if it continues, even the gold mountain will be emptied.
This is a headache for the manager. He is worried that it will not be long before the arena will go bankrupt.
But even so, we can only persevere and think of other ways to solve the problem.
The hostile monks who had been waiting for a long time immediately placed heavy bets, eager to bring all their assets over.
It's a pity that in the spiritual world, storage equipment cannot be used normally at all, and monks cannot carry large packages wherever they go.
It's convenient, but it does damage the image.
However, there are also some monks who carry special backpacks containing valuables and banknotes.
In the spiritual world, immortals and mortals coexist, and monks also have to earn money to maintain the daily consumption of cultivation.
There are many materials for practice that need to be purchased from mortals. This is why the monks organize business.
If not for this reason, how could these superior monks seize the management rights of the arena?
Compared with ordinary people, monks' assets are obviously richer, and the amount of bets they make is shocking.
For them, this is a sure-win investment, and naturally they invest as much as they have.
When the arena manager saw this, he 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 the matter.
Until you find a solution, all you can do is be patient and never act on impulse.
It didn't take long before betting was over and another round of deathmatch began.
The duelist who was selected to play walked towards Tang Zhen cautiously under the gaze of everyone.
The bones of the monks standing on the field frightened the duelists, but they could only bite the bullet and get close to them.
"Your Mightiness……"
The duelist looked at Tang Zhen, cupped his fists and saluted.
"Um."
Tang Zhen nodded slightly, not as arrogant as he imagined.
"That... arena requires me to fight you, but I know in my heart that I am no match for you.
I just hope that when you kill me, you can let me die happily, and don't wait for a long time before I die. "
Looking at those standing white bones and recalling the sight of flesh and blood blown away by the warm wind, the duelist couldn't help but tremble.
You don't need to guess to know that it must be a very terrible torture, and the death will be extremely painful.
Although the duelists have died more than once, they really don't want to experience this kind of pain, so they plead 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, the duelist actually had no idea.
After stating his request, the duelist looked at Tang Zhen, his eyes full of expectation.
"Can."
Tang Zhen nodded slightly, indicating that there was no problem.
"Thank you, Your Excellency!"
The duelist's face was full of joy and he quickly bowed to Tang Zhen, not looking like his opponent who was about to start a life and death duel.
The spectators around him had strange expressions on their faces when they saw this.
This was the first time they saw someone bowing and thanking the person who was about to kill them before fighting.
But when I thought about it again, I felt it was natural.
It's inevitable to die anyway, so naturally you want to die more comfortably, so why bother yourself.
In the arena, the duelists were full of energy and raised their weapons.
"Come, Your Majesty, grant me death!"
He shouted loudly, waved the weapon in his hand, and ran towards Tang Zhen.
If you look carefully, you can see a smile on the duelist's face and a look of expectation in his eyes.
Soon he saw a wisp of red clouds coming towards him, and he flew lightly into the sky.
The headless body was still on the ground, holding the weapon in its hand, and the pain was only fleeting.
"Haha...it really doesn't hurt..."
Before consciousness disappeared, the duelist was still thinking about one thing.
Tang Zhen had better stay longer so that he could die more times and earn more compensation.
