In Moyun City, Wang Chen turned around a few streets, put on a ghost face mask, and came to a hidden alley.
In the alley, there is a small shop.
Wang Chen walked straight in.
The furnishings in the shop are simple, with only a few tables and chairs.
There were several middle-aged men guarding the shop. When they saw Wang Chen coming in, their eyes fell on him.
"I'm here to compete in the ring. Please help me make arrangements."
Wang Chen cupped his hands and said to several people.
The underground arena is a black industry.
Every day, people compete in the ring for money.
There are also people who place bets on the odds offered in the underground arena.
However, people are beaten to death every day, and some lose everything.
Hearing this, one of the middle-aged men nodded.
"What cultivation level?"
The sword energy in Wang Chen's body was circulating, and a pulse-opening power spread out from his body.
"First level of pulse opening realm."
Seeing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but say:
"Boy, if you can break through the Pulse Opening Realm at this age, your talent is pretty good."
"The people who come to fight in our underground arena are all cruel and ruthless people. If you are just for a little money and risk your future or even your life, it is not worthwhile."
Wang Chen smiled and said, "Thank you for reminding me. I'm confident. Please make arrangements so that I can get on the ring in the shortest possible time."
Seeing that his persuasion was useless, the middle-aged man stopped talking and immediately arranged an arena match for Wang Chen.
Wanting to get money as quickly as possible, Wang Chen couldn't think of any other way.
Although the underground arena is dangerous, you can get a large amount of spiritual coins every time you win. It can be said that danger and reward coexist.
"Okay, here is your number plate for today. The registration fee is 10,000 spirit coins."
Soon, the middle-aged man threw a sign to Wang Chen.
Wang Chen took the number plate and paid the registration fee.
I took a look and saw the word 'seven' written on it.
"I hope I can get a good harvest today."
I thought to myself.
After paying the registration fee, he no longer had any spiritual coins on him, and he was truly penniless.
Immediately, Wang Chen, led by another man, passed through a secret passage and arrived at a huge open area.
In the middle, there is a several hundred square meters arena.
There is a thick iron pillar at the four corners of the arena, and arm-thick iron chains are connected between the four iron pillars.
At this time, two men were fighting passionately on the ring.
Each of their moves is extremely powerful, and they are all killing moves!
Around the arena are rows of spectator seats.
Although it is daytime, there are many people sitting in the auditorium.
"What do you think No. 3 is doing? He's been anxious for so long and yet he hasn't killed him yet."
"No. 5, get No. 3 down quickly. I've overpowered you by 20,000 spirit coins."
"Come on No. 3, whether I can win or not tonight depends entirely on whether you can win."
In the audience, everyone was flushed with excitement and shouted loudly.
This is the charm of the underground arena.
Here, you can not only watch exciting battles, but also play spirit coin games. If you are lucky, getting rich overnight is not a dream.
"The underground arena is the most popular at night, but if you want to go on stage now, you can wait until they are over."
"The reward will be given to you when you leave. The more games you win, the richer the reward will be. If the gap in realm is too large, the reward will increase by a certain multiple. Young man, I wish you good luck."
The middle-aged man explained and took Wang Chen to the waiting area.
After saying that, he left.
Wang Chen glanced around and saw that there were many people in the waiting area.
Among these people, there were men and women, all wearing masks and with cold eyes.
Wang Chen found a seat and sat down, looking towards the arena.
At this time, under the fierce attack of No. 3, No. 5 was injured in many places and his mouth was bleeding.
"Fuck, what are you doing for No. 5? Fuck him to death!"
"No. 5, you must not lose. I have suppressed so many spirit coins. If you lose, I will be finished."
"No. 3 is awesome, kill No. 5 in one go."
"Hahaha, there is no suspense in this game. Number three will win. I will make a big profit."
The shouts grew louder and louder, and the audience was extremely excited.
Bang!
In the end, No. 3 knocked No. 5 out with one punch and won the victory in this arena.
Suddenly, there were screams and curses.
And No. 3, after defeating No. 5, also returned to the waiting area to rest.
"Two more."
The manager of the waiting area looked at everyone and shouted.
A tall and thin man stood up and walked straight towards the ring.
Seeing this, Wang Chen also stood up and followed him out.
I came here just for the spirit coins, so I didn’t have much time to waste.
"No. 10, No. 7 is on the field. You can place your own bets. The battle will begin in five minutes."
On the ring, a tall woman with a charming voice wearing revealing clothing spoke.
She held a pamphlet in her hand.
"No. 10, with a third-level cultivation in the Kai Pulse Realm, has competed in three arenas and won all of them."
"No. 7, who is at the first level of the Pulse Opening Realm and has never been in the ring."
As soon as these words came out, most of the audience placed their spiritual coins on No. 10.
"This No. 7 probably just broke through to the Pulse Opening Realm. He suddenly gained confidence and dared to compete in the underground arena."
"It is estimated that No. 10 will win this round, so hurry up and defeat No. 10."
"In this kind of sure-win game, I'll just bet 100,000!"
There were also a few people who cursed and reluctantly placed the spirit coins on Wang Chen.
"Damn it, I lost completely on the 5th just now, and I only have a thousand spirit coins left.
The odds of No. 10 are so low, I can't make much money if I bet on it, so I'll just bet on No. 7. After I lose, I'll go work as a caretaker. "
"Me too, I only have 2,000 left. I've been very unlucky recently. If I pressed No. 7, I'd think it was all down the drain.
After losing this time, I will never gamble again and go to work as a coolie, painting the city walls with dust and paying off my debts. "
Soon, the handicap was closed and the arena began.
Compared to the previous one, the audience's mood was much lower this time.
Because in their view, the outcome has already been determined.
How could a fledgling at the first level of the Kai Mai Realm be the opponent of the third level of the Kai Mai Realm and winner of three competitions?
The entire underground arena was very quiet.
On the stage, as the charming woman stepped down, the battle between Wang Chen and No. 10 officially began.
I heard man No. 10 shouting loudly, stepping on his feet, and punched Wang Chen in front of him.
Although this punch did not use spiritual energy, it was still very powerful.
Wang Chen stood there, his eyes flashed, his feet stepped forward, and his body moved to one side.
At the same time, he stretched out his hands and clasped Man No. 10's wrists and armpits.
"drink!"
With a twist of Wang Chen's waist, he exerted force and directly threw Man No. 10 out.
Man No. 10, who was in the air, realized something was wrong. He was struggling with his spiritual energy, trying to stabilize his body.
However, Wang Chen's throw was too powerful. Man No. 10 fell outside the ring before he could stabilize his body.
"Damn it, you underestimated the enemy."
Man No. 10 stood up, dusted himself off, and said angrily.
He didn't expect that someone at the first level of the Pulse Opening Realm could react so quickly and be so powerful.
"Accepted."
Wang Chen bowed his hands to man No. 10.
His body has been tempered by sword energy and is far superior to ordinary monks in all aspects.
And the fact that Man No. 10 did not use spiritual energy at the beginning showed that he did not want to kill him.
Therefore, Wang Chen also used the gentlest method to end this arena.
However, this ending exceeded everyone's expectations.
"I'll go, what's going on? Ten...No. 10 actually lost?"
"It's too fake. Is this being manipulated? How is it possible?"
"It's fake, get your money back quickly!"
"It's over. I spent 100,000 spirit coins, and now it's gone..."
"I'm going to fuck you on the 10th. Are you an actor?"
"You're thrown down with just one move. What on earth do you do for food?"
The audience members who suppressed No. 10 were all red-faced, extremely angry, and cursed at the top of their lungs.
