Return from the second dimension

The expectations of the audience and the calculations in the Death Arena could not arouse Tang Zhen's interest.

He only cares about one thing, that is, when the enemy will reappear and how long he has to wait.

If this matter is related to a mad god, will the other party show up and peep in person after discovering his trace?

There are many doubts and worries, and we must act cautiously.

Therefore, this matter must not be rushed, and it is best to respond to changes with the same.

No one knows Tang Zhen's plan. They only care about their own business, which is how to earn more profits.

When Tang Zhen won again and gained the confidence of the audience, the management of the arena decided to close the net.

They dispatched several special duelists to join the camp opposite Tang Zhen, preparing to behead him in public this time.

The change that occurred last time can only be regarded as an accident, and similar things are never allowed to happen again.

These duelists are all monks, and they are especially good at concealing them to ensure that the audience cannot see their strangeness.

As for the rune array that suppresses the monks, the control is in the hands of the manager, and it can be easily changed.

Any duelist, when faced with a few unrestricted monks, is bound to die.

While operating in the dark, the managers of the arena once again launched the navy to promote Tang Zhen's toughness and bravery.

Because of the previous battles, even if no one deliberately promoted it, the audience was full of confidence in Tang Zhen.

Of course there are some doubts, but it is only a very small number.

The audience insisted on believing in their own judgments, but did not realize that they had been affected by those comments.

Regarding this situation, the managers of the arena are very satisfied and believe that everything is under control.

When the stipulated time arrived, Tang Zhen appeared again.

Those viewers who are optimistic about him constantly waved their arms to give him encouragement and blessings.

Tang Zhen shoulders the good expectations of the bettors. Everyone hopes that he can win and can turn himself over in one fell swoop.

The manager is also smiling, but the smile is somewhat meaningful.

As the host’s voice sounded, the grouping was completed in no time, and on the surface it seemed evenly matched.

Absolute fairness and fairness is the slogan of the arena publicity, the purpose is to make bettors feel at ease betting.

Of course, this is just to lie to fools, and it is absolutely impossible to guarantee fairness and justice in anything that involves interests.

Even between brothers, there will be disputes over interests. There is no real fairness in places like Death Arena.

But even so, there are still countless gamblers who have followed suit, just because of a fluke mentality, dreaming of getting rich overnight.

Participating in this kind of gambling and fighting activities is a fluke in itself, and it is reasonable to suffer a loss.

In short, ten gambles and nine loses, the rich death arena, is this way to earn the wealth of the black heart.

Surrounded by darkness, the battle is about to begin.

Tang Zhen, who was highly anticipated, looked at his teammates next to him, and then at the enemy on the opposite side, with a sneer from the corner of his mouth.

It didn't take long for him to use nasty methods impatiently, and Death Arena was too impatient.

It's just that no matter how you plan, it is destined to be in vain, and Tang Zhen will definitely not let these guys get their wish.

As the battle began, the conspiracy began.

The enemy cooperated with each other to hold up the teammates around Tang Zhen to ensure that they could not provide assistance during the battle.

The monk who was specially responsible for sniping and killing was hiding in the crowd, looking for opportunities to prepare.

Some of Tang Zhen's teammates were also secretly cooperating with the enemy, apparently betraying the enemy before.

Although in this way, it will lead to failure to kill, but compared to the benefits gained, this loss is completely bearable.

In a world that can be resurrected from the dead, the aboriginal way of thinking about problems will be completely different from the human race in the normal world.

Tang Zhen, who was targeted by a conspiracy, was still calm and calm, and didn't pay attention to all this at all.

What about monks going into battle, what about being conspired against, in the face of absolute power, they are just a group of chickens.

Fortunately, Tang Zhen didn't care, otherwise they would be severely punished by life rather than death if they only offended the gods.

Don't think that if you can resurrect from the dead, you can despise everything. That is just the welfare of being in the spiritual realm.

As long as you leave the spiritual realm, death and resurrection is a joke, including those false gods, there is no chance of resurrection at all.

Therefore, the foreign gods look down on the native gods at all, and never think they can sit on an equal footing with themselves.

"Die!"

A voice came, and the monk disguised as a duel had already launched an attack on Tang Zhen.

At the same time, several teammates around him deliberately blocked Tang Zhen's evasion route.

In this situation, Tang Zhen couldn't dodge at all, and could only carry a deadly attack from the enemy.

Because of being caught off guard, and being unable to perform, Tang Zhen's situation became extremely disadvantaged.

Seeing this, several other monks leaned forward quickly, preparing to cooperate with their accomplices.

The monk responsible for the assassination had a hideous face, as if he was trampling on an ant.

Monks always have a superior mentality when facing mortals, the same is true in the spiritual world.

No matter how good Tang Zhen's performance was, it was nothing more than that in the eyes of the monks, at best he was a strong ant.

They even felt that the managers of the arena made a fuss and did not need to arrange so many manpower to deal with Tang Zhen.

It can be solved easily by one person.

This is the case with this monk, he not only wanted to kill Tang Zhen, but also trampled on his dignity.

Let all the audience see that the duelist they hope for is so vulnerable.

Dreams shattered, fantasies disappeared, a look of grief.

Such a scene makes people feel joy and intoxication when they think about it.

Some spectators in the arena, already seeing that something was wrong, stood up and shouted angrily.

The problem is that being in the stands can't affect the duel in the court at all, even if it is no use to shout again.

The controller of the arena, with a smug smile, seemed to have seen Tang Zhen's head in a different place.

At this moment, Tang Zhen raised the bronze short sword in his hand.

With just a light wave, Hong Xia flashed, passing by the enemy in front of him.

The spectators in the stands seemed to see a red fish passing by among the crowd.

Where the fish swims, a clear trace is left, and blood-red waves are set off again.

The duelists in the field felt that they were under the water, and they could see waves flashing with their naked eyes.

The enemy that was originally aggressive, as if being impacted by an invisible force, blood shot out from the vital parts.

"It's you who died."

Tang Zhen put down the bronze dagger in his hand, glanced at the teammates around him, and sneered.

Those few who received a secret order to cooperate with the enemy to kill Tang Zhen's internal traitor, slowly knelt to the ground.

"Puff!"

Dozens of blood arrows shot out from the front and back of their bodies, and they were already riddled with holes.

As for the enemies on the opposite side, they all fell to the ground, and none of them survived.

When seeing this scene, the teammates of the same camp and the audience around the arena all fell into silence.

They have guessed the result, there are various possibilities, but it is definitely not what it is right now.

"What are you doing in a daze, cheer, you made money!"

Tang Zhen said in a faint tone, although his voice was not high, everyone in the arena could hear it.