Return from the second dimension

"Where is the staff? Uncle wants to place a bet. Give me faster!"

"If you don't let you bet, then close the door as soon as possible, and roll as far as you can."

"Duel, why don't you hurry up and let us do here?"

There were repeated scolding sounds from all around the arena. It was not others who shouted the most, but monks from other organizations.

Their purpose in coming to the arena is to force each other to close their doors and go out of business, and they will certainly not sit and do nothing.

As long as you seize the opportunity, it will immediately cause trouble and cause the manager to suffer losses.

In the face of these clamoring monks, although the managers of the arena were angry, they were helpless.

It is impossible for him to drive off the troublemaker. If that is the case, it would be tantamount to actively sending the handle to the enemy.

The opponent can't ask for it, and will definitely take advantage of his mobile hand to turn the arena upside down.

When the manager thinks of this, his heart becomes more sad.

At the time when it obtained the management right of the arena, the organization had 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 is actually not clear, because his level is not enough.

It is better not to know, the more you know, the greater the responsibility you bear.

If it involves unbelievable secrets, it will be like an abyss, and there will be no peace at all times.

Facing the enemy's provocation right now, he must respond. If the enemy is allowed to make progress, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Even if the front is the abyss of the fire pit, you must bite the bullet and jump down.

"Give my order, everything will proceed as usual, don't act rashly!"

The manager of the arena gritted his teeth and gave orders while staring at the hostile monks fiercely.

He secretly vowed in his heart that sooner or later there will be a day that will make these damned bastards pay the price.

If you want the death match to continue, you must have a duel on the field to fight Tang Zhen.

After beheading hundreds of duelists, as well as more than 20 guardian monks, Tang Zhen's strength is beyond doubt.

Anyone playing against each other is equivalent to taking the initiative to die.

Although it can be resurrected from the dead, the pain of death is real and the intensity of the pain far exceeds that of normal humans.

Except for self-abuse duelists, ordinary people will never try this cruel way of death easily to avoid leaving a shadow in their hearts.

But at this moment, even if he didn't want to play, he would be forced to fight Tang Zhen.

In order to maintain the normal operation of the arena, the number of duelists participating in the death match every day is more than thousands.

More than half of the duels will die in the arena and 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 are not afraid of the pain of death, and the bonuses promised by the arena, so they are eager to try.

Some duelists want to refuse, but in the face of the threat of the arena, they can only nod their heads and admit their lives.

It's no longer a team battle, but a one-on-one fight, so you can delay as much as possible.

As long as the death match continues, it is not considered a violation of the rules, it is also considered a trick.

Although one problem has been solved, another problem has also emerged, and that is the payment of bets.

Tang Zhen's strength is obvious to all. These duelists will definitely end up losing.

Under this circumstance, the bet on Tang Zhen will fail unless there is a pit in his head.

But in this way, the bets paid will become extremely large, even if the multiplier becomes extremely small, but the number of audiences at the scene is 100,000.

A payment may not hurt your muscles, but if it continues, even Jinshan will be hollowed out.

This is a headache for managers. He is worried that the arena will go bankrupt before long.

But even so, I can only bite the bullet and persist while thinking about other ways to solve the problem.

The hostile monk who had been waiting for a long time immediately cast a heavy bet, wishing to bring all his assets.

It's a pity that the storage equipment in the Lingji Realm cannot be used normally at all, and the monks can't go everywhere carrying large packages.

Convenience is convenient, but it does damage the image.

However, there are also some monks who carry special backpacks with valuables and banknotes.

In the spirit world, immortals and mortals coexist, monks must also earn money to maintain the daily consumption of cultivation.

There are a lot of materials for practice, which need to be purchased from mortals. This is why the monks organize business.

If it weren't for this reason, how could these high-ranking monks grab the right to operate the arena?

Compared with ordinary people, the monks' assets are obviously more abundant, and the number of bets is also shocking.

For them, this is a must-win investment, and naturally they invest as much as they have.

Upon seeing this, the managers of the arena gritted their teeth with hatred, but were helpless.

The only way now is to quickly notify the elders in the organization and let them resolve this matter.

Before you find a solution, all you can do is patience, and absolutely don't be arrogant.

Before long, the betting was over and another round of deathmatch began.

The duelist selected to play, under the eyes of the public, walked towards Tang Zhen tremblingly.

The bones of the monk standing on the field made the duelist frightened, but they could only bite the bullet and leaned forward.

"Your Mightiness……"

The duelist looked at Tang Zhen and bowed his fists.

"Ok."

Tang Zhen nodded lightly, not as arrogant as he thought.

"That... the arena requires me to play against you, but I know in my heart that I am not your opponent at all.

I just hope that when you kill me, you can make me die a little easier, and don't toss for a long time before I die."

Looking at the standing white bones, recalling the scene of the warm wind blowing flesh and blood, the duel can't help shaking.

You don't need to guess, it must be quite terrible torture, and death is extremely painful.

Although the duelist died more than once, he really didn't want to try this kind of pain, so he pleaded before the battle.

Before he went on the field, he had never thought about winning himself, but he just hoped that he could die more easily.

As for whether Tang Zhen agreed, in fact, the duelist had no idea.

After uttering his request, the duelist looked at Tang Zhen, eyes full of expectation.

"can."

Tang Zhen nodded slightly, indicating that there was no problem.

"Thank you sir!"

The duelist was full of joy, and he hurriedly bowed and saluted Tang Zhen, not like his opponent who was about to start a duel of life and death.

When the audience saw it, their faces showed strange expressions.

It was the first time they saw someone bowed to thank those who were about to kill themselves before the battle.

But after thinking about it, I took it for granted.

Anyway, it's hard to escape, so it's natural to be more comfortable, so why embarrass yourself.

In the arena, the duelist was full of energy and raised his weapon.

"Come on, sir, please grant me a death!"

He shouted loudly, waved the weapon in his hand, and ran towards Tang Zhen.

If you look closely, you can see a smile on the face of the duel, and a look of expectation in his eyes.

Soon he saw that a touch of red clouds was flying towards him, and he flew into the sky lightly.

The headless corpse was still on the ground with a weapon in his hand, and the pain was only fleeting.

"Haha... it really doesn't hurt..."

Before the consciousness disappeared, the duelist was still thinking about one thing.

Tang Zhen had better stay for a while, so that he could die a few more times and earn more compensation.