Chapter 3039： Please give a death!

"Where is the staff, the uncle wants to bet, give me a faster speed!"

"If you don't want to bet, then close the business as soon as possible and roll as far as you can."

"The duel, why don't you hurry up and let's do it here?"

A series of continuous scoldings came from all around the arena, and the people who shouted the most were none other than monks from other organizations.

The purpose of their coming to the arena is to force the other party to close their doors and go out of business. They will certainly not sit and do nothing.

As long as the opportunity is seized, it will immediately cause trouble and cause losses to the manager.

Faced with these clamoring monks, the managers of the arena are helpless although they are angry.

He could not drive out the troublemakers. If this were the case, it would be tantamount to actively sending the handle to the enemy.

If the other party is desperate, they will definitely use the maneuver to turn the arena upside down.

The manager thought of this, and his heart felt more sad.

When the management authority of the arena was obtained, the organization had signed a contract with the Supreme Existence, and it 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.

I do n’t know better, the more I know, the greater the responsibility I bear.

If it involves the hidden secrets, it will be like an abyss, and it will be restless every moment.

Faced with the provocation of the enemy right now, he must respond. If the enemy is allowed to measure in, the consequences are simply unimaginable.

Even if there is an abyss of fire pits in front, you must jump hard.

"Tell my orders, everything will proceed as usual, no rash actions!"

The managers of the arena gave orders with their teeth, while staring at the hostile monks fiercely.

He vowed secretly in his heart that sooner or later there would be a day when the **** **** would pay the price.

If you want to continue the game of death, you must have a duel to play against Tang Zhen.

Killing hundreds of duelists, as well as more than 20 guarding monks, Tang Zhen's strength is beyond doubt.

Anyone playing the game is equivalent to taking the initiative to die.

Although it can be resurrected from death, the pain of death is real, and the intensity of pain is far greater than that of normal human races.

Except for the masochistic duel, ordinary people will never easily try this brutal way of death 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 go to Tang Zhen to fight.

In order to maintain the normal operation of the arena, the number of duels participating in the death competition is more than thousands.

More than half of the duels, less than a third of the survivors will die in the arena.

With the order of the managers, these duels were summoned and began to line up to fight with Tang Zhen.

They are not afraid of the pain of death, and the bonus promised by the arena, so they are eager to try one by one.

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

It is no longer a group battle, but a one-on-one fight, so that you can delay the time as much as possible.

As long as the death race continues, it is not a violation of the rules, which is also a coincidence.

Although one problem was solved, another problem also appeared, and that was the payment of bets.

Tang Zhen's strength is obvious to all. These duelists must have been defeated.

In this case, unless the brain is pitted, Tang Zhen will bet on failure.

But in this way, the bets paid out will become extremely large, even if the odds become extremely small, but the number of viewers on the scene is 100,000.

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

This is a headache for managers. He is worried that it will not be long before the arena goes bankrupt.

But even so, they can only stick to the scalp and think about other ways to solve the problem.

The hostile monk who waited for a long time immediately cast a heavy bet, hoping to bring all the assets over.

Unfortunately, in the spirit world, the storage equipment cannot be used normally, and the monks can't carry big parcels everywhere.

Convenience is convenient, but it will tarnish the image.

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

In the spirit world, where the immortals coexist, monks must also make money to maintain the daily consumption of cultivation.

There are many materials for spiritual practice that need to be purchased from mortals, which is why the monks organize business.

If it were not for this reason, would these high-ranking monks **** the management rights of the arena?

Compared to mortals, the monk ’s assets are obviously richer, and the number of bets is also shocking.

For them, this is a must-win investment. Naturally, invest as much as you want.

The managers of the arena saw their teeth and gritted their teeth, but they were helpless.

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

Before finding a solution, all you can do is patience.

It didn't take long for the betting to end, and another round of death competition began.

The duelist who was chosen to play, walked towards Tang Zhen diligently under the public attention.

The bones of the monk standing on the ground made the duelists frightened, but they could only lean on their heads and lean on them.

"Your Mightiness……"

The duel looked at Tang Zhen and performed a salute with a fist.

"Ok."

Tang Zhen nodded gently, not as proud as he had imagined.

"That ... the arena asked me to play against you, but I knew clearly that I was not your opponent at all.

I only hope that when you kill me, you can make me die more happily. "

Looking at the standing bones, recalling the scene where the warm wind was blowing flesh and blood, the duel shivered involuntarily.

You do n’t have to guess it, it must be quite a terrible torture, a very painful death.

Although the duelist has died more than once, he is really reluctant to try this pain, so he only pleaded before the battle.

Before he played, he didn't even think about winning, but just hoped he would die a little bit happier.

As for whether Tang Zhen agreed or not, in fact, the duel had no idea.

After speaking his request, the duel looked at Tang Zhen, his eyes full of anticipation.

"can."

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

"Thank you, sir!"

The duel was full of joy, and bowed to Tang Zhen quickly, unlike the opponent who was about to launch a life and death duel.

The audience around them saw their faces, showing strange expressions.

For the first time, they saw that someone bowed to the person who was about to kill themselves before fighting.

But when I think about it, I take it for granted.

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

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

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

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

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

Soon he saw that a touch of Hongxia flew head-on, and he flew into the sky lightly.

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

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

Before the consciousness disappears, the duelist is still thinking about something.

It is better for Tang Zhen to stay longer, so that he can die a few more times and earn more compensation.