I have a city in another world

Chapter 3037 Please die!
"Where is the staff, the uncle wants to place a bet, give me a little speed!"

"If you don't allow the bets, then close the business as soon as possible, and roll as far as you can."

"And the duelist, why don't you hurry up and get on the field, what are we doing here?"

Continuous scolding came from all around the arena, and the ones who shouted the most were none other than monks from other organizations.

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

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

Facing these clamoring monks, although the manager of the arena was angry, there was nothing he could do.

It is impossible for him to drive away the troublemakers. If that is the case, it is tantamount to taking the initiative to send the handle to the enemy.

If the other party wants what they want, they will definitely take the opportunity to make a move and turn the arena upside down.

Thinking of this, the manager felt more and more sad.

When it obtained the management right 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 is actually not clear, because his level is not enough.

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

If a great secret is involved, it will be like facing an abyss, and there will be no peace every moment.

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 there is a fire pit and abyss ahead, you must bite the bullet and jump down.

"Pass my order, everything will go on as usual, don't act rashly!"

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

He secretly swore in his heart that sooner or later, there would be a day when these damn bastards would pay the price.

In order for the death competition to continue, there must be duelists to fight against Tang Zhen.

Beheading hundreds of duelists, and at the same time more than 20 guarding monks, Tang Zhen's strength is beyond doubt.

Anyone who goes on the field to fight is equivalent to sending himself to death.

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

Except for self-abuse duelists, ordinary people will never easily try this cruel way of death, so as 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 up to Tang Zhen to fight.

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

More than half of the duelists will die in the arena, and less than a third will survive in the arena.

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 there are bonuses promised by the arena, so one by one is eager to try.

Some duelists wanted to refuse, but faced with the threat of the arena, they could only nod in resignation.

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

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

Although one problem was solved, another problem also emerged, that is, the payment of bets.

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

In this case, unless there is a hole in the brain, the bet on Tang Zhen will fail.

But in this way, the bets paid out will become extremely large, even if the multiplier becomes extremely small, but the number of spectators at the scene is [-].

A compensation may not hurt the muscles and bones, but if it continues, even Jinshan will be emptied.

This is a headache for the manager. He is worried that the arena will go bankrupt in a short time.

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

The hostile monks who had been waiting for a long time immediately placed a heavy bet, wishing to bring all their assets.

It's a pity that in the spiritual world, storage equipment cannot be used normally at all, and monks cannot carry large packages everywhere.

Convenience is convenient, but it will damage the image.

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

Immortals and mortals live together in the spiritual world, and monks also need to earn money, which is used to maintain the daily consumption of cultivation.

There are a lot of cultivation materials that need to be purchased from mortals, which is why monks organize business.

If it wasn't for this reason, how could these high-ranking monks snatch the management right of the arena?
Compared with ordinary people, the assets of monks are obviously more abundant, and the amount of betting is also shocking.

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

Seeing this, the managers of the arena gritted their teeth with hatred, but there was nothing they could do.

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

Until you find a solution, all you can do is be patient, and you must not be impulsive.

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

Under the eyes of all the duelists, the duelist who was selected walked towards Tang Zhen tremblingly.

The bones of the monks standing on the field made the duelists terrified, but they could only bite the bullet and lean on them.

"Your Mightiness……"

The duelist looked at Tang Zhen, clasped his fists and saluted.

"Ah."

Tang Zhen nodded slightly, not as arrogant as he imagined.

"That... the arena asked me to fight you, but I knew in my heart that I was not your opponent at all.

I only hope that when you kill me, you can make me die more happily, and don't die after tossing for a long time. "

Looking at the standing white bones and recalling the scene of the warm wind blowing away the flesh and blood, the duelist could not help but tremble.

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

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

Before he entered the field, he never thought of winning, he just hoped that he could die happily.

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

After saying his request, the duelist looked at Tang Zhen with anticipation in his eyes.

"can."

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

"Thank you, Your Excellency!"

The duelist was full of joy, and hurriedly bowed to Tang Zhen, not at all like an opponent who was about to start a life-and-death duel.

Seeing this, the audience around showed strange expressions on their faces.

It was the first time they saw someone bowing down to thank the person who was about to kill him before the battle.

But after thinking about it, I felt it was natural.

Anyway, death is inevitable, so it is natural to die more comfortably, so why make things difficult for yourself.

In the arena, the duelists were full of energy and raised their weapons.

"Come on, Your Excellency, 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 duelist's face and a look of anticipation in his eyes.

Soon he saw a red glow flying towards his face, and he flew into the sky lightly.

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

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

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

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

(End of this chapter)