The Heavenly Master is the weakest? I summon millions of ghost soldiers!

After eating delicious food and listening to his mother's care, Chen Lang felt the warmth of his family for the first time. After dinner, he went out to play with his classmates. Of course, he didn't go to play, or no classmates were willing to play with him, because he was a rubbish job? Even the classmates who were familiar with him before, now all avoided him! "There are two feasible options now, pay back the money, or get rid of Zhang Hu directly!" "It's impossible to pay back the money!" "But if you want to kill Zhang Hu... He seems to be more than 10 levels. I don't know if my current strength is enough? And fighting is strictly prohibited in the city, I'm afraid it will cause trouble!" Walking on the road, Chen Lang analyzed the current situation, and his eyes suddenly lit up. "I remember... there seems to be a kind of spiritual contract in this world!"

"It's called a death fight!"

"Both sides fight with their lives, and the winner can take everything from the loser, but the premise is that both sides must agree!"

Thinking of this, a plan took shape in Chen Lang's mind, and then he took out his mobile phone and called Zhang Hu.

"What? Let me tell you, begging for mercy is useless!"

"Get the house deed ready as soon as possible!"

As soon as the call was connected, an arrogant and domineering voice came over!

Hearing this, Chen Lang said indifferently.

"Hehe, it seems that you are sure to eat me?"

"You just saw it? It's too late!"

"You deserve to be eaten!"

Zhang Hu's voice became more proud. He liked the feeling of bullying the weak and the other party being helpless!

Chen Lang continued in a flat tone.

"How about this? Let's have a death fight! If I lose, not only the house but also my life will be yours!"

"Isn't this more satisfying?"

After hearing this, Zhang Hu was silent for a moment before answering.

"Are you crazy? Dare to play a death fight with me!?"

"If I remember correctly..."

"Your profession seems to be a C-level Heavenly Master? You don't even have combat skills, and you can only summon a broken skeleton. Why don't you want to live?"

These questions do not mean that he still has good intentions, but he thinks Chen Lang's proposal is too incredible and is worried that it is a fraud!

Ignoring his inquiry, Chen Lang pretended to be impatient.

"Why do you care so much? Are you afraid of me?"

Hearing this, Zhang Hu hesitated, seemed to think of something, and smiled disdainfully.

"Hahaha, I understand. You know that Han Ling has a new lover? You don't want to live anymore, right?"

"What a useless idiot!"

"That's fine. Let me take your cheap life! You will be my free laborer forever and make money for me!"

That's right. Death fights don't necessarily require killing the other party. As long as one party admits defeat or is unable to fight back, the moment the contract takes effect, the loser will be like a walking corpse and must follow the orders of the winner!

Even if you want to die, you need the winner's permission!

So most people will not participate in such a contract unless they are 100% sure of winning!

"Okay, buy the contract. I don't have money."

After that, Chen Lang hung up the phone and walked towards the school.

On the other side, Zhang Hu looked at his phone with a suspicious look on his face.

He always felt that something was wrong. He dialed Han Ling's number and the call was quickly connected. A crisp and charming voice sounded.

"Hey, Brother Hu, what's wrong?"

Hearing this, Zhang Hu cleared his throat and asked.

"Han Ling, I want to ask you something!"

"Are you sure that Chen Lang has awakened to the C-level professional Tianshi? There can be no mistake, right?"

Han Ling's voice sounded quickly, her tone full of contempt.

"Of course I am sure, absolutely true! I thought that the rubbish had good grades and could awaken a powerful profession. What a waste of my time!"

"Here, this is the photo taken at that time!"

Zhang Hu immediately received Han Ling's message, which was the photo of Chen Lang when he awakened. He looked extremely ugly, and the screen behind him showed a few big words!

[C-level profession: Tianshi]

"Hahaha, okay, I'm relieved!"

"It's okay, go about your business!"

But Han Ling interrupted quickly.

"Brother Hu, is there something wrong with Chen Lang?"

Hearing this, Zhang Hu rolled his eyes and answered.

"No, what's the problem with dealing with a rookie?"

"Don't worry!"

"After selling his house, you will get the benefits!"

This was what Zhang Hu and Han Ling had agreed on before, to sell Chen Lang's house and split the profits 50-50!

As for the death match...

Zhang Hu is ready to take this bargain for himself!

Han Ling got a satisfactory answer and said nothing more. She hung up after a few polite words, and Zhang Hu completely let down his guard!

He is a B-level boxer, a serious fighting profession!

C-level trash, not even enough to fill his teeth!

After groping in the desk for a while, a scroll shining with a strange light was taken out, which was the so-called death match spirit contract!

"Tsk tsk tsk, this spirit contract cost me 10 gold coins, but it's worth it to exchange for an eternal slave!"

"Use the spirit contract!"

"Opponent's name, Chen Lang, ID, 142325..., confirm to send the death match invitation!"

Nanyang No. 1 High Martial Arts College.

As soon as Chen Lang stepped into the training classroom, Zhang Hu's death match invitation popped up in front of him, and the time was set at 12 noon tomorrow!

After a careful scan, he confirmed that there was no problem.

Chen Lang hid his personal information and chose to accept the invitation!

[The deathmatch contract has been reached. At 12 o'clock tomorrow, participants will be automatically transferred to the arena. Please prepare in advance! ]

At this point, the deathmatch is officially established. Unless both parties agree to cancel it, there is no other way to cancel it!

After closing the interface, Chen Lang found the teacher on duty and said politely.

"Hello, teacher. I am a freshman in Class 93 of the first year, Chen Lang!"

"I want to enter the dungeon for training. Please help me start it!"

Practical training is usually the responsibility of teachers in each class. On Saturdays and Sundays, it is done by the teacher on duty!

Hearing this, the teacher on duty looked up at Chen Lang and nodded with some satisfaction.

"You come to train on weekends. You are very hardworking!"

"Please register your student ID for me!"

There are still many students in the school who have unsatisfactory careers or poor family conditions, so Chen Lang's behavior is not special!

After a simple registration, the teacher on duty took Chen Lang into the training classroom.

"It's been a month since the start of school, you should be at level 5, right?"

"Then I'll help you open level 0-10..."

Hearing this, Chen Lang quickly interrupted the teacher.

"Sorry, teacher, I'm not at level 5 yet."

"Please..."

"Just help me open the level 0-5 novice dungeon!"

After hearing this, the teacher on duty glanced at Chen Lang with some confusion, but did not ask any more questions.

Following the instructions, Chen Lang stood on the magic circle.

As the light flashed, when he opened his eyes again, he had come to a dark cave. Not far in front of him lay a ferocious monster that he had never seen before, drooling at him!