Luo Zheng's ranking in the Hall of the Gods rose rapidly, attracting unprecedented attention.
However, he himself was not sure.
After his tenth consecutive victory, Luo Zheng finally decided to take a breather in the Hall of the Gods.
The moment he opened the door to the room, a dense crowd of Lower True Gods surrounded the door so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through.
These lesser true gods had not expected Luo Zheng to appear at this time. They were exchanging information with each other, trying to guess who this anonymous person was. When the door opened, everyone fell silent at the same time. This scene was very strange.
Luo Zheng scanned the crowd, then asked indifferently, "Why are you looking for me …?"
These lesser true gods sized up Luo Zheng, trying to find any clues on him. However, Luo Zheng did not have any specific characteristics. In order to maintain his anonymity, he had even turned his long robe light blue.
"I want to challenge you!" someone shouted loudly.
After the first person issued the challenge, the others immediately followed suit, practically swarming over.
"Can I challenge you? My ranking is seventy places away from yours …"
"Pick me!"
There were very few people in the Arena of the Gods who were so popular.
In their eyes, this anonymous person who was participating in the leapfrog battle could have his winning streak ended at any time. Once they defeated this anonymous person, they would also be rewarded handsomely!
Losing to an anonymous person would only result in a small loss of points. Everyone was willing to give it a try!
"If you defeat me, I can give you an extra twenty Shenwu coins!" someone suddenly had an idea and said.
To the lesser true gods of the floating island, twenty Shenwu coins was not a large sum.
Thus, someone quickly followed suit!
"Eighty Shenwu coins. As long as you accept my challenge and can defeat me …"
"Two hundred Shenwu coins …"
"Three hundred …"
Like an auction, the group of true gods in front of Luo Zheng began to raise the price.
"They can do this..." Luo Zheng was dumbfounded as he looked at this group of crazy guys. This scene was also unexpected for Luo Zheng, but he was quite happy to see it.
However, according to the rules of the Hall of Gods, those who were qualified to challenge Luo Zheng were only lower-level true gods who were one hundred ranks higher than him and one hundred ranks higher than him. There were only two hundred people in total. Moreover, the lower-level true gods who had obtained their current rankings were not considered to be the top existences on the floating island. Naturally, they were not particularly wealthy.
After a few rounds of bidding, the final bidder was a fat man who offered 550 Shenwu coins.
Previously, these people were so enthusiastic because losing to Luo Zheng wasn't a big deal. However, losing five hundred Shenwu Coins was not something an ordinary person could bear.
"Five hundred and fifty Shenwu coins, how about that?" Fatty stared at Luo Zheng and said loudly.
"Deal." Luo Zheng smiled faintly. He could earn points and Shenwu coins at the same time, so why not?
"I'm number seven hundred and sixty thousand eight!"
After the fatty left his room, he was overjoyed. He ran to his room with a jolt of his buttocks.
Five hundred Shenwu coins was indeed a heartache for Fatty, but in his eyes, it was worth it.
In his opinion, even if he really lost to Luo Zheng, he could still force Luo Zheng to use his trump card and determine Luo Zheng's background …
As soon as Luo Zheng returned to his room, he saw rays of light pop up on the wall of his room. There were actually dozens of challenge requests.
Faced with these challenges, Luo Zheng did not care at all. Then, he accepted Fatty's challenge.
"Whoosh …"
As the surrounding scenery changed, a brand new environment appeared around Luo Zheng.
"Eh?"
Luo Zheng's eyes revealed a look of surprise.
Previously, the environment in the Arena of Gods was the same. It was a boundless plain with a clear starry sky. Luo Zheng had been fighting in the same environment since he became a Godly martial artist. There were no changes at all.
However, it was different this time. He was in a world of ice and snow. Beneath his feet was a layer of slippery ice. Under the layer of ice, there were huge fishes swimming back and forth. In the sky, there were also fist-sized snowflakes that smashed down, making "puff puff puff" sounds.
"Why is the environment in this Arena of Gods different?" Luo Zheng asked curiously.
Fatty heard Luo Zheng's surprised voice and laughed. "You don't know?"
Luo Zheng shook his head. "I really don't know."
"You can change the environment at will in the Arena of Gods. However, you need to pay a certain amount of points," Fatty said proudly.
"Change the environment …"
Luo Zheng scanned the white snowy plain around him. Then, he said indifferently, "This is not an illusion, but a real world. This world should be beneficial for True Gods who cultivate the Law of Ice or the Snow Imprint Divine Path."
"Correct." Fatty chuckled. He shook his fat belly, and ice marks slowly condensed from his belly. Soon, the outline of an armor appeared. It was actually an ice armor.
"Snow Imprint Divine Path." Luo Zheng was not very interested in Fatty's ability. His Immeasurable Ruler had already absorbed the Snow Imprint Divine Path. "However, this is a little unfair. Since the Arena of Gods is a place where True Gods compete, it should be as fair as an arena. If even the environment can be changed at will, everyone would be willing to choose an environment that is beneficial to them, right?"
When the fatty heard Luo Zheng's words, he chuckled again. He stretched out his round leg and lightly stomped on the ground. A frost vortex appeared on the ground, and a six-foot long staff appeared from the vortex. The surface of the staff was covered with snowflake patterns, as if it was formed by snowflakes. He grabbed the staff and continued, "You think the Arena of the Gods is just an arena? You've underestimated it. The history of the Arena of the Gods is complicated, and the things it contains are far beyond what you can imagine. You can pursue anything here, but there's no such thing as fairness! Haha! "
"What do you mean …?" Luo Zheng did not understand Fatty's words.
Fatty ignored Luo Zheng and waved the staff in his hand. Then, he jumped up and pounced toward Luo Zheng!
At the same time, a white fog appeared under Luo Zheng's feet. The white fog turned into snowflakes and quickly spread out. The temperature around Luo Zheng began to drop rapidly. His entire body became extremely slow.
In comparison, this fatty was actually extremely agile. He appeared in front of Luo Zheng in almost an instant, and a long staff smashed down on his head.
Luo Zheng's expression did not change at all. He did not even try to block the attack. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the staff.
At this stage, Luo Zheng's opponents were still able to surprise him and crush him with great strength. Luo Zheng did not need to think too much.
Unexpectedly, Fatty revealed a strange smile at this moment. At the same time, the moment Luo Zheng grabbed the staff, he felt a slight chill in his hand. That staff was actually a handful of snowflakes … Then, Luo Zheng turned his hand and chopped at Fatty's face. Unexpectedly, this "Fatty" also turned into a pile of snowflakes and scattered in front of Luo Zheng.
"I knew you had extraordinary strength. However, you are too naive if you think you can defeat me with just strength …"
News about the strength and characteristics of the anonymous person had already spread among the Lower True Gods. Many True Gods had studied Luo Zheng's characteristics. Fatty had obviously come prepared.
Fatty's voice rang out behind Luo Zheng. At the same time, there was a whistling sound. Fatty's concealment technique was unexpectedly unpredictable. In an instant, he had stuck close to Luo Zheng's back and launched an attack at the same time.
Luo Zheng did not say anything. He suddenly twisted his body and turned around to kick Fatty.
"Swish …"
After the kick, Fatty turned into a pile of snowflakes again. After being kicked by Luo Zheng, the scattered snowflakes suddenly fluttered like thousands of tiny silver insects dancing in the air. It was extremely beautiful …
"Wrong again!"
Fatty laughed mischievously. He finally made his move. He appeared behind Luo Zheng again. Little ice marks appeared on the white staff in his hand. Suddenly, he smashed Luo Zheng's back.
However, this staff only lightly touched Luo Zheng's back, leaving a faint ice mark. It did not cause any substantial damage to Luo Zheng.
After he smashed the staff, he quickly rolled away like a ball, creating a distance between him and Luo Zheng. One of his hands was emitting surging cold air. He constantly stroked the top of the staff, as if he was constantly pouring something into it.
His face was still wearing that complacent smile, as if victory was already in his hands.
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