Arena, backstage.
A black-clothed man sat in his seat, looking at the huge screen in front of him, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.
"A bunch of fools, so easily fooled!"
"This time, I can earn a fortune again!"
"Performance exceeded expectations, I believe the Vice Sect Master will give me a lot of rewards, right?"
The black-clothed man thought to himself, his expression becoming more and more smug.
"Shopkeeper, are we going to start?"
At this time, a woman came in and said.
"Don't rush, let them finish betting!" The black-clothed man said.
"Yes, Shopkeeper!"
The woman nodded slightly and strode away with big steps.
"Wait!" The black-clothed man stopped the woman.
"Shopkeeper, do you have any other instructions?" The woman was puzzled.
"Come here!"
The black-clothed man beckoned.
With doubts, the woman walked to the black-clothed man's side. After listening to the black-clothed man's words, her pupils constricted and her expression changed drastically.
"This … this isn't too good, if they discover the truth, I'm afraid …" The woman said.
"What are you afraid of? This is my Asura Sect's territory, if they dare to be impudent, will the Vice Sect Master sit idly by? "
"Besides, Young Master Icy Frost is so powerful, dealing with the Asura King will be easy!"
"He won't wait for the Asura King to act, Young Master Icy Frost will definitely kill the Asura King!" The black-clothed man said.
"Shopkeeper, if that's the case, then why the need to do this?" The woman was puzzled.
"I'm just in case!"
"We bet so many Divine Essence Stones this time, if we lose, our lives will be lost here, understand?" The black-clothed man said.
"Yes, Shopkeeper!"
The woman nodded heavily and walked away quickly.
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The surroundings of the arena were packed with people.
Everyone's eyes were glued to the arena, their faces filled with excitement.
Most people had bet their lives on the Asura King, it would be a lie to say they were not nervous.
Time slowly passed, more and more people gathered.
Many people's foreheads overflowed with fine beads of sweat.
"Why isn't it starting? The time is over! "
"Yeah, hurry up and start!"
Many people could not sit still and started shouting.
The entire scene became more and more intense.
In the midst of the crowd's shouting, the host finally walked out from backstage and stood in front of the stage.
"Dear guests, sorry for the long wait!"
"In order to give everyone time to place their bets, we have deliberately delayed this by a quarter hour. At the same time, this is also to allow the Asura King to restore itself to its peak condition. I ask that everyone understand!"
The host's voice reverberated faintly, clearly reaching everyone's ears.
Hearing this, many people revealed embarrassed looks on their faces.
"Isn't the Shura Gate being too polite? He's actually delaying the Asura King's recovery time! "
"Looks like we've wrongly accused the Shura Gate!"
"As expected of a great power, they're actually so honest. I'm truly touched!"
"From now on, I'll only come to the Hell Cage to place bets!"
"Me too!"
Hearing this, the host smiled.
"Thank you for your understanding. There's still a quarter of an hour before the eighth match begins!"
"Let's wait and see who will emerge victorious!"
After the host finished speaking, he once again stepped backstage and disappeared from everyone's sight.
After waiting anxiously for a while, the duel finally began.
The host stood on the stage again and said, "This round has finally begun!"
"First, let us welcome our Asura King!"
After this sound.
"Buzz …"
The heavy iron door slowly opened.
A five-meter-tall giant strode into the field from behind the iron door.
He waved his fists and hammered heavily at the sky, causing the air to explode.
"Asura King, Asura King …"
Everyone followed Asura Han, waving their fists and shouting the Asura King's name loudly.
The entire scene was in an uproar.
After a long time.
The scene gradually calmed down.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the Asura King.
"Sure enough, the Asura King's condition is obviously better than the previous match!"
"Yeah, this time, he's definitely going to win!"
"Thinking that I can earn 25% of the Divine Origin Stones, my heart seems to be jumping out of my chest."
"Me too, I'm so excited!"
The host waved his hand, and everyone stopped discussing.
"Next, let us welcome our new contestant — Young Master Ice!"
After the host finished speaking, the thick iron door on the other side slowly opened.
Han Xing walked out of the iron door, his eyes filled with a deathly gray color.
He looked like he had no spirit at all.
Such a scene, everyone could not help but sigh.
"Haha, too weak, too weak!"
"With such strength, he dares to fight with the Asura King? He really doesn't know how to write the word death! "
"No matter how strong he is, as long as the Asura King can win!"
"That's right!"
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the arena.
When the iron door closed, the host said, "No matter what means you use, one person will live and one person will die!"
"The match begins now!"
Just as the voice fell.
"Boom …"
The Asura King rushed towards Han Xing with huge steps.
For this scene, Han Xing just stood there stupidly as if he did not see it.
"Boom …"
The huge fist, without any accident, smashed heavily on Han Xing's face.
Han Xing's body flew out, hit the iron wall, fell to the ground, like a dead fish, motionless.
"Good!"
Bursts of cheers, constantly sounded.
Everyone's face was filled with irrepressible smiles.
"This battle is simpler than I thought!"
"Yeah, that Young Master Ice is a complete weakling!"
"Mighty, the Asura King is mighty!"
Exclamations continued.
Everyone's eyes, closely followed the movement of the Asura King's body.
Only to see.
The Asura King did not stop, he jumped up with his right leg.
Like a cannonball, he stepped heavily on Han Xing's body.
"Boom …"
The ground trembled, dust flew up, shrouding the Asura King and Han Xing.
When the dust settled.
The Asura King stood there, raising his hands high.
"Won, won!"
"Haha, he really won!"
"Is it necessary to be so excited? Isn't this a sure thing?"
"Why not announce the victory!"
Everyone looked up at the host with doubts.
The host smiled and said, "The rule of this arena is to kill the opponent!"
"I didn't announce the Asura King's victory, which means that Young Master Ice is not dead!" The host said.
"He is not dead yet?"
"No way?"
"Asura King, twist his neck!"
Shouts, constantly sounded.
The Asura King looked puzzled, looking at Han Xing, his pupils shrank.
Only to see.
There was no injury on Han Xing's body.
"How is this possible?"
The Asura King was surprised.
"Can't you use a little strength?"
At this time, a voice came into the Asura King's ears.
This voice, like the voice of the devil from hell, made the Asura King's body tremble.
"You have some skills, but, so what?!"
"Now that we're here, either you die or I live!"
"I don't believe I can't kill you!"
After saying that, the Asura King pounced on Han Xing.
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