The cultivator in front of him had won thirty matches in a row.
According to the arena's judgment, the payout for this match was one to thirty, which was already a pretty good payout.
However, no cultivator would bet on Ye Tianze. He was the only one who chose to bet on himself, and for a hundred thousand merit points.
Thanks to his previous battle with that cultivator, Ye Tianze suppressed his strength to an even lower level. He was only using less than 5% of his full power.
Facing a cultivator of the same level, with his astral jades and physical body, it would be bullying if he won with brute force. Ye Tianze wasn't in a hurry.
He discovered that the cultivator before him was slightly stronger than the previous cultivator. At the very least, in terms of battle experience, he was far stronger than the previous cultivator.
Moreover, different races had different fighting styles. The one in front of him was from the Abyss Race, and he even had Death Light Worms.
Ye Tianze had encountered the Abyss Race when he first arrived, and they were on the same level as Lady Yu. Unfortunately, he lost the Nether Ghost Claw in the end.
An hour later, after a tough battle, Ye Tianze killed the Abyss Race cultivator.
A guard walked over and asked Ye Tianze if he wanted to continue. Ye Tianze naturally chose to continue. The Chaos Lands were far crueler than the outside world.
The only rule here was that there were no rules. Of course, the Animal Fighting Colosseum was even better. The cultivators here grew up in the midst of slaughter, and Ye Tianze was able to accumulate a lot of battle experience here.
After all, the Portrait of All Beings was too small. Even though he had lived two lives, his memories weren't enough to give him an advantage here.
If he could fight against the cultivators of all races in the Chaotic Homeland, it would be of great help to him in the future as he journeyed through the myriad worlds and worlds.
There was no rest time in the Beastmaster Arena. One could buy a ticket at any time. The battles here would never stop.
After winning ten matches in a row, Ye Tianze had many injuries on his body, many of which were fatal.
After fighting ten battles, Ye Tianze had only used ten percent of his strength at his peak. Although he had been injured, the battle experience he had accumulated here was something that could not be given anywhere else.
"Looks like I have to increase my strength to twenty percent!"
Ye Tianze thought to himself.
"Do you want to continue?" A guard asked.
This guard was the same one from before. However, it wasn't the same guard that came every time. After all, the Colosseum had to take care of too many Colosseum cages.
When Ye Tianze raised his head, the guard felt a little familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere. He carefully thought about it, and then looked at the serial number of the cage. His face suddenly showed a surprised expression.
"It's you!"
The guard looked at Ye Tianze's bloody appearance in disbelief. He even specially checked Ye Tianze's battle record.
He discovered that this cultivator called Ye Wuque had actually won ten matches.
"Continue." Ye Tianze calmly replied, "In addition, give me ten hundred thousand Martial Merit Points betting on myself. One bet is a hundred thousand Martial Merit Points."
The guard was stunned for a moment. When he looked at Ye Tianze, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine. Only then did he react and quickly returned.
He immediately went to the core of the formation and checked Ye Tianze's battle record, as well as the number of Martial Merit Points he had obtained.
"Damn it, he actually won thirty-one million Martial Merit Points!"
The guard knew that things had gotten out of hand. "This guy is pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger. Very good, he actually dares to cause trouble in the Colosseum. I'm afraid he's tired of living!"
The guard didn't want to act rashly and alert the enemy. He bought Ye Tianze a betting ticket and asked another guard to deliver it to him. Then, he hurriedly went to the entrance.
"Lord Deacon, someone is causing trouble." The guard calmly said.
"Hmm?"
The deacon's squinted eyes suddenly opened. "Strange, bring me to take a look."
The guard immediately led the way. On the way, the deacon asked, "What's the name of this person?"
"Ye Wuque." The guard replied.
"Hmm?" The deacon felt that the name was familiar, but he couldn't recall it. "What's his background?"
"I don't know yet." The guard replied.
When they reached the core, the guard opened the formation. Immediately, Ye Tianze's Colosseum Cage appeared. At this moment, Ye Tianze was preparing for his eleventh battle.
Seeing the person inside, the deacon was stunned for a moment. "This guy looks familiar. How many battles has he won?"
"Ten battles. He won ten battles in a row." The guard replied. "He never came out."
The deacon frowned and said, "He's always like this?"
"That's right. When he fought his first battle, it was me who took over and earned a few hundred thousand Martial Merit Points. However, he bet all of them on himself, a hundred thousand for each battle."
The guard said.
"How much did he win?" The deacon asked.
"Including the Martial Merit Points he obtained from killing cultivators, he earned a total of nearly thirty million Martial Merit Points." The guard said. "More than half of them were paid by us."
"Thirty million Martial Merit Points isn't much. However … he dares to cause trouble in my Colosseum. He must be tired of living." The deacon said with a cold expression. "Investigate his background. Also, arrange a stronger opponent for him in the next battle. I want to see his specific strength."
The guard immediately left.
The battle soon began. The deacon carefully observed the Colosseum Cage and found that Ye Tianze wasn't that special. The battle in this Colosseum Cage was even a little dull compared to the other Colosseum Cages.
However, what surprised the deacon was that although Ye Tianze's battle style seemed dull, he was clearly seriously injured.
Moreover, he fought ten battles in a row. However, every time he attacked, he didn't let his opponent gain an advantage.
After fighting for nearly an hour, the deacon was surprised. His opponent only made a small mistake.
This mistake was very common in the Colosseum. It wasn't fatal. However, Ye Tianze seized this opportunity and directly killed this cultivator.
"Hiss!"
The deacon sucked in a breath of cold air and recovered after a long time. "It seems … this guy hid a lot of strength. But just now, he didn't use his hidden strength to kill this cultivator."
At this time, the guard returned. His expression was a little ugly. "Reporting to my lord, I've investigated thoroughly."
"Where did he come from?" The deacon asked.
"He came from a slave martial arts field. This slave martial arts field has just advanced to the intermediate level …" Then, the guard recounted everything that happened after Ye Tianze entered the slave martial arts field.
After the deacon finished, he fell silent. After a long time, he suddenly said, "I remember. This guy is that arrogant guy from before!"
The guard was confused.
"Who did he choose for the next battle?" The deacon asked.
The guard immediately found Ye Tianze's opponent. It was still a Mysterious Earth Realm cultivator, but he was at the peak of the Mysterious Earth Realm. Moreover, he had already won fifty battles in a row. His strength was obvious.
Seeing this, the deacon glanced at Ye Tianze in the Colosseum Cage and sneered. "Let him forfeit. Find a few people who have won a hundred battles in a row. They must be chosen by him."
The guard understood his meaning and immediately went to arrange it.
"You dare to cause trouble in my place. So what if you're from the Blood Race!" The deacon's face was cold. "You can't take a single thing away!"
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