Eight hundred and seventieth chapters strength rolling
After 30,000 years of development, Shura City has become extremely prosperous.
The streets are bustling with people and traffic, and they don't seem to be much different from the city outside.
However, there were several people chasing and killing each other in the distance. It was obviously not a game.
This is a chaotic sea of demons, and killings can be seen everywhere.
However, killing people on the street does not help your own artistic conception of killing.
If you want to obtain the opponent's killing mood, you must enter the Shura Field.
Ye Yuan didn't want to cause trouble, so he went straight to the center of the city, where the Shura field was.
Walking to the central area, there was only one building there, which was a magnificent Shura field. Entering this area, Ye Yuan felt that his eyebrows were burning, and he couldn't help but have the urge to kill someone.
"It is indeed a place of killing, the air is filled with the smell of killing!" Ye Yuan praised.
After paying the entrance fee, Ye Yuan took Tan Si into the Shura field.
As soon as he entered the Shura field, Ye Yuan felt as if his soul was being monitored by some kind of existence. He knew that this was the cause of the killing order he had refined.
"When you enter the Shura Arena, the decisive killing order will automatically activate the killing mode. The martial arts arena will arrange battles for you every day. On the first level of the martial arts arena, you can only escape three times at most. If you fail to fight the fourth time, you will be directly obliterated!
"Tan Si reminded.
Under such rules, no one dares to slack off. Everyone is working hard to improve themselves and then try their best to kill their opponents.
Ye Yuan glanced at him lightly and said: "With your strength, you won't be able to pass the first floor, right?"
Tan Si snorted coldly, but said nothing more.
"Let's go to the martial arts arena first and take a look."
Ye Yuan walked grandly towards the martial arts arena, with Tan Si following behind, like a frustrated little daughter-in-law.
"Kill, kill, kill! Wang Dong, kill that rookie!"
As soon as they entered the martial arts arena, all the warriors inside roared as if they had been beaten to death, and asked one warrior on the stage to kill another.
The warrior named Wang Dong was very strong, and his opponent was not on the same level as him at all. He was just toying with his opponent.
"Bang!" Wang Dong raised his hand and punched his opponent, directly smashing him into pieces.
Seeing this bloody scene, the audience in the audience was extremely excited and shouted Wang Dong's name.
"Wang Dong! Wang Dong!"
"Wang Dong, I love you so much, come to my room tonight!"
Wang Dong himself was extremely proud and kept waving to the audience.
This is a paradise for the strong. As long as you have strength, you can get everything you want. Yuanjing, women, everything you want!
"Hey, you're a newbie? You only have the strength of the second level of Tianqi. Gee, I don't know how many days I can last!"
"Haha, I bet he will be killed in the first battle in four days, what do you think?"
"It depends on luck. If he meets a rookie, he might be able to live a few more days."
Ye Yuan, a new face, quickly attracted the attention of others, but obviously no one thought highly of him.
New people come here every day, but less than 10% can actually establish themselves. The vast majority of people will not survive the first three battles, which is a month.
A second-level Apocalypse like Ye Yuan has almost no chance of surviving the first game.
"Too weak! Is there anyone stronger who can come up so that I can enjoy myself to the fullest?"
Wang Dong did not leave the martial arts arena immediately, but started provoking on the stage. However, no one dared to respond to his arrogant provocation. It was obvious that his strength was at the first level and he was a very strong existence.
Ye Yuan looked over and found that Wang Dong was also a three-star soul general. On his forehead, the fourth star was looming, obviously it was not far from the four stars condensing.
There is a hurdle from three stars to four stars. When the fourth star appears on the forehead, the warrior will be able to understand the true meaning of the first level of killing.
In other words, Wang Dong's artistic conception will soon break through to the level of supreme true meaning.
Suddenly, Ye Yuan floated up and fell into the fighting arena.
When Wang Dong saw a young man flying in, he couldn't help but look stunned, and immediately laughed and said: "Boy, is this your first day here? You idiot who doesn't overestimate your abilities, how dare you challenge me with your strength?"
Everyone in the audience burst into laughter.
"Boy, give in quickly, Wang Dong is in a good mood, maybe he will spare your life!"
"That kid, Wang Dong is the tenth-ranked player on the first floor. If you go up like this, you will die miserably!"
"Oh, there are so many idiots these days! You don't understand the situation when you come to Shura Field, and you just rush there and die. It's enough!"
It is not a big deal to voluntarily admit defeat in the martial arts arena, but part of the loser's killing mood will be taken away and entered into the opponent's killing order.
Of course, the premise is that you have the ability to voluntarily admit defeat.
Some people in the martial arts arena were killed instantly before they could even say the word "admit defeat".
Wang Dong is already in the late stage of the Apocalypse Realm, and his realm is similar to Tan Si. In the eyes of others, killing a second-level Apocalypse is too easy.
Ye Yuan stretched out a finger and said calmly: "With one move, I will send you back to the west."
Wang Dong's expression changed and he sneered: "Arrogant boy! You will be beaten to death by me just like the man just now! Ha!"
Wang Dong shouted loudly, and his fists were like dragons coming out of the sea, heading straight for Ye Yuan.
Ye Yuan just stood there, motionless, quietly waiting for Wang Dong's arrival.
Just when Wang Dong's fist reached in front of Ye Yuan, Ye Yuan suddenly punched out.
The two fists connected, and a huge impact hit Wang Dong like a mountain falling apart.
"Bang!"
Wang Dong's body exploded like a watermelon, and his death state was almost exactly the same as that of the warrior he killed before.
"No... isn't it? He beat Wang Dong to pieces with one punch. How can this kid... be so strong?"
The originally excited audience was now stunned.
The contrast between reality and their imagination was so great that they did not react for a while.
The tenth-ranked man on the first floor was killed with just one punch?
Ye Yuan stretched out his hand to take a photo, and Wang Dong's storage ring came into his hands. Wang Dong's killing order was quietly suspended in the air, and a wisp of red smoke slowly overflowed from it and flowed into Ye Yuan's hands.
in a distant body.
"Is this the artistic conception of killing? Well...it can actually substantiate an artistic conception. This chaotic sea of demons is really a magical place." Ye Yuan said with emotion.
With the decisive killing order, Ye Yuan could clearly feel that his killing mood was improving.
With a "swish" sound, Wang Dong's killing order flew into the air and finally disappeared.
"Is there anyone else coming up? If no one is here, I'll come back tomorrow." Ye Yuan said calmly.
The audience was silent. The punch just now was so shocking that no one dared to challenge Ye Yuan on stage.
Suddenly, a burly man jumped onto the ring and said coldly: "Young boy, why are you so arrogant? Let's see your Lord Tiger take care of you!"