Lao Ba was startled when he heard this. Song Zheng had returned to his lazy state again and slumped on the sofa: "Okay, let's get ready. I will let you take action naturally. You have been strengthened twice and defeated
That arrogant lion is no problem."
Amid the curses and noises of the gamblers, three minutes passed quickly, and a total of four challengers stood up.
Only the "Eighth Prince" was sent from the box. Among the remaining three, one was a low-level gladiator who was eager to stand out, and the other two were gamblers who were red-blooded after losing and wanted to gamble their lives on the stage.
According to the rules, challengers need to choose the strongest one first, and only this one can be qualified to challenge the Iron-Blooded One.
Lao Ba has been lured down by the fox demon girl Feifei. Song Zheng is sitting alone in the box, his face is calm and his eyes are unruffled. No one can tell what he is thinking in his heart.
There was no suspense about the challenger qualifications. The two gamblers lost easily. Only the gladiator caused some obstruction to Lao Ba, but it was only an obstruction.
Lao Ba rested for twenty minutes, and the challenge officially began.
Song Zheng watched quietly in the box. Lao Ba was at a disadvantage from the beginning. The Lion Demon Iron-Blooded Man had won twenty games in a row and was very powerful.
Lao Ba soon understood that this was a life and death battle, and it would not be as easy as the master said.
Ten minutes later, his whole body was covered with wounds, and blood kept pouring out of the wounds. But the iron-blooded man on the opposite side was intact and was fighting him with ease. There was even a trace of ridicule and contempt in the indifferent lion eyes.
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Song Zheng watched quietly in the box. He would not help Lao Ba. Whether he could get through this or not, he could only rely on himself.
This is a process of growth. Only by passing this test can he proceed with future plans.
Lao Ba's actions were getting slower and slower, and his attacks were getting weaker and weaker. The gamblers were so excited that they kept yelling at the Iron-Blooded Man to kill him, and they were about to win.
The Iron-Blooded Man also feels that it is over, and has won the 21st consecutive victory!
He used a beautiful running movement to avoid the "Eighth Prince's" counterattack, wrapped his left arm around the Eighth Prince's neck, and then swung his body up, intending to directly break the Eighth Prince's neck.
But when he was halfway through the movement, the Eighth Prince suddenly opened his mouth and bit off a piece of meat from his arm!
"Roar!" The Iron-Blooded Ones were in severe pain. At their level, they rarely used the fighting methods of instinctive beasts.
But the Eighth Prince used it!
He completely gave up all the methods of the demon clan and became entangled with the iron-blooded bull like a wild beast, constantly scratching and biting.
The gamblers were stunned for a moment, and soon found that such a fight was also very exciting, because screams kept coming, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere under the bites.
The entangled Iron-Blooded Man was unable to use martial arts, so he also used the most primitive method to fight the Eighth Prince.
The roars of the two gladiators became increasingly weak. They were entangled together, and they seemed to have bitten each other's vital points. It was not clear who would win.
Then it was quiet for half a minute, with only the crackling of lightning coming from the arena.
Suddenly, the two entangled huge bodies moved, and the Iron-Blooded Man pushed the Eighth Prince away and stood up.
The cheers of the gamblers suddenly came like a storm, but the iron-blooded man fell backwards, fell to the ring with a loud bang, and never got up again.
The cheers stopped abruptly.
When they got closer, the gamblers saw that there was a seemingly inconspicuous wound on the iron-blooded man's chest, and blood was constantly pouring out.
This should have been a fatal blow, piercing his heart directly.
The Eighth Prince finally stood up unsteadily. He covered his neck with his claws. His blood vessels had been bitten open by the Iron-Blooded Man. If the demon race hadn't been extremely vital, they would have died together this time!
The whole audience was surprised, but then all kinds of curses continued to sound, and the gamblers used the most vicious words to attack the Eighth Prince who caused them to lose money. There was no respect for the weak defeating the strong.
The fox demon girl Feifei quickly entered the hospital and began to treat Lao Ba.
Song Zheng was still sitting quietly in the box, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes.
Under the healing spells of the demon tribe, Lao Ba's life was saved. He received a reward of 36 million demon gold accumulated by the iron-blooded people. The treatment cost 2 million, and there was still 34 million left.
He has become a legend in the arena who got rich overnight, and will become the star of the arena's external publicity for a long time to come.
At this time, he has two choices. The first is to cash in the bonus and fly away; the second is to continue to accept the challenge and earn more bonuses.
The prize money given to the winning gladiator in the arena does not have a fixed amount, but is based on the casino's profits. However, there is no doubt that the more games in a winning streak, the more gamblers it can attract, so it will definitely be higher in the future.
The larger the amount.
The "Eighth Prince" has now provoked a strong man and paid attention to Zheng Gao. The arena immediately sent a demon to discuss with him, hoping that he could stay and continue to accept the challenge.
After Lao Ba experienced this battle, his carefree temperament faded a lot, and his feelings for Song Zheng became more complicated.
But on this issue, he and Song Zheng will undoubtedly have the same choice: "I agree."
His clothes had been torn in the battle, and a very suitable black suit was prepared for him in the arena. He still followed Song Zheng and walked out. After all the monsters on the road respectfully saluted Song Zheng, they also began to treat him slightly.
Nod in greeting.
He asked Song Zheng in a low voice: "How many consecutive games do I need to win?"
Song Zheng seemed to reply nonchalantly: "It will take at least thirty games."
"Why?"
"Only Mr. Olson from Torimi City will be interested in watching one of your games if you have played more than 30 games. If the winning streak is too small, it will not interest him at all."
Lao Ba was stunned: "Olson, that Olson? Is he in Torimi City?"
"Yes."
Mr. Olson is notorious among the human resistance organizations. He has served as the intelligence chief of several planets. Every time he goes to a planet, he will have outstanding work and successfully investigate the human resistance organizations on the planet. What will happen next for the resistance organizations?
will suffer a heavy blow.
The same is true for Jade Drum Star.
Lao Ba gritted his teeth: "Is this the purpose of Nian's arrangements for me to come to the arena? To assassinate Olson?"
The two of them happened to walk into a deserted alley. Song Zheng suddenly turned around and pushed towards Lao Ba. The latter felt an invisible huge force strangle his neck, and lifted it up with a cry, his back
He hit the wall with a bang, and he was pressed against the wall unable to move.
Song Zheng looked at him and said coldly: "Call me Master!"