"What match is it?" A warrior looked numbly at the bloody tornado on the fighting stage.
"It's the eighth game." He said, looking straight at the warrior on the gladiatorial stage.
"The record of being number one on the Earth Ranking has been broken. Does this kid still want to hit the record set by that myth?" one person asked in shock.
"It's not impossible." The onlookers shrugged and said.
"Fifteen minutes after Shura entered the Shura field, everything changed. No one can resist his bloody tornado."
A warrior who came later looked at the bloody tornado on the gladiatorial stage with some confusion. He was surprised by this fighting method.
The tornado passed by and no one survived.
"There are seven games in ten minutes, with an average of more than one minute per game. This eighth field ends in fifteen minutes, because after the seventh game, no warrior dared to continue to sign up for a duel in Shura Field."
"This looks like a seventh-level yellow-level Shura fight, but in fact, the ninety-nine warriors are all strong men hiding in the dark. After learning about Shura's terror, they gathered together to prepare to kill this Shura."
"However, it only took three minutes to gather these ninety-nine ninth-level warriors."
"Two minutes, one minute to be on stage, one minute to be swallowed by a tornado, fifteen minutes to end the eight Shura fights."
"Now it seems that no one will continue to appear in the Shura field. Shura's strength is unpredictable. He only has one move, which is the bloody tornado. Apart from this, he has not used any moves."
"But, it was just such a bloody tornado that bloodbathed the warriors in the yellow-level Shura field. No! It wasn't a bloodbath! There wasn't even blood!" A warrior was horrified.
"Didn't he have any consumption?" The warrior who came after that asked in surprise.
Shaking their heads, the warriors all looked at Mo Tian in the arena.
"How long has it been?" one person asked.
"For five minutes, no one dared to come to the Shura Field to sign up. This has completely exceeded the Shura Field's expectations!" The warrior beside him said in a solemn voice.
There are many warriors in the Shura Prison, especially the yellow-level and human-level warriors, and there are countless warriors who want to fight with Shura.
Basically, there are only warriors who are not scheduled to play today, and there is no situation like now where they dare not play at all.
According to the past, when one Shura fight ends, the next Shura fight will continue.
The killing in Shura Field will be uninterrupted.
However, Shura's name has already been resounding in the yellow-level Shura field.
Now, no warrior dares to sign up.
The rules of the Shura Field are very clear. Only warriors of the same level can engage in gladiatorial combat.
Mo Tian is now at the eighth level of the yellow level. As long as he chooses to wait for the next Shura fight, the only ones who can sign up are warriors of the eighth level of the yellow level.
It is absolutely impossible for Shura Field to arrange for a warrior with a lower level than Mo Tian to fight with Mo Tian.
Time passed little by little, and the warriors in the stands were all a little bored waiting.
Some even felt that if Mo Tian had been here, no one would dare to challenge in the Shura Arena today, and they would not be able to stay here and watch the arena where only Mo Tian was present.
Most of the warriors chose to leave, but only a few wanted to see if Mo Tian could break the record today.
Eleven hours is the record set by that myth. Now Mo Tian has only been in the Shura Field for thirty minutes, which is a long way from eleven hours.
Standing on the gladiatorial platform boredly, Mo Tian couldn't help but sit down cross-legged and start practicing.
Anyway, there is no one to challenge him now, and he has no intention of leaving.
He had already thought about it when he entered the Shura field. He was named Shura, and then he would do what a Shura should do.
He, Mo Tian, must break the record of eleven hours!
Of course, this is just what Mo Tian thought about.
Time passed little by little, and the warriors in the stands gradually left.
In the end, there were less than a hundred warriors left in the stands. The purpose of their stay was to see if this Shura could break the legendary record of Shura Prison today.
"How long?" A sleepy warrior asked the warrior next to him.
"It's been eight hours, but no one dares to challenge Shura. It seems that today's Shura field will be the first time no one challenges." The warrior said helplessly.
The Shura Field has been occupied for eight hours but no one dares to come, and the dark shadow in the Shura Field cannot bear it anymore.
"If no one is there, why don't you come back tomorrow? Then we will hide your name and won't let the people who signed up know that it's you, okay?"
Speaking of which, the black figure seemed to be praying to Mo Tian.
For eight hours, no one came to the Shura field to register for eight hours.
This has exceeded the expectations of the warriors managed by the yellow-level Shura field.
They didn't expect Mo Tian to be so strong.
When they heard that Mo Tian was named Shura, they were even a little disdainful.
In a place like Shura Prison, there are still people who dare to be named Shura. Isn't this looking for death?
However, Mo Tian's methods horrified them.
Apart from the Blood Tornado, Mo Tian did not use any other moves.
Even as the managers of the yellow-level Shura field, they couldn't see how Mo Tian used this move. This bloody tornado seemed to appear out of thin air without any warning.
They even studied the location where the bloody tornado appeared.
However, they discovered that the locations where the bloody tornadoes appeared were random and there was no pattern at all.
They were even more curious about Mo Tian, but because they were the managers of Shura Field, they could not communicate with Mo Tian.
However, Mo Tian being here all the time is not an option!
If no one really signs up for the yellow-level Shura field for a day, this incident will definitely alarm the higher-ups.
When the time comes, they will definitely be the ones to blame and suffer, and they must deal with it now!
"How about you go straight to the Shura Fight of the ninth level of the yellow level? As long as you pass, can you directly become the first level of the human level?" Heiying tried to make a deal with Mo Tian.
With a raised corner of his mouth, Mo Tian smiled lightly and said: "If it's for level, then I can directly challenge the human level. Can't you see that in the previous scene? Aren't the ninety-nine warriors of the ninth level fighting spirit realm all for this?
Targeting me. Then what? That’s it. This record, I, Shura, will definitely break!"
"Well, let's do this. Since you want to break the record, our yellow-level Shura Field will make a special case for you. Let you do the yellow-level eighth-level Shura Dou and the yellow-level ninth-level Shura Dou at the same time! The Shura Field cannot stop operating, otherwise
We can't escape our involvement if the blame comes from above." The black shadow said solemnly.
"Okay, as long as it allows me to break the record, it's up to you." Mo Tian nodded.
"Okay, wait a minute." The shadow retreated into the darkness.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Heiying took a long breath.
"Come here, find all the eighth-level and ninth-level Huang-level warriors, and ask them if they dare to come together to fight this Shura."
"Would this break the rules?" Another dark figure frowned.
"Breaking the rules? Do you know what the consequences will be if the Shura field stops operating? If the higher-ups find out, do you know what responsibility we have to bear! Death is the easiest thing to do! Stop talking nonsense and do it!"
"Yes!" Another dark figure quickly clasped his fists.
Looking at Mo Tian standing above the arena, the black figure couldn't help but said: "What a madman!"