"How can a person like this still have the right to call others trash?"
For a time, there were a lot of curses in the stands. Those warriors had gone through a life-and-death fight to advance alive. The opportunistic or cowardly behavior of No. 73 made them very unhappy.
Coming to Shura Prison is a baptism of killing, and him standing aside and waiting until the end to kill three exhausted people is really disgusting.
Faced with the scoldings of the warriors in the stands, No. 73 didn't care at all. He swept his eyes across the stands indifferently and turned around to leave.
"Trash, get out of here! Don't be embarrassed!" The warriors in the stands even started to throw things down.
Seeing this scene, Mo Tian couldn't help but frown.
Compared to those warriors who constantly insulted No. 73, Mo Tian felt that No. 73 was very rational and had not lost his mind after experiencing so many fights in Shura Prison.
Just like those warriors, they have forgotten the most basic things they should do to survive.
A strong person can kill everyone, so he can kill at will.
However, like No. 73, his opponents are all about the same strength as him. Such mindless killing will only consume his energy and spirit, and in the end it will be just two exhausted people fighting.
In order to survive, why do they have to kill everyone? Blinded by killing, they only know how to kill, but they have forgotten their original survival instinct.
"If you are not blinded by killing, you are nothing compared to him." Mo Tian sneered.
Mo Tian's voice was silent, but the warrior beside him still heard it.
Looking at Mo Tian with disdain, the warrior sneered: "Who are you, and what qualifications do you have to say that? You are so powerful, why don't you do it? As an afterthought?"
Glancing at the warrior, Mo Tian shook his head helplessly.
He lowered his head and looked at his number plate. He was in the third Shura fight. The second one hadn't started yet, so he wasn't in a hurry to leave.
Looking at his number plate, Mo Tian suddenly thought that there was a place to place bets in this Shura field.
In this level of battle, Mo Tian can easily see the difference between those warriors. With this, he can still make a good fortune in the Shura field.
With a sinister smile on his face, Mo Tian said with a smile: "It seems that I want to make a fortune from dead people; ah."
After waiting for a moment, the second Shura fight begins.
This is a third-level human-level Shura fight, and the warriors who come in are relatively similar in terms of cultivation and aura.
This made it difficult for Mo Tian to judge which warrior was more powerful.
However, Mo Tian was not in a hurry, and the three minutes after the opening were all within the betting time.
These three minutes were enough for Mo Tian to figure out who was the last person alive in this Shura fight.
Three minutes later, Mo Tian got up and walked out of the Shura Field, and came to the small window where the Shura Field placed bets.
"I'll take the next number, thank you." He took out a thousand low-grade spiritual graphite days and handed them to the Shura field manager at the window.
"Well. Here is your voucher." The manager handed a piece of paper to Mo Tian from the window.
After taking the note, Mo Tian showed a smile on his face, thanked him politely and returned to the Shura field.
Behind him, the warriors who also came to place bets looked at Mo Tian who was leaving with sneers on their faces.
They also watched for three minutes before deciding which warrior was the strongest before placing their bets.
However, they all bet on the same number, number 2.
Although there is a difference between the two, their performance in the Shura field is completely different.
Number 1 is relatively calm when it comes to fighting, basically he plays carefully, and it takes a lot of time to kill one person.
Compared to No. 1, No. 2 is very cruel.
In the first three minutes, more than ten warriors died under his hands.
In other words, among the warriors at the same level and with the same cultivation level, he killed at least ten people in just three minutes!
This kind of ruthless method is enough to prove that he is stronger than those warriors.
There are many warriors here to place bets, and most of the warriors who place bets are those warriors who fight very fiercely and kill several people at the beginning.
In this kind of killing place, the more you kill, the more excited you will become. When you reach the end of the killing, relying on this excitement, you can basically walk out of the Shura field alive.
The more he kills, the stronger he is. This is where warriors judge who is strong and who is weak.
More and more bets were placed on No. 2, but only Mo Tian was placing bets on No. 1.
According to the current ratio, as long as No. 1 can win, Mo Tian's thousand low-grade spiritual stones can be doubled at least a hundred times!
However, in the eyes of those warriors who bet on No. 2, Shura Field will definitely suffer a loss this time.
Ten minutes passed, and there were only five warriors left on the field.
This includes numbers 1 and 2.
Because of the crazy killing, No. 2's eyes had turned scarlet, and the killing intent in his body rushed out of his body uncontrollably.
His opponents, except for No. 1, the other three looked at No. 2, whose eyes were scarlet, with fear in their eyes.
They are lucky to be alive here. No. 2 was killing like crazy before, but now he doesn't even have any injuries!
"No. 1, how about we join forces and kill No. 2 first? What do you think?" The three of them pinned their hopes on No. 1, who was second only to No. 2 among the five.
"Okay." No. 1 nodded.
"Xiao Xiao." Faced with the alliance of four people, No. 2 didn't care at all. He was already red-eyed. In the baptism of killing, he felt extremely excited. The Yuanli in his body was running crazily. The Yuanli that was originally consumed
Continue to recover during this short rest.
"A group of ants, so what if they form an alliance? In my eyes, you all must die!"
With a long roar, No. 2 directly raised the bloody sword in his hand and slashed towards the four people.
"No!" No. 2's sudden attack left no warriors except No. 1 with any time to react.
After ten minutes of killing, their energy and spirit had been exhausted, but unlike No. 2, who was already killing like crazy, they were now in a trance.
With one strike of the sword, the three people outside No. 1 were killed directly.
"They're all garbage!" Looking at the three people who were cut in half, No. 2 mocked disdainfully.
"Hey, I'm still here." No. 1 looked at the arrogant No. 2 with cold eyes.
He raised his head and stared at No. 1 with an indifferent expression. No. 2 raised the bloody sword in his hand and pointed it at No. 1.
"Who do you think you are? Have you seen them? This is your fate." No. 2 sneered.
"Not necessarily." No. 1 said softly.
"You don't even have the strength to speak? Do you still want to live like this? Die for me!" No. 2 laughed, jumped up and struck at No. 1 with a sword.
No. 1 lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.