Faced with Ding Meng's confidence, Afang and Tong Yao couldn't help laughing. Du Hong also smiled softly and did not answer.
Although this mountain hammer is not as powerful as a top warrior, it has quite a lot of actual combat experience and is extremely durable. It has won so many consecutive games in the past, and almost 99% of the people in the audience were betting on it.
The mountain hammer wins.
"In the face of absolute strength, any practical experience is useless." Ding Meng was muttering to himself, but unfortunately no one heard him.
In the corner of the ring, Shan Hammer flexed his knuckles with a contemptuous smile on his face, while the little old man walked onto the stage unhurriedly.
"Old man, you have to know that this is an arena!" Shan Chui reminded.
"I know, I know, cough cough..." The little old man coughed as he walked, seemingly very weak.
Shan Chui smiled even more disdainfully: "I advise you to go down by yourself, lest others say I am invincible."
The little old man didn't care, and slowly walked to the center of the ring and stopped. At this time, a giant light screen rose in the sky, and the countdown began to display: t59 vs t120,10,9,8,7...
It turned out that this old man was from the T120 area, and only then did Du Hong and others react.
Seeing that the countdown was about to end, the whole audience roared in unison: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
At this time, the noise was so loud that it was impossible to hear the words spoken. Shan Zhui had no intention of saying anything else. Any words he said were unnecessary now. He secretly channeled his energy and rushed out in one swift step. His momentum was quite astonishing.
In the eyes of the audience, the mountain hammer really flew straight out like a war hammer. Anyone who took this hammer would die or be disabled. However, they didn't know what happened. It was obviously the mountain hammer that punched the little old man.
Facing the door, the little old man raised his hand and lightly slapped Shan Zhui. Shan Zhui's huge body immediately flew upside down, flew directly out of the ring, and fell heavily on the steel plate.
The cheers in the audience suddenly stopped, and Du Hong and others also stared with wide eyes: What is going on?
Ding Meng sighed. It looked like a slap from the little old man, but in fact, his palm struck the mountain hammer's neck five times in a row. Because his hand speed was too fast, it looked like a slap.
In fact, it's not that fast, it's just that the people around him are too weak to tell.
Du Hong turned around and looked at Ding Meng in surprise: "Brother, you..."
Ding Meng didn't have time to explain to him, because at this time, the ring was making noises again, and all the steel plates were combining and deforming again, which proved that the competition was still escalating and the difficulty level was increasing.
Ten seconds later, the arena turned into a steel shelf similar to a warehouse shelf. The shelf was square and had five floors in total.
The little old man did not leave. He stood in the center of the first floor, but three strong men appeared on the periphery of the first floor, each holding a long gleaming knife in his hand.
Looking up at the light screen again, it still showed t59 vs t120. It seemed that the people of t59 were not convinced. They sent three people to the stage at once, and they were also holding weapons. The audience had no doubt that these three people would be better than the mountain hammer.
Difference.
Du Hong couldn't help but said: "This time it's 1v3, brother Ding, what do you think?"
Ding Meng's eyes flashed: "It may take a few minutes?"
Du Hong hesitated and said: "t59?"
Ding Meng shook his head gently: "These three people are not opponents."
Du Hong was shocked for a while: "Is it possible that this old man is still a combat master?"
In fact, Ding Meng was also surprised. When the little old man entered the arena just now, his aura was vague and non-existent. This was not a problem of Ding Meng's perception, but that the little old man was deliberately controlling it. However, the last person who dares to appear must be a warrior.
Well, so Ding Meng concluded that this person was definitely not under the War Lord, until the little old man took action instantly, Ding Meng immediately discovered that this person's aura was above and below the junior combat master.
The strange thing is that people at the combat master level are not low in the Nuoxing Empire, but they have become prisoners and are willing to work as coolies in the garbage mountain. This is really difficult to understand.
But now several people in the ring have started fighting. The three sharp long knives are like three spiritual snakes, chasing the little old man to chop them as if they have eyes. However, the old man's movement is quite fast, and he keeps flashing back and forth on the five-story steel frame.
Go, the long knife slashed the steel frame and made a lot of crackling noises. The scene was quite thrilling...
"How is this person?" Sam turned to look at Lian Luo.
Lian Luo shook his head and said: "Not very good. His strength can barely be considered an elite, but what I want from someone is more than just strength."
This was not said to Sam, but to Han Xing behind him. Han Xing understood and immediately stepped forward: "Sir, this person rarely engages in collecting work underground."
Lian Luo nodded, a trace of disappointment flashing across his face.
While they were talking, the arena changed back into the small arena before. Because the three strong men had lost their hands with their long knives, the three of them fell to the steel plate on the ground.
Ding Meng once again predicted that he was the one who solved T59 in five minutes.
Du Hong was completely convinced now: "Brother, your guess is really accurate!"
Ding Meng smiled: "These are just shrimps, the really powerful ones have not appeared yet."
Du Hong was suddenly a little confused. Such fierce people were actually Xiami. Wouldn't it be that Tong Yao and Meng Chen, the most powerful men under him, were just delivering food? How could those crystal-laden matrix bodies fight with each other?
Looking at his ashen expression, Ding Meng could guess what he was thinking.
At this time, the little old man had already left the ring, and he probably had no intention of continuing to fight. As soon as he saw someone from the east, someone walked onto the ring. This person was extremely fat and huge. Visually, he was about the same height as an adult steel-maned man. He was like a mountain of meat.
As soon as they saw this person, A Fang and others' expressions became a little frightened.
Ding Meng sighed: "Is this person what you call a madman?"
Du Hong nodded expressionlessly: "Dihao's men once had a glorious record of winning 12 consecutive games."
Meng Chen stood up slowly, seemingly ready to go on stage.
"Forget it, you'd better not go!" Ding Meng sighed helplessly.
Meng Chen was suddenly stunned: "Why?"
Ding Meng looked at him jokingly: "What are your chances of winning?"
Meng Chen gritted his teeth and said: "At least five points!"
Ding Meng smiled disdainfully: "You really think too highly of yourself. Can a five-point chance of winning be called a chance of winning? With his size, even if you and Tong Yao join forces, you will both die if you go up."
These words made Tong Yao's face look ugly. She couldn't help but said: "Is it possible that you can still deal with him?"
Ding Meng ignored her and turned to Afang: "How much money will the contestants get if they win a game?"
Afang said: "This... is based on the base of the prize pool for each bet. The higher the level, the greater the commission. The worst one can be tens of thousands."
Ding Meng turned to look at Du Hong again: "How much money do you have on you?"
Du Hong hesitated and said: "This... there are more than 50,000."
Ding Meng smiled: "I didn't realize that you are quite rich. Like this, I go up, you place a bet, and I win, but I will share half of the winnings in every game. What do you think?"
"Hiss——" Everyone gasped in unison. This kid's heart is really dark. He wants to take a cut of the prize pool and cut off Du Hong's flesh. Do you really think you are the invincible God of War?
Du Hong hesitated: "Brother Ding, can you defeat the madman?"
Ding Meng smiled and said: "If nothing else, assuming there is no me, are you sure about the people in t36 and t120?"
I'm pretty sure, just this lunatic and the little old man, Du Hong's side will definitely be doomed with only Meng Chen and Tong Yao. Du Hong is not an idiot, he still has some eyesight, and the little old man is probably a combat master.
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There was no choice in this multiple-choice question, so Du Hong had to grit his teeth and said, "Okay, brother Ding, come on!"
Ding Meng gave him a meaningful look: "I happen to be short of money!"
Ding Meng, like the little old man, slowly walked onto the court with his hands behind his back. When he came on the stage, the whole audience burst into laughter. How should I put it? Ding Meng didn't look like he was here to compete, he was just here to laugh.
Ding Meng only had a pair of trousers and a belt on his whole body. The rest of the body was naked. The key was that his body was in stark contrast to the lunatic's figure. In the eyes of many people, the lunatic could probably crush Ding Meng with just one slap.
die.
In fact, lunatics did the same thing in past competitions. He took advantage of his size to grab the opponent and either crush him to death or beat him to death. If he couldn't beat him to death, he would throw him out of the ring.
The madman looked at Ding Meng with great interest: "Is Du Hong at the end of his rope? If he can't find anyone, he just finds some trash to make up for his losses? Haha, I have never met an opponent like you before."
Ding Meng was not angry either, and said with a wide smile: "You will never meet me again in the future."
The lunatic raised his head and laughed: "Brother, don't worry, I won't kill you. I'll let you lie down for half a year at most."
Ding Meng smiled and said: "I'm looking forward to it. I haven't laid down in bed for a long time."
The madman sneered: "Ignorant people are fearless. Even when they are about to die, they still keep talking harshly."
Ding Meng was still laughing: "Yes, this arena is used for fighting, but when you come up, it turns into a verbal fight."
"You are looking for death!" The madman's face changed, and he launched a charge. His huge body crashed into him like a drilling machine, and the whole arena was shaking.
In the eyes of most viewers, Din Meng will undoubtedly die in the next second, either by being caught or crushed to death.
But the actual situation is completely different. When the madman's mountain of meat came up, he was indeed slapped out. Unexpectedly, Ding Meng was very flexible. He suddenly bent down and rolled on the spot, and miraculously rolled out from under the madman's palm.
Then the madman seemed to have exerted too much force. His palm missed and his steps were unsteady. He actually dropped the hungry dog and fell to the ground. After the fall, he lay motionless on the ground.
Huh? What's going on?
Not only was the audience surprised, but Du Hong was also confused. Why did it break after just one fall? This shouldn't happen.
Ding Meng stood up and laughed: "This guy hasn't eaten, he has no energy."
He is probably the only one who believes this kind of nonsense. No one in the audience would doubt that the lunatic's meat mountain has no strength?
In the VIP room, Lian Luo's eyes suddenly lit up: "This person is a bit interesting."
Han Xing immediately stepped forward and explained calmly: "He is new here. He works in the T30 area. He is an expert in collecting."
Lian Luo's eyes brightened: "It's a little level, a little level."
Sam immediately ordered: "Upgrade the game and increase the difficulty."
Han Xing replied respectfully: "I will notify the control room immediately."
