The grading of the Tianzhu Mountain Arena is very simple. Usually newcomers will start from the vegetable-level training ground and challenge upwards. When the winning rate reaches a certain level, as long as they defeat the defenders in that division, they will be successfully promoted. The first to fourth arenas

The defenders are basically players, while the bosses in the dish-level training ground and the fifth-level arena are people from Tianzhu Mountain. In a second, you can read wonderful novels for free without pop-up windows!

Because of the personal introduction by the high-level observer Lessard, Mo Tan does not need to start at the vegetable level like others. He has the right to compete in any level of the arena from the beginning, but...

Someone who was walking around on the second floor just now felt that it would be better for him to start from the lowest level, otherwise he might cause a lot of unnecessary trouble to others.

For example, how should I hit him without slapping him to death?

then……

"I'm absolutely sure." Mo Tan nodded firmly and said, "I'll just start from the novice level!"

The little dwarf girl blinked and took out a cute chick badge: "Okay, if you are sure, of course, please give me the bracelet from before, and then take this to the underground floor to participate in the dish.

level competition.”

"Thank you." Mo Tan took off the light blue bracelet on his hand, took the chick badge from the other person's hand, and smiled apologetically: "I have caused you trouble."

The dwarf girl waved her hand: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!"

So Mo Tan said goodbye to the receptionist again, and then walked into the underground floor through a small door on the inside of the hall. The level of noise here was far less than the second floor he had just been to, even though he had just stepped down

Lou then heard bursts of noise in the distance, but in terms of scale and magnitude, it was much smaller than the noise in the first-level arena.

Quickly walking through the not-so-long corridor, Mo Tan came to an extremely wide space, which was not much different from the first-level arena. The space inside had obviously undergone some special processing and was larger than its actual occupied area.

It is much larger. The huge oval venue below is divided into four equal parts, surrounded by a large number of seats for viewing. Countless huge crystal stone pillars spread down from the ceiling, exuding bright but not dazzling light.

The light can even control the temperature like a central air conditioner.

"There don't seem to be too many spectators. There's only one game going on, and it doesn't look very dangerous." Mo Tan stood by the high platform at the edge of the auditorium, holding on to the guardrail and looking down for a while.

Then he strode to the crystal pillar not far away that was shining with colorful light, took out the chicken badge and stretched it forward.

Along with a crisp and pleasant sound, three lines of common language gradually appeared on the crystal, well, that is, Chinese characters...

Three opponents have been matched for you

Please choose your opponent: Big Light Knight Kevin/Deadly Poison Corpse/Chicken No. 3

This crystal is touch-operated, please don't be stupid and stand there reading your name.

Mo Tan hesitated for a moment, then decisively chose the last one as his opponent.

After all, the Great Bright Knight always felt that he could defeat him in a minute, and the deadly poisonous zombie didn't sound like a good person, so he finally decided to play it safe first.

The next second, a gentle voice immediately resounded throughout the entire vegetable arena...

"The new game will start in one minute. The rookie challenger at the vegetable training ground will face off against Chicken No. 3, who has fought 1,460 battles, won 700, drawn zero, and lost 760."

A big-nosed goblin suddenly jumped up in the scattered auditorium. He stood on the back of a chair and shouted to the audience around him: "The market is open! The market is open! Newcomer vs. Chicken No. 3! The odds are 15:1

, hurry up and place your bets!”

"Chicken God! Twenty silver coins!"

"Go away, you poor man! Five gold coins, the Chicken God is invincible!"

"I buy Chicken God!"

"I'll bet fifty copper coins on the new guy, well, I'll bet two gold coins on the chicken god!"

"Long live the Chicken God!"

"Fuck it!"

The onlookers, who had been listless before, felt as if they had been given a shot of blood. They screamed and crowded around the goblin, waving the money bags in their hands with red eyes. The scene was once very chaotic!

A drop of cold sweat suddenly fell from Mo Tan's forehead, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

And the chicken badge in his hand began to slowly become ferocious, yes, it was ferocious!

In just a few seconds, the cute little chicken turned into an angry bird, grinning and rolling its eyes in Mo Tan's hands, trembling crazily, and then...

Then the badge suddenly erupted into a hazy blue light, which instantly enveloped Mo Tan's body.

When he came back to his senses, he was already in the middle of the arena!

Start the special mission: Showdown with Chicken No. 3, mission reward:???

When the system prompt sounded in Mo Tan's ears, he had already seen his opponent...

A big rooster with extremely wide eyes and no features at all!

"Don't underestimate the enemy!" Mo Tan muttered in a low voice, clenched the long sword in his hand, and stared intently at the dumb big rooster in front of him. He knew that the opponent could never be an ordinary chicken. After all, it was ordinary.

The chicken can't achieve a record of 700 wins!

And it turns out that this chicken is indeed no ordinary chicken!

"Depend on!"

Chicken No. 3 shook his butt and suddenly yelled at Mo Tan, yes, it was 'Fuck'.

The crowd in the surrounding auditorium suddenly became excited and screamed wildly!

"Chicken God fuck him!"

"Chicken No. 3 is the strongest!"

"Let him see your power!"

"Chicken God Chicken God I love you!"

…

At this time, Mo Tan had lowered his body slightly and remained still for more than ten seconds. He held the sword in one hand and supported the ground with the other. The passive skill Voldemort had quietly activated!

"Depend on!"

Chicken No. 3 let out another long cry, and then the whole person...the chicken actually accelerated from a stationary state to 30km/h in an instant, and headed straight towards Mo Tan again.

"I'm going to go! Is this still a chicken?!" Mo Tan was immediately horrified. When the opponent sprinted to only 20 meters away from him, he immediately thrust out his sword and charged out. He raised his hand and shot a cold light towards the fat of Chicken No. 3.

Butt!

The effect of the passive skill Voldemort, coupled with the perfect timing of the launch of the mad dash, the damage bonus of Mo Tan's blow was not low, but after all, he did not hit the chicken's vitals, but slapped it with his sword.

its ass

But it turned out that his worries were unnecessary!

"Damn!" The chicken with an unusual pronunciation screamed in surprise. It was moving at high speed and completely violated the common sense of physics. It forced its buttocks to stick out, narrowly dodging Mo Tan's sword, and then

The whole chicken flipped three and a half times in the air and pecked at the back of Mo Tan's neck, completely ignoring Mr. Newton's coffin!

Mo Tan didn't hesitate at all, and immediately launched a collision on the spot. He stepped on Uncle Niu's coffin board and made a right-angle change of direction without any warning. Although he didn't hit any target, he evaded Chicken No. 3.

A peck in the air.

"Fuck!" Chicken No. 3 seemed a little angry. It flapped its chicken wings vigorously, but it seemed to have little effect. In layman's terms, it just didn't fly...

Mo Tan took advantage of the situation and kicked the ground violently with his horns. He held the sword in both hands and launched a sweeping attack. This move was not a skill, but the angle of attack was extremely precise. He could guarantee that no matter how much the opponent raised his butt this time, he would not be able to do it.

There is absolutely no way to avoid this sword of your own!

Then he was covered in dozens of sharp blade-like feathers, and he flew backwards in a state of embarrassment. His health dropped to 30% in an instant!

"Depend on!"

Chicken No. 3 yelled proudly. The violent flapping of its chicken wings just now was not an attempt to reach the sky, but a process similar to a skill reading. The effect was to throw out a large number of extremely aggressive feathers.

Close range attack!

And it's pretty accurate that Mo Tan will probably rush over to attack, which shows that this guy's combat IQ is not low at all!

Mo Tan, who had lost 70% of his health in an instant, was feeling pain all over his body. He climbed up from the ground with some difficulty, held the long sword in his hand across his chest, and looked at the fat chicken in front of him.

!

"Fuck!" Chicken No. 3 tilted his beak and winked at him.

Provocation! *Provocation nakedly!!

These days, even a chicken can be provoked...

Mo Tan just wanted to express his feelings at this moment with a long sigh, but he found that he rushed towards the opponent uncontrollably, with the long sword in his hand raised high, and he aimed at the fat chicken with great bitterness and hatred.

Hack away!

Only then did he realize that the chicken's provocation just now was actually a skill!

It's a skill...

A skill...

Skill…

able……

There is no longer any suspense about victory or defeat.

No matter how smart Mo Tan is, no matter how effective he is in using his skills and advantages, he still can't make a comeback when he only has 30% of his health left and is still being ridiculed. And his opponent, the one with an extraordinary combat IQ
To be continued...