“Oh oh oh——”

“Oh oh oh——”

In the underground fighting arena in Xicheng District, countless stands were crowded, and they were recording notes while watching the fighting.

Chu Ya has never been exposed to a battle similar to this kind of death-fighting match.

So I don't understand what these people are doing.

"What are these people doing?"

"have no idea……"

Li Guanyang, who was aside, said lightly:

“They are professional gamblers.”

"Record the strength of the dead fighter."

There were only a few people present who knew what these people were doing, including Li Guanyang and Lin Fengrui.

The rules of the death fight are like this.

A one-on-one death-fighting arena like this, you can only enter the final multi-person death-fighting arena if you win three games.

In these three games, most professional gamblers will not bet.

Because there are two people who come at the same level, they don’t know who is stronger and who is weak.

When the odds are almost the same, this is not called gambling, it is called Meng...

When gambling, it is important to make a big difference by using a small amount.

They used the battle situation in the first three games to observe and analyze, which is similar to choosing a horse in a horse racing competition.

Then, a few players were combined to bet on their own experience in the multi-player death battle.

This is called professionalism.

"Damn..."

"There is still such a saying?"

"Do you think they are all vague when they come to bet?"

Li Guanyang said helplessly.

"Can we bet on Chen Feng's death fight?"

"able."

Everyone sat in the arena of death, and they were trembling a little while listening to the cheers of tens of thousands of people in the official arena of death.

They just saw a blood clan disciple being torn to pieces, and now their remaining limbs are being cleaned, extremely cruel.

However, everyone had seen the world and couldn't help but get nervous about Chen Feng.

...

In the Death Arena in West City.

Chen Feng's information has also been registered.

A waist sign with "138" was hung on his waist and leaned against the wall next to him and was waiting.

Several beauties next to them who had just registered Chen Feng's information looked at Chen Feng's side face and whispered.

"So handsome..."

"Is he really a human race?"

"Yes, I just confirmed to him a few times, and he insisted on participating in the competition..."

"Hey, why?"

It is not uncommon for human spirit warriors to participate in a death battle, but there is no doubt that their fate is almost dead end, and few of them can survive until after three games.

The combat power of the human race is medium among all races, not weak, but not strong.

Compared to top-level ethnic groups, it is difficult to defeat them.

“137,138, come on.”

"The No. 36 Death Fighting Arena."

"The battle begins in half an hour."

Just as several beauties were talking, a young man's voice rang out.

Chen Feng slowly walked towards the No. 36 Death Fighting Arena.

Beside him is a young man from the Obsidian Level 4 Nine-tailed Fox clan.

The young man's name is "Ziqiu". He just killed an opponent yesterday. This is his second battle.

"Do you know what characteristics do all those who participate in the Death Fight have?"

Ziqiu asked beside Chen Feng.

"What?"

"Not to be ordinary."

Chen Feng glanced at him and found that Zichu was even calmer than he thought.

...

After waiting for a long time, Chen Feng's name finally lit up in the No. 36 ring!

[137    Fox Clan Ziqiu] vs [138      Human Clan Chen Feng].

After separating from Ziqiu, Chen Feng walked around to the other side and walked onto the ring.

Seeing Chen Feng slowly walking onto the ring, even the Dongzhou people who were extremely confident in Chen Feng could not help swallowing.

This is a huge arena for some disciples like the Dragon and Phoenix Clan to exert their strongest strength.

It’s just that the ring is surrounded by black chains.

The contestants can't escape at all, and there are no rules for the competition.

After the half-hour countdown of the bet is over, the battle will begin until one side dies completely and the other side wins.

In the first three games, Chen Feng was able to get a Zhongling Stone for every win.

These are all small heads, and the real big heads are all gambling money.

There are two types of people who will win without hesitation. One is the player himself, which is definitely all his belongings. Otherwise, why do you still need the money if you die?

It's better to just rush it.

I won the house in the city and lost it to the land...

Another type is the audience who trusts the players very much.

"Go and bet."

Twenty-four people from Dongzhou in the stands set off one after another. During the days they checked the site, they found that these obsidian-level geniuses were not as strong as they imagined.

Linglong is definitely the best among them, the one who wins nine out of ten battles.

Chen Feng has so many tricks, he should be sure to get it.

But when everyone walked to the betting place, a circle of people around him also talked:

"Another human boy came, I gave the money..."

"Just pressing the fox clan without brains."

"Human warriors, nine out of ten bets will win."

"I will press three spirit stones!"

"I'll have five spirit stones."

"Damn, have you pushed most of your money into it?"

“No problem.”

...

There is a saying that goes.

"Human warriors, nine out of ten bets won."

First of all, human warriors have a characteristic, which is that they have always been pretentious.

Generally, nine out of the ten people who came to participate in the death battle were all unsure of the situation, and they were used to being crazy and deceased by geniuses from the outside world in the past.

There is another master.

So generally speaking, these professional gamblers can just press the opponent without brains when encountering human warriors.

If you lose once occasionally, you will lose. The number of times you win will definitely lose more times. You can make a profit without losing money.
To be continued...