A strong man with a bald head stuck his head out and shouted to the duelists, with an undisguised cruel smile on his face.
It won't be long before these guys participating in the death competition will turn into mutilated corpses.
Seeing them jumping on the stage and then being chopped into pieces and pulled out, the bald man would feel unspeakable joy in his heart.
"roar!"
As soon as the bald man finished speaking, the duelists cheered enthusiastically, like wild beasts about to be freed.
The duelists who had been waiting for a long time walked towards the bright doorway ahead with their weapons in hand.
While escaping from the darkness, the dazzling sunlight shines on the body, making people feel very uncomfortable.
Squinting around, he could see nearly 100,000 spectators gathered in the ring-shaped duel arena.
They shouted and cursed loudly, and kept using obscene words one after another, venting their emotions unscrupulously.
The warriors participating in the death competition enjoyed the lively atmosphere and were waving to the surroundings.
There are duelists waving their weapons and making fighting and slashing looks, which look fierce and powerful.
There are also duelists doing somersaults and beating their chests like jugglers to show their bravery and agility.
The audience particularly bought into it and screamed and roared in unison, making the duel arena more and more noisy.
Tang Zhen kept silent and walked at the back of the team without any particularly exaggerated performance.
In the eyes of many viewers, this was obviously a sign of lack of confidence, and Tang Zhen's face was indeed unfamiliar.
Compared to those guys who have died many times or are undefeated, newcomers like him have a very high mortality rate.
Fortunately, this was a team fight, not a fight on their own, otherwise the newcomers would surely die.
Around the huge duel venue, metal pillars were erected, covered with mysterious runes.
The function of the rune array is to isolate the energy of heaven and earth so that monks cannot perform spells.
After all, no one can guarantee whether there are hidden monks among these duelists.
If a monk casts a spell, he will definitely be able to crush the entire field, which is very unfair to the other duelists.
The outcome of the fight and gambling will also completely lose the suspense.
The arena invites super powerful people and specially arranges runic arrays, so that the monks who sneak in will become mortals, or the magical weapons will lose their effect.
The monks can only rely on strength and skills to fight. Their original advantages are gone, and they will be killed if they are not careful.
In fact, if it is not necessary, no monk will participate in this kind of competition. It is simply asking for trouble.
When the duelists walked to the center of the field, they heard a powerful sound, echoing in the huge arena.
"Start now, randomly group."
As the voice fell, beams of light rose from the bodies of the duelists, with different colors representing their respective camps.
Duelists from the same camp automatically gathered together and looked coldly at the enemy on the opposite side.
The strong man who had previously threatened to kill Tang Zhen was now standing opposite, looking at him with a cold and proud smile.
Facing Tang Zhen's gaze, he made a gesture of cutting his throat, looking ferocious and bloodthirsty.
The sound that just appeared echoed through the arena again.
"Those who participate in betting, please make your choice immediately."
After hearing this prompt, the audience picked up the metal cards in their hands and broke off the camp that they thought might lose.
This special metal sign has a complete anti-counterfeiting function and can record betting information.
After you win, you can redeem the bonus, absolutely no problem.
After waiting for five minutes, after all the viewers made their choices, the voice sounded again.
"The death competition officially begins!"
Following the order, the sky above his head suddenly turned dark, as if night had fallen instantly.
This huge arena fell silent instantly, as if all the spectators had disappeared.
Where there is light, this arena is like the only island in the world.
"kill!"
With a roar, the duelists opened their eyes and began to charge towards the enemy on the opposite side.
They waved their weapons and used all their strength to slash at the equally ferocious opponents.
"Bang!"
The enemy's strong man at the front was three meters tall, wearing heavy armor and wielding a heavy weapon similar to a mace.
The moment the two sides came into contact, the mace swept out and hit the duelist on the opposite side directly.
The sharp teeth on the mace directly penetrated the duelist's body, and with the help of huge force, completed the cutting and tearing of the duelist's body.
The duelist who was hit didn't even make a sound, and his body was torn into two pieces.
"roar!"
The strong man who successfully killed an enemy waved the huge mace again and smashed it at the enemy next to him.
This was a thin duelist with extremely fast reaction speed. When the mace hit him, he quickly dodged away.
The mace hit the ground with a muffled sound, and sparks flew everywhere.
The thin duelist jumped up, stepped on the mace, and then rushed into the air.
A short knife in his hand was aimed directly at the strong man's throat, but the strong man blocked it with his arm.
The skinny duelist had excellent speed and reflexes. When the short sword was blocked by the giant man, he turned over and jumped directly behind the giant man.
"Go to hell!"
He raised the short knife in his hand, aimed it at the back of Juhan's head, and stabbed it hard.
The short knife penetrated the back of the head, and the giant man groaned, and his huge body slowly fell to his knees.
The skinny duelist successfully killed the giant man and was about to find other targets when he heard a strong wind blowing beside his ears.
"puff!"
An iron ball as big as a fist hit the thin duelist on the head, blowing his head open.
A duelist in the distance carries a box full of iron balls on his back and a round shield in his hand.
Seeing the thin duelist being killed, a sinister smile appeared on his lips, with a proud expression on his face.
He reached out to pull the mechanism, took out an iron ball of the same size again, and threw it at the enemy not far away.
As soon as the iron ball in his hand was thrown out, the duelist screamed and fell to the ground.
An extremely sharp three-edged arrow shot into the duelist's eye socket and came out directly from the back of the head.
However, in a short period of time, more than a dozen corpses had fallen in the empty duel field.
This is just the beginning. The number of people on both sides has exceeded one hundred, and the real bloody fight is still to come.
The moment the battle began, all the duelists rushed towards the enemy, but Tang Zhen stood motionless.
Not charging does not mean safety, especially targets that are standing still, and are the first targets for long-range attackers.
In the opposite camp, a figure rushed over at very high speed. It was the strong man who had previously issued a death threat to Tang Zhen and made a gesture of cutting his throat.
One of the duelists tried to intercept him, but he twisted his waist and swung his knife, slicing open his abdomen.
He turned around nimbly, jumped up, dropped the scimitar in his hand, and beheaded the enemy directly.
Looking at Tang Zhen opposite, the strong man showed a ferocious smile and rushed towards Tang Zhen again.
Deftly avoiding the duelists blocking his way, he arrived in front of Tang Zhen in a very short time.
"Go to hell, rookie!"
The strong man waved his machete and slashed at Tang Zhen, the ferocious smile on his face never changing.
But secretly, he held a dagger in his other hand and stabbed Tang Zhen in the abdomen.
This is the most effective way to deal with novices. It is a feint on the surface, but it is a dirty trick secretly.
Most of the inexperienced duelists will fall into the trap and eventually have their throats slit by a strong man with a knife.
But he didn't expect that Tang Zhen was not an aborigine, let alone a rookie.
With a flash of cold light, Tang Zhen withdrew his bronze dagger, walked around the strong man and walked forward.
"Plop."
There were bloodstains on the strong man's face, and half of his head fell off, falling directly into the dust.