The expectations of the audience and the calculations of the Death Arena could not arouse Tang Zhen's interest at all.
He only cares about one thing, which is when the enemy will appear again and how long he has to wait.
If this matter is related to the crazy god, after discovering his traces, will the other party show up in person to peep?
There are many doubts and concerns, so you must act with caution.
Therefore, when it comes to this matter, we must not act too hastily. It is best to remain unchanged in response to any changes.
No one knows Tang Zhen's plan. They only care about their own affairs, which is how to make more profits.
When Tang Zhen won again and won the confidence of the audience, the managers of the arena decided to close the net.
They sent several special duelists to join the camp opposite Tang Zhen, preparing to kill him in public this time.
The accident that happened last time can only be regarded as an accident, and similar things will never be allowed to happen again.
These duelists are all monks, and they are particularly good at concealing themselves to ensure that the audience cannot see anything strange about them.
As for the rune array that suppresses the monks, control is already in the hands of the administrator, and it can be easily modified secretly.
Any duelist will inevitably die when facing several monks who are not suppressed.
While operating behind closed doors, the managers of the arena once again launched a navy to promote Tang Zhen's strength and bravery.
Because of the previous battles, even if no one deliberately promoted it, the audience was full of confidence in Tang Zhen.
Of course there are people who doubt it, but they are only a very small minority.
The audience insisted on trusting their own judgment, but did not realize that they had actually been affected by those remarks.
Regarding this situation, the managers of the arena are very satisfied and believe that everything is under control.
When the allotted time came, Tang Zhen appeared again.
Those spectators who were optimistic about him kept waving their arms to send him encouragement and blessings.
Tang Zhen carries the good expectations of the bettors. Everyone hopes that he can win and make a comeback in one fell swoop.
The manager is also smiling, but his smile is somewhat meaningful.
As the host's voice sounded, the grouping was completed in an instant, and on the surface it seemed evenly matched.
Absolute justice and fairness is the slogan of the arena, and its purpose is to allow punters to place their bets with peace of mind.
Of course, this is just a lie to fools. It is absolutely impossible to guarantee fairness and justice in anything involving interests.
Even between brothers, there will be disputes over interests. In a place like the Death Arena, there is no real fairness.
But even so, there are still countless gamblers who come here just because they are lucky and dream of getting rich overnight.
Participating in this kind of gambling activity is a matter of luck, and it is natural to suffer losses.
In short, nine times out of ten, the Death Arena, where you lose nine out of ten bets and earn huge profits, is how you earn the wealth of a black heart.
The surroundings are plunged into darkness, and the battle is about to begin.
Tang Zhen, who was attracting all the attention, looked at his teammates around him and then at the enemy opposite, with a sneer on his lips.
Not long after this, he couldn't wait to use his dirty methods. The death arena was too impatient.
But no matter how he plans, his work is destined to be in vain, and Tang Zhen will definitely not let these guys get what they want.
As the battle begins, the conspiracy begins to be implemented.
The enemies cooperated with each other to hold off Tang Zhen's teammates to ensure that they could not provide assistance during the battle.
The monks who specialize in sniping are hiding among the crowd, looking for opportunities and preparing to strike.
Some of Tang Zhen's teammates were secretly cooperating with the enemy, and they had obviously betrayed and surrendered to the enemy before.
Although this will result in a failed kill, compared with the benefits gained, this loss is completely bearable.
In a world where death and resurrection are possible, the way the indigenous people think about problems will be completely different from that of humans in the normal world.
Tang Zhen, who was targeted by a conspiracy, remained calm and calm, not taking all this seriously at all.
It doesn't matter if the monks go into battle, or if they are targeted by conspiracies, in the face of absolute power, they are just a bunch of chickens and dogs.
Fortunately, Tang Zhen didn't care, otherwise they would have been severely punished simply for offending the gods.
Don't think that being able to resurrect from the dead means you can despise everything. It's just a benefit of being in the spiritual world.
As long as you leave the spiritual realm, resurrection from the dead is a joke. Including those false gods, there is no chance of resurrection at all.
Therefore, the foreign gods look down on the indigenous gods at all, and never think that they can be equal to them.
"Die!"
A voice came, and the monks disguised as duelists had already launched an attack on Tang Zhen.
At the same time, several teammates around him deliberately blocked Tang Zhen's evasive route.
In this situation, Tang Zhen couldn't dodge at all and could only withstand the enemy's fatal attack.
Due to being caught off guard and unable to use his skills, Tang Zhen's situation became extremely unfavorable.
Upon seeing this, several other monks quickly came forward, preparing to cooperate with their companions' actions.
The monk responsible for the assassination had a ferocious look on his face, as if he was trampling an ant to death.
Monks always have a condescending mentality when facing mortals, and the same is true in the spiritual world.
No matter how outstanding Tang Zhen's performance was, in the eyes of the monks, he was nothing more than a strong ant.
They even felt that the managers of the arena were making a fuss and there was no need to deploy so many manpower to deal with Tang Zhen.
It can be easily solved by just one person.
This was the case with this monk. Not only did he want to kill Tang Zhen, he also wanted to trample on his dignity.
Let all the spectators see that the duelist they have placed their hope in is so vulnerable.
The dreams were shattered, the fantasies disappeared, and he looked devastated.
Thinking about such a scene makes people feel joyful and intoxicated.
Some spectators in the arena had already noticed that something was wrong and stood up and shouted angrily.
The problem is that being in the stands cannot affect the duel on the field at all, and even shouting is of no use.
The controller of the arena showed a proud smile and seemed to have seen the scene where Tang Zhen's head was missing.
At this moment, Tang Zhen raised the bronze dagger in his hand.
With just a slight wave, the red clouds flashed across the enemy in front of him.
The audience in the stands seemed to see a red fish passing through the crowd.
Where the fish swam, it left a clear trace and set off waves of blood-red waves.
The duelists in the field felt like they were under the waves of the water, and they could see waves flashing through them with the naked eye.
The originally aggressive enemy seemed to have been struck by an invisible force, with blood spurting out from vital parts.
"It's you who died."
Tang Zhen put down the bronze dagger in his hand, glanced at the teammates around him, and said with a sneer.
The few traitors who had received secret orders and cooperated with the enemy to kill Tang Zhen slowly fell to their knees on the ground.
"Pfft!"
Dozens of blood arrows shot out from their bodies front and back, and upon closer inspection, they were riddled with holes.
As for the enemies on the opposite side, they all fell to the ground, and no one survived.
When seeing this scene, teammates from the same camp and the audience around the arena fell into silence.
They had guessed the outcome, and there were various possibilities, but it was definitely not what they saw.
"Why are you still standing there, cheer, you have made money!"
Tang Zhen said in a calm tone. Although his voice was not high, every audience in the arena could hear it.