The third thousand and thirty-seventh chapter is unbeatable
The spectators in the stands were already vaguely aware that something was wrong. Such a thing had never happened in the arena in the past.
Especially the five guarding monks, who looked nothing like ordinary duelists, were killed by Tang Zhen easily.
There was an accident in the arena, and something big might happen to this special duelist!
The audience had similar thoughts in their minds, feeling frightened and excited.
The audience did not leave, but secretly observed. In addition to being curious, they also wanted to get more bonuses.
As long as the gambling game dares to continue, they will continue to gamble.
But the original cheers had become smaller and smaller, until the whole place was silent.
The corpse collection team came on stage, loaded the corpses of the monks into the car, and quietly looked at Tang Zhen with complicated eyes.
They collected countless corpses, but they had never experienced anything similar to today.
There has never been a duelist who has been able to fight continuously until now and kill hundreds of enemies.
Not just the duelists, but also the monks guarding the arena.
No one ever thought that the guarding monk would end up in person and be killed without any resistance.
Transporting the monk's body was the first time in many years. It felt a little new, but more of a fear.
The old captain of the corpse transport team has worked in the death competition factory for nearly a hundred years and transported countless corpses.
Youdao is a good doctor after a long illness. He is used to seeing duelists fighting, and his eyesight naturally improves accordingly.
He could then see that Tang Zhen was different from ordinary duelists.
But that was all. As for why Tang Zhen was so powerful and could even kill the guarding monks, he definitely couldn't figure it out.
The only thing he could do was to pack up the body as usual and then evacuate the arena silently.
Looking at the guarding monk who was killed by one move, the old captain had a strange thought in his mind. The secret monks were nothing more than that.
After the corpse collection team evacuated, Tang Zhen was the only one left in the square, looking a little lonely.
But no one dared to look down upon him, because Tang Zhen at that moment seemed like a lonely lion.
The entire arena is his territory, and no one dares to occupy it, otherwise he will turn into a cold corpse.
This kind of majesty and domineering attitude is simply unmatched.
If it weren't for something wrong, the audience in the arena would have cheered loudly for Tang Zhen.
But at this moment, they just sat silently, waiting for what would happen next.
From the gate for the duelists to enter and exit, a dozen figures slowly walked out. Compared to the duelists who were brave and fierce, these people had an extravagant aura.
It's like putting a hard stone and a beautiful jade together. You can tell the difference at a glance without much discernment.
The guardian monks of the Death Arena have all appeared on the scene at this moment, and they are only here for Tang Zhen.
The rune array that was running all the time had been shut down silently, and the runes on the metal cylinder became extremely dim.
The dispersed energy of heaven and earth reappeared in the center of the Death Arena, giving people a misty feeling.
After the guarding monks came on stage, they surrounded Tang Zhen in the center, with cold and dignified expressions.
Although no abnormality has been seen from Tang Zhen so far, anyone can know that this is just an illusion.
If Tang Zhen was just an ordinary duelist, it would be impossible for him to remain calm when facing so many guarding monks.
This has nothing to do with mentality, but with suppression of strength, and it is absolutely impossible not to be affected.
"Excuse me, your Excellency, what do you want?"
When encountering an unknown opponent, it is not the smartest way to fight blindly. Turning the conflict into friendship is the best way for everyone to be happy.
As monks in the spiritual world, they are far more afraid of death than mortals, and cannot bear the price of falling from the clouds.
Therefore, their purpose was to get Tang Zhen to leave the Death Arena, rather than to fight to the death.
What will happen after you leave can be decided at that time. Once you complete one step, you can take it one step at a time.
Tang Zhen, who was surrounded by a group of monks, had an indifferent look on his face and didn't pay attention to the guarding monks at all.
"I said, just stay here, no one can let me leave.
If you think you can do it, you can give it a try, no matter what means you use."
Hearing Tang Zhen's answer, the expressions of the guarding monks changed slightly. If Tang Zhen was allowed to stay in this arena, they would never be able to operate normally again.
"Is your Excellency really so insistent that you just refuse to leave this arena?"
When you ask this question, it means that the negotiation has broken down and the battle is about to begin.
"That's right."
Tang Zhen replied softly, his attitude leaving no room for doubt.
"In this case, I can only offend you!"
Because Tang Zhen was a strong man, the guarding monks gave him enough courtesy, not only respect, but also fear.
But when the two parties cannot reach an agreement, they can only fight to the death to see who can win in the end.
"Do it!"
With a low roar, the figures of a dozen guarding monks began to change, surrounding Tang Zhen from different directions.
With Tang Zhen as the center, the energy of heaven and earth dissipated rapidly, eventually turning into a desert.
In addition to the rune array in the Death Arena, the guarding monks can also use similar methods to suppress the monks.
In the process of fighting, this method is equivalent to cutting off the tiger's roots and cutting off the tiger's sharp claws and fangs.
The tiger with bald claws and no teeth, although still roaring fiercely, has lost 70% to 80% of its strength.
Even a bull that has just grown its horns can kill this beast as long as it has enough courage.
In the view of the guarding monks, Tang Zhen, who was trapped in the formation, was a threat that had been greatly reduced.
They were fully armed, and the moment the formation took effect, they suddenly launched an attack.
Flying swords, magic weapons, spells...
Various methods were used at the same time at this moment, all targeting Tang Zhen who was located in the center of the field.
Every blow is fatal. Once struck, even if you don't die, there will be endless troubles.
Facing the attack of more than a dozen guarding monks, perhaps only the gods can guarantee that there will be no damage at all.
But Tang Zhen, who was in the center of the storm, made the guarding monks panic because he didn't react at all to this deadly and fierce attack.
It felt like a breeze was blowing on my face, or like drizzle drenching my body, with a calm and calm look on my face.
The most shocking thing is that these fatal attacks dissipated quietly after getting close to Tang Zhen, without causing any impact on him.
From his face, you can still see a faint smile, as if he was watching some ridiculous performance.
No one thought that Tang Zhen's smile was friendly, but on the contrary, they felt chills all over their bodies, just because their attack had failed and Tang Zhen's counterattack was about to come.
This is the most terrifying moment. When your attacks fail to kill the enemy, you must be prepared to be counter-attacked by the enemy.
"It's my turn now."
Tang Zhen said with a smile, but did not make any move.
However, the guarding monk felt a gust of breeze blowing in his face, mixed with a bit of burning heat.
The scorching breeze was pervasive, penetrating the guarding monk's body and taking away all the moisture.
But in the blink of an eye, the body became extremely light, like a mature dandelion, floating everywhere in the breeze.
But in an instant, the flesh and blood of more than a dozen guarding monks turned into dust and turned into white bones.