This was the first time he met the man in black, and he didn't know why the other man maintained an inexplicable hostility towards him.
Even so, Lin Ze didn't do anything. He glanced at the man in black and then looked away.
Di Ping next to him has already started talking about what happened tonight.
"Brother Lin, tonight's game is a bit special. Including me and another betting opponent, there are a total of six participants. Each person sends a beast master to participate in the game. In each round, everyone has to perform a
In a battle of beasts, the difficulty increases in sequence, the losers are eliminated, and the one who persists to the end becomes the champion."
Lin Ze nodded to express his understanding, and then asked: "What level of beast masters are my opponents?"
"Their level of beast masters is not worth mentioning. Many of them don't even have seventh-level pet beasts."
Di Ping's answer was somewhat unexpected.
Seeing Lin Ze's expression of confusion, he patiently explained:
"You also know that summoning pet beasts is prohibited in competitions in the underground Colosseum, so the high level of the pet beast is of no use there. The most important thing is the spiritual skills of the contestants themselves."
"There are many underground colosseums like ours in the entire federation. If there is demand, there will naturally be a market. Over time, a group of people who gave up cultivating pet beasts and focused on improving the level of soul arts were born. They are in the industry
Called a spiritual master."
Spiritualist?
Lin Ze was slightly startled.
Unexpectedly, there are actually beastmasters who devote themselves wholeheartedly to practicing soul skills for the underground Colosseum competition.
He even gave up the most important pet beast cultivation for this reason.
However, Lin Ze then thought about it. According to Di Ping's description, the prize money in the underground colosseum was very generous. A casual win would be worth the harvest of an ordinary beast master's hunting in the wilderness for more than half a month.
Some talents are not very good and destined to have little growth potential. If they continue to practice, they will just waste their lives as beast masters. For this reason, it is reasonable to transform into a soul master and make money by participating in underground beast fighting competitions.
Di Ping continued: "The level of the soul magician's pet beast is generally not high. Ninety-nine percent of them don't even have a seventh-level pet beast. However, after years of study, their level of soul magic is very high and they are very good at using soul magic."
In battle, many people even specialize in practicing some weird and powerful special soul techniques, and their combat prowess is extremely impressive."
Having said this, Di Ping looked at the man in black in the passenger seat in front of him and said with a smile:
"For example, Liao Hua is a soul master. Although the strongest pet beast is only at the sixth level, his own fighting power is no weaker than that of the pet beast. He even killed a sixth-level and fifth-level beast in an underground beast fighting competition.
A vicious beast."
The man in black named Liao Hua had a proud look on his face when he heard this.
However, Di Ping's next words soon made his expression freeze.
"Originally, I planned to arrange for Liao Hua to play, but I heard that my opponent had found a contestant with extremely high spiritual attainments this time. Liao Hua might not be an opponent, so I thought about finding a strong support, and it happened to be
Zhengyang talked about you, Brother Lin, not long ago, and as the college league is about to be held recently, I thought you would definitely come back to Dragon Whale City, so I went to the hotel and waited."
Looking through the rearview mirror and taking a look at Liao Hua's face, which was obviously not very good-looking, Lin Ze felt slightly enlightened and finally understood why this man had been hostile to him before.
Daqing felt that he had taken advantage of his quota.
Thinking of this, Lin Ze couldn't help but curl his lips secretly, retracting his gaze and ignoring Liao Hua.
He is just a clown who is narrow-minded and can only anger others.
During the conversation, the car unknowingly arrived in the city and finally stopped in front of a bar.
A circle of marquees ran on the bar sign, complementing the prosperous lights beside it.
Men and women who came in and out from time to time hugged each other and talked and laughed.
Regardless of the burly guard standing at the door or the waiter responsible for parking, all of them are wearing crisp uniforms.
They were centered around the door of the bar, scanning every face that appeared in their field of vision with venomous and cautious eyes.
Any guy with a bad appearance or suspicious attire will be quickly driven away while trying not to alert other people.
The whole bar has a lively atmosphere.
Lin Ze got off the car and looked around, feeling secretly in his heart.
"I didn't expect that the Underground Colosseum would be built in such a downtown area. It's really bold."
Noticing Lin Ze's gaze, Di Ping said with a smile: "The bar is just a cover-up, the real underground Colosseum is underneath."
As he spoke, Di Ping turned around and took the lead into a dark alley next to the bar.
Lin Ze took steps to follow.
Walking into the alley, the vision dimmed instantly, and the bright light seemed to be blocked by the invisible barrier at the entrance of the alley, turning it into another incompatible world.
The group of people soon arrived at a back door in the middle of the alley.
The door was covered with an iron sheet and looked abandoned. Someone had drawn dense graffiti with chalk.
There was no handle on the door, only an inconspicuous keyhole and cat's eye.
If someone hadn't brought it here, it would have been hard to imagine that behind this rusty door was the underground Colosseum.
Liao Hua stepped forward and knocked on the door. Light footsteps came closer from the door. The cat's eyes dimmed slightly, as if someone was behind the door observing who was coming.
A few seconds later.
The iron door was pushed open with a creak, and a tall man leaned out. His cold and indifferent gaze swept across everyone, and finally rested on Di Ping's face. After a brief pause, he turned sideways to let the way pass.
"Is Song Hong here?"
Di Ping walked into the door and asked casually.
The tall man replied angrily: "It's already here."
Di Ping stopped talking, made a gesture to Lin Ze, and took the lead to walk inside.
The group of people walked through the iron door and the long corridor behind the door, and entered the elevator at the end corner.
As the elevator door closed, a slight feeling of weightlessness came.
However, in just seven or eight seconds, the elevator stopped again and the door opened.
The group of people walked out of the elevator door, walked through a long corridor, and finally stopped in front of a huge iron door.
"arrive."
Di Ping said.
As his voice fell, the iron door slowly opened.
A deafening sound immediately came from behind the door.
Excited shouts, angry shouts, excited cheers... all kinds of sounds converged into a deafening sound wave, which made the eardrums hurt.
Lin Ze looked intently.
Behind the iron gate is an extremely wide area.
In the center is a huge circular arena, wider than a basketball court.
Around the arena, there are densely packed seats distributed in a circular staircase.
At this time, these seats were already full of people.
People of all ages, old and young, men and women.
The only thing that is the same is that everyone has an excited expression on their faces, their faces are flushed, and they are staring at the battle on the ring with wide eyes.