Chapter 373 Standing Prestige in the Arena

In the arena, Wang Chen quietly waited for his match to start, and it would be his turn in three more matches.

Below, there is a fierce battle going on, extremely bloody. It is a battle between two high-ranking warriors.

Above the stands, there is the sound of boiling, and there is a lot of noise, very lively.

On the side of the arena, the battles are divided into various groups, and at least one must reach the strength of a spirit warrior to enter.

They are the elementary martial artist group, the intermediate martial artist group, the high-level martial artist group, the elementary martial artist group, the middle-level martial artist group, the high-level martial artist group, and the king martial artist group. Hierarchical groups! A total of nine regular group level competitions. Challenges at this level are the most common and relatively simple.

Of course, there are also challenges with unconventional groups! There are a total of three levels of challenges: Spirit Warrior level, Zun Warrior level and King Warrior level. These three levels of challenges are much more difficult! For example, the Martial Artists Challenge means that all warriors can sign up, from first-tier warriors to ninth-tier warriors and even half-king warriors.

Challenges at this level are much more difficult, but once won, the rewards are also very impressive. But also the most intense and exciting fighting series.

This time, Wang Chen signed up for such an unconventional challenge—the Martial Artist Level Challenge.

In his seat, Wang Chen waited quietly, the real energy in his body was flowing slowly, adjusted his state to the best, and prepared to deal with the next series of challenges.

As for Xiang Gankan, at this time he has already rushed to place bets.

In the arena, the most exciting thing is the duel match, and of course, the most exciting thing is the result of the match! Because every game has certain odds, you can bet on every game! Of course Xiang Gankan would not miss such an opportunity to make money, especially since he knew Wang Chen's strength well.

"Hahaha... boy, I bet you 100,000 gold coins, a total of 300,000 gold coins on you, you have to be more confident!" After a while, Xiang Gan ran back to Wang Chen. said with a laugh.

The upper limit of betting for each duel match is 100,000 gold coins, so Xiang Gan bet the maximum amount. At the same time, in the names of Keer and Zilan, he bet 100,000 gold coins each! A total of three hundred thousand.

"What's the odds!? What's the strength of the opponent?" Ke Er immediately asked with interest.

"Small, the opponent is an eighth-rank martial artist, haha, isn't this kid able to settle with one hand? Hehe, those dealers seem to have not received the news in time. I don't know how powerful this kid is, and the odds are that this kid is 1 : 2.2 and the eighth-ranked martial artist is 1: 0.6, tsk tsk tsk... We are going to make a lot of money now!" Said this, Xiang Gankan was even more excited.

Obviously, this is the best opportunity and way to make money! If Wang Chen's strength is fully displayed, it will be difficult to earn money in the next competition. Thinking about it, Wang Chen killed the Stinger just after he returned to Sin City, and then went straight to this side. It is also reasonable that the dealers did not grasp the news in time.

Seeing the excited appearance of Xiang Gankan and Ke'er, Wang Chen couldn't laugh or cry, these guys...

Simply ignoring it, Wang Chen quietly waited for the start of his match.

In the arena, the three matches ended quickly, and it was Wang Chen's turn in a blink of an eye.

"Boy, kill well! You can't lose this money!"

"Bad guy, come on!"

Seeing Wang Chen get up and walk towards the field, Xiang Gankan and Ke Er hurriedly cheered.

In the arena, Wang Chen stood there quietly, and soon, his opponent appeared opposite Wang Chen amidst bursts of cheers.

The eighth-level warrior, a man in his mid-twenties, is not bad for an eighth-level warrior at this age.

"Hahaha, Juhu, tear up that kid!"

"Juhu, let's do a quick kill!"

As the two appeared, the stands suddenly became lively. Thousands or even tens of thousands of people shouted together, and the noise was like thunder, wave after wave.

It seems that Wang Chen's return and the matter of Wang Chen's killing of the Stinger Brigade have not yet reached the ears of these people. In the eyes of these people, how could Wang Chen, a small fifth-rank martial artist, be Juhu's opponent? This is simply courting death. To actually sign up for the Martial Artist Stage Challenge, I am really overwhelmed.

"Boy, the fifth-level warrior? Leave your last words!" The eighth-level warrior known as the giant tiger looked at Wang Chen and said lightly.

There is disdain and ridicule in the words! To him, a small fifth-rank martial artist is just the size of an ant in front of him.

"Last words? You are the one who should keep it!" Wang Chen snorted coldly, and then made a move with the Chiyan giant sword: "Stop talking nonsense, fight!"

"Hmph, since you are in such a hurry to die, don't blame me for being rude!" The man moved his shin easily and hummed lightly.

The battle is about to start, and the stands are boiling. In the city of sin, blood can always arouse everyone's strongest enthusiasm.

"Hahaha...Little brat, do you dare to come here to challenge the fifth-level martial artist?!"

"I'm sure this little guy is not a one-stroke enemy of Juhu!"

"That's right, Juhu is the best among the eighth-rank warriors!"

"This little guy is dead..."

"Hahaha, Juhu, tear him apart, tear him apart..."

From time to time, one or two sneers and mocking sounds came from the stands, making Wang Chen's smile grow stronger.

This seems to be back to the days in Qingfeng City, didn't I spend my time in such cynicism? Now, after two years, he is no longer the boy he was back then.

These taunts will not have any influence on Wang Chen! Looking at these people, a sneer appeared on the corner of Wang Chen's mouth, the Wang family will be famous in the city of sin today. He wants to announce the rise of the royal family!

That being the case, let's show the strength of the Wang family on this side of the arena.

"Canglang Slash!"

Thinking of this, Wang Chen broke through the Eight Gate Dunjia in an instant, and directly unleashed thirty Canglang Slashes to chop towards the opponent.

Under the sword, the shadow of the sword covered the sky, the sky was dark, and it was extremely terrifying.

As soon as the master makes a move, he will know if there is one.

With the appearance of this sword, the noise and ridicule in the stands stopped suddenly. The power of this sword... makes people feel terrified, under this sword, the situation changes.

Below, Juhu, who had a relaxed expression before, changed drastically at this moment. With a trace of panic, he hurriedly retreated towards the rear in embarrassment. His underestimation of the enemy made him fall into an extremely dangerous situation this time.

"Where are you going!" Wang Chen snorted coldly, and the sword's edge soared to tens of feet in size, as if it were solid, and it went straight.

Juhu underestimated him too much, that's why he was in such a hurry. Wang Chen will use this sword to establish his prestige, telling everyone, telling everyone who underestimated him, what the consequences of underestimating him are.

rumbling...

The Chiyan giant sword fell, bringing gusts of howling sound, like a thunder god shaking, like a tiger howling in the sky.

"Death!" Accompanied by this explosion, the giant sword slammed on the giant tiger's weapon.

Amidst the roar, the giant tiger's weapon shattered directly, followed by a dull penetrating sound!

Blood splattered, and pieces of flesh flew everywhere.

There was silence in the arena, and everyone's eyes widened, looking at the young man who was slowly retracting the red giant sword and carrying it behind him.

He... unexpectedly...killed an eighth-rank warrior with a single blow? In the arena, at this moment, it was deathly calm and completely silent.

They have seen the seckill here many times, but never once could it bring them such a shocking feeling.

Never before have they been able to bring such a sense of terror to them! Under that sword strike, it was as if their hearts were being pulled down! No one would believe that a fifth-rank warrior killed an eighth-rank warrior in seconds. Even if they saw it with their own eyes, they couldn't accept it. They shook their heads fiercely and widened their eyes to see if they were dreaming.

"Oh my god, he's definitely not a fifth-rank martial artist!"

"Damn it, I bet 10,000 gold coins on Juhu's victory!"

"Asshole, I bet 20,000 gold coins!"

"Pervert, this guy...the damn arena, they must have made a mistake, is this a fifth-order Venerable Warrior?"

After the silence, after confirming that they were not mistaken, the entire arena began to vibrate like an earthquake.

The whole stand was in a mess! I don't know how many people spent a lot of money on Juhu in this game, but now it's...

Looking at the young man who was slowly leaving behind the negative sword, everyone was going crazy. This is where the metamorphosis came out.

Thinking of the sword that Juhu suffered just now, these people couldn't help but shudder. If that sword fell on them...no one dared to imagine what the result would be! At the very least, none of the ninth-rank Venerable Warrior dared to bear that sword rashly.

"Hehe, Wang Chen! Interesting, really strong!"

"Well, for a fifth-rank martial artist, this strength is really abnormal!"

"This set of martial arts is an earth-level martial skill! Very strong!"

"Let's see what else he can do next!"

In the stands, several members of the Heiyan family looked at each other with emotion.

"Wang Chen? Interesting, let's see what surprises you will bring next!" The middle-aged man of the blood alliance muttered to himself in a private room.

"Wang Chen?" In the private room of the Jujiao Gang, the middle-aged man's eyes flickered coldly, looking at Wang Chen's back, his eyes kept changing: "If you submit to my subordinates, that's fine, if not, you must cut off!"

At this moment, the strength shown by Wang Chen caused another small storm among these people.

Back in the rest area, Xiang Gankan greeted him immediately: "Wow ha ha ha... boy, good job, ha ha ha... 660,000 gold coins! Haha, we won 660,000 gold coins! The next game , your opponent is a ninth-rank martial artist, be careful! I'm going to bet now, haha..."

After the words fell, Xiang Gan ran towards the back impatiently, apparently to carry out his plan to make money.

As for Ke'er and Zilan, they looked at Wang Chen with strange expressions. Killing an eighth-rank Venerable Warrior in seconds is only possible for this pervert.

Compared to a few months ago, this guy is much tougher. Is he human?

This kind of improvement and cultivation speed is really unacceptable! The boy who was not as good as them two years ago...

This kind of strength improvement gives people a feeling of fog, like a dream.

As for Wang Chen, he nodded slightly towards the two women, returned to his seat, and closed his eyes to rest! Today, he will participate in many competitions, the next one will be a ninth-rank martial artist? It's still not enough, Wang Chen's goal is a warrior of the half-king level, even a king warrior!