Chapter 374: The Hundredth Scene

Chapter 374: Game 100

In the arena of life and death, there are huge crowds of people and heavy traffic. Today is the day of the decisive battle between ghosts and Tiancan. Countless monks came inexplicably.

Just the tickets were sold at sky-high prices, with the highest price reaching a million low-grade soul stones. Even so, all the tickets were sold out a few days in advance.

For this reason, the Life and Death Arena canceled all other competitions today, and sent many monks to maintain order. It is conceivable that the Life and Death Arena attaches great importance to this battle.

After all, this is the first time in the past few years that someone has broken through a hundred consecutive victories, and there will definitely be one. Such a grand event caused a sensation in the entire capital of Lihuo.

Even those three prominent families and even the imperial family had people who came to watch this life-and-death struggle.

Many forces and families even secretly made up their minds that if possible, they must pull the victorious person into their forces.

"In less than three months, winning ninety-nine games in a row has already broken the highest record in the history of the life and death arena. The sneer blade only took less than half a year. This ghost is another sneer blade."

"Who said no? At first, no one valued Specter's strength. Who would have thought that he would achieve such a record? It's just that I don't know whether Specter is free or a slave of a certain family."

"Whether it is a free body or a slave who is here, after this battle, as long as he wins, the ghost will be completely free. If he is really a slave of a certain family, that family must regret it to death."

"What are you regretting? I don't know if I can win now. Is the sky weak? There is no weak person who can win a hundred victories."

The crowd was full of hope for this competition, and they wished that the battle would start immediately, their blood had already begun to boil.

Crazy Wolf and Xiao Jin stood in line in the crowd, Xiao Fan had already quietly left, even if it was a hundred games, Xiao Fan didn't want to reveal his identity, he didn't walk into the arena of life and death ostentatiously.

He is very clear that even if he wins, he is only a monk of the King of War. In Lihuo Imperial Capital, he is still only a low-level existence. Many families and forces can easily kill him.

After all, the background of the Lihuo Imperial Capital is beyond his comprehension. In the words of Crazy Wolf, this city is very likely to have a strong man at the level of the Emperor of War.

In front of ordinary war emperors, Xiao Fan may still have the ability to protect himself, but in front of war emperors, he is like an ant, a single thought can destroy him.

"Where's Xiao Fan?" Xue Yaoluo and the others rushed to look around and saw Mad Wolf and Xiao Jin, but they didn't see Xiao Fan.

Crazy Wolf remained indifferent and stood there in a daze.

"Idiot, I want to ask you something, where is Xiao Fan going?" Qin Mengdie looked at Mad Wolf angrily.

"He has something to do, so let's go first." Crazy Wolf came back to his senses, and said a word indifferently.

"Bastard, I agreed to watch the game. This is a battle of Bai Sheng. It will only be good for him to watch." Xue Yaoluo's chest heaved and fell, and a piece of white snow was about to come out.

Crazy Wolf is still very calm, as if not touched by anything outside.

His eyes looked at this vast arena of life and death. This place was once his glorious place, but it was also the place that gave him the greatest shame in his life.

"The Ning family, when you sold our brothers as slaves to the battlefield of life and death, you never would have imagined that we are still alive to this day. One day, I, Mad Wolf, will become a nightmare for your Ning family." It was extremely cold, and he clenched his fist slightly, making a crackling sound.

After a while, the mad wolf suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and slowly regained his calm.

After waiting for half an hour, everyone walked into the auditorium of No. 3 Life and Death Arena. Looking around, the heads of people trembled and densely packed.

The stands, which could accommodate 100,000 spectators, were full, and there were even many monks standing behind them.

In the meeting room, the purple-robed youth and the four elders were all staring at the screen in front of them. Seeing the life-and-death battlefield No. 3 in full swing, they felt quite uneasy.

It has been several years, and finally someone is about to win a hundred games in a row.

"You say, who is more likely to win, Tiancan or Ghost?" The second elder couldn't help but ask.

The First Elder's face was extremely cold. No matter who wins, it is all thanks to the Third Elder, so he simply remained silent.

"Tiancan's chances should be higher. In the previous ninety-nine games, no one has ever forced him to display his full strength." The fourth elder said in a concentrated voice.

"Yeah, Tiancan has grown step by step. He has honed in the arena of life and death for more than a year. His speed and swordsmanship have reached the peak. If it is not because of the restrictions of the rules, he has already broken through the battle emperor realm." The second elder nodded.

"It's a pity for Ghost. Otherwise, it would definitely be a good seed if it is cultivated. It's a pity that the breakthrough is too fast, and the foundation is naturally not as solid as Tiancan." The fourth elder nodded noncommittally.

"It's started." The third elder took a deep breath and looked at the top of the screen.

At the same time, the host's voice sounded at No. 3 Life and Death Arena.

"Dear viewers, the long-awaited competition is finally here. Are your blood already boiling? Today, no matter who wins, Tiancan and Ghost can set the highest record in the past few years. One hundred ~ consecutive ~ victories ~"

The host's voice was drawn out, touching the heartstrings of the audience. Many people wanted to rush up and beat the host up. This guy is grinding.

"I know everyone can't wait any longer, because I'm also looking forward to the next battle. Next, I invite our fighters to come out." The host smiled cheaply, feeling the angry eyes of the audience, and he didn't dare to say more What.

"Now Tiancan is playing, Tiancan won ninety-nine games in a row in one year and four months, which was originally the highest record in recent years. Tiancan's swordsmanship is designed for killing people, without any fancy, but The sword is deadly, ninety-nine battles, no one can stop his ten swords!"

The host shouted loudly, arousing the enthusiasm of the audience.

As soon as his words fell, a figure in black came out. Tiancan was wearing a black mask, his right arm sleeve was extremely empty, and he carried a big iron sword on his back. He exuded an air of a king. Coercion.

"Tiancan, Tiancan!" For more than a year, Tiancan has had countless die-hard fans. In their eyes, Tiancan must win today.

"The next one, please invite our ghost. He entered Baisheng in three months and created the fastest record in the life and death arena of Lihuodidu. His sword is very sharp, his knife is very domineering, and his fist is very strong. Today, will he be able to kill Tian Can and claim the title of King of Hundred Victories?"

The more the host talked, the more excited he was. He was very fortunate that he was the host of this game, which was an extremely rare honor.

In the anticipation of the crowd, Xiao Fan walked onto the battle stage slowly, walking very calmly, but his eyes noticed the man with a broken arm in the distance, Tian Can.

At the same time, Tian Can's eyes also swept over at the same time, revealing a strong fighting intent.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and the two transcendent auras had collided together, and a storm of sword aura was set off in the center of the battle platform.

"Now I declare, the battle begins!" The host roared with all his strength.