The old man leaning on a crutch looked up and down at Jiang Yuan, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said coldly.

"I heard it right? Just because you want to challenge your level 8 opponent, have you written your suicide note?"

"It won't bother you."

Jiang Yuan squinted his eyes and smiled, and said lightly.

The old man's eyes showed gloom, and no one dared to talk to him so rudely, and said expressionlessly.

"It's hard to persuade the damn ghost, it's really ignorant of the world."

The crutch in his hand poked the ground twice, and a strong man came from a distance, bowed to him, and said respectfully.

"Old Shen, please give me instructions."

"Take him to the level 8 challenge hall to wait."

The old man said coldly.

The strong man glanced at Jiang Yuan, and his expression showed surprise, but he did not say much nonsense and turned around to lead the way.

"Please come with me."

One by one, one behind, a shadow floated out of the darkness like a ghost, lay beside Mr. Shen's ear and whispered for a while.

"And that's the case?"

Old Shen raised his eyebrows, and his eyes showed disdain and said coldly.

"But when I arrive at my territory, you have to keep it on the dragon and you have to lie on the tiger. A mere little ghost with not yet grown hair is still far from trying to make waves with me."

He pondered for a moment and said ruthlessly.

"I remember the broken heart is still there, right? Arrange a fight for both of them."

The black shadow nodded, and quietly disappeared into the darkness like a ghost.

Under the leadership of the strong man, Jiang Yuan passed through a deep corridor and arrived at the back of the duel arena. There were ten rooms lined up in front of him, with different numbers written on it to distinguish them.

The strong man brought Jiang Yuan into a room with the number eight written on it. The furnishings inside were very simple, with only some warm-up sports equipment.

"Wait here, I'll inform you to come on stage later. But before that, I will announce the rules of the duel arena to you."

The strong man had a formulaic mechanical expression on his face, and obviously this kind of thing has to be repeated countless times every day.

"Do not matter whether it is life or death on the stage. If you can't hold on, raise your hand three times to signal to admit defeat."

"If you are shot down and you will be sentenced to lose."

"You can choose to fight empty-handedly or weapon-making, and it must be agreed upon by both parties."

Jiang Yuan listened quietly, everything was similar to what Lao Gui recorded in his notes. There were no rules here, as long as he could defeat his opponent, he would be considered a win.

Of course, there is the most important point, to save your life!

After reading the rules, the final reward is.

Such a bloody underground boxing ring is naturally rewarding.

Starting from the lowest level, you will get a reward of 100,000 as long as you can win the last game.

Then it increases upwards in turn, and the amount of rewards will double and increase.

A level 8 challenger will have a huge sum of 8 million as long as you can win the last game.

Of course, this money is not easy to make. Every opponent who comes here has two tricks.

Although it sounds like a mechanism to admit defeat, this setting is actually very terrifying.

It takes three times to admit defeat. How can you have such a good opportunity when life and death are fighting?

Once you are at a disadvantage, you may be interrupted by the other party if you raise your arm. How could you have the chance to admit defeat?

So if you really get on the ring, if you are not as skilled as others, life and death will be in the hands of the other party.

If Jiang Yuan had not been forced into a hurry, he would not have chosen to take risks.

After waiting for about five minutes, the strong man who had brought in before pushed the door and walked in again, looking at him with a little pity.

"You prepare and prepare to go on stage later."

"Is it an empty-handed battle or a weapon war?"

Jiang Yuan opened his eyes and asked.

The strong man shrugged and laughed.

"Your opponent is special. He defaults to giving up weapons. You can choose to bring weapons or not. The decision is in your hands."

Jiang Yuan was confused when he heard this. When life and death were fought, weapons often had decisive factors.

How could this opponent give up by default?

In the arena where life and death are fighting, there is no need to pay attention to any demeanor, because it is very likely to take your own life.

Jiang Yuan’s iron ruler practiced has a certain degree of excitement. If conditions permit, he naturally would not choose to give up and decisively chose to bring weapons.

The strong man said nothing, took him out of the lounge and came to the arena.

The atmosphere here is explosive and hot, and the solid ground made of concrete is covered with dark red blood stains falling and falling.

Among them, you can even see scattered bones. It seems that there are definitely many people who die on it.

At this time, the host's voice sounded in the arena.

"The next one is a Level 8 challenge. There is an unknown newcomer who wants to complete this cruel challenge, and his opponent is..."

The host's deliberately prolonged voice, and only shouted loudly when the audience's hearts were all hung up.

"The broken heart of the level 8 king of the arena!"

Accompanied by the host's voice, the audience seemed to be in a panic, and countless crowds were cheering and boiling.

The strong man looked back at Jiang Yuan, and even showed pity in his eyes. He secretly stuffed a pill into his hand and said with a wink.

"Brother, I'll eat this thing before the fight starts later."

Jiang Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile.

"Isn't it a bit too obvious that you drugged me so openly? Shouldn't you be fair in this place?"

The strong man laughed out loud, and said with a sneering mockery in his eyes.

"I said, brother, you haven't woken up? I'm not trying to harm you. This is the life-extending pill I bought at a high price."

"If I buy it, you can hold on for one minute. Don't be beaten to death in three seconds. I will lose a lot. Don't bite Lu Dongbin, you won't know the good people's hearts."

"Are you so sure I will lose?"

Jiang Yuan asked with a smile.

The strong man gave him a blank look, his eyes looked like he was looking at a fool, and he took out his cell phone and shook it.

"Brother, the odds have told you everything. If you can hold on for one minute, I can make ten times more money. I have suppressed my wife. You must hold on for a few more times later. If you have any wishes, I will definitely help you."

"Wishes..."

Jiang Yuan smiled slightly and said seriously.

"I suggest you buy it and I win."

Puff.

The strong man laughed out loud and shook his head and said.

"Forget it. Although the odds of this are higher than one thousand, I have never seen them before, but this is obviously throwing money in. I'm not so bored."

Jiang Yuan was about to speak when a loud noise came from above the duel arena, and then a huge iron cage slowly fell down.
Chapter completed!