When the fiftieth enemy was defeated, Zhuan Yang finally felt a little pressure. Starting from the fifty-first enemy, a Tiangang seventh-level warrior finally appeared.

"The meat show is coming."

The audience immediately became energetic.

They have been waiting for so long just to see how many games this young man can last.

Peng Yu claimed to be the father of the money owner and threw out one million days of gold to bet on "a shocking talent", but they didn't have that idea.

In their opinion, he is nothing more than a prodigal who spends millions for his friends.

They estimated that Zhuanyang would probably stop after seventy games.

"Sixty games."

"Come on, come on, strive for seventy."

"Okay, sixty-five. Go on, kid, if you win, I will give you 10%." This guy bet a thousand gold and felt that he was about to make a big profit.

A group of people cheered below, and the fighting platform grew higher and higher.

When the fighting arena reached the seventieth floor, the people who originally encouraged Zhuanyang to win became a little panicked.

"Seventy-three, lose quickly, lose, lose, lose! Hey - why did you win again!"

"It's seventy-five, no good, it's on my side. Lose now. Oops, lose it, lose it. But as long as it doesn't exceed the eightyth floor, you can still make money."

Seventy-seventh floor.

The people below did not dare to shout.

Because they discovered that Zhuan Yang still had some energy left at this moment.

"It's not easy. These opponents can already force me to exert 70% of my strength."

Zhuan Yang rested for a while and stopped fighting.

Although every battle will restore all mana in the arena, frequent battles are extremely stressful mentally.

Zhuan Yang sat on the ring, ignoring the cheers below, and began to observe the surrounding fighting arena.

It may be that not many warriors have ascended to the lower realm in the past two days, or it may be that Zhuan Yang has taken too long. Currently, there are only two fighting platforms in the surrounding area for newcomer trials. The other fighting platforms are for martial arts masters to compete.

"Huh?" He stared at one of the two newcomers' arenas, which was thirty stories high.

"Okay - another punch."

On that ring, there was a young man in a blue shirt with a simple and honest face. Every time he fought against the opponent, he always smashed the projection with one punch. There were also many people surrounding the ring.

Zhuan Yang stared at the young man and fell into deep thought.

If I kill him now, will the God Emperor hack me to death? Otherwise, break his legs and send him back to the Simu Palace? I think this bastard is becoming more and more lawless.
Chapter completed!