Ye Hong bowed his head lightly, and did not resist, inferring from Yan Ying's words just now, she wanted to stage a battle of nine deaths and resurrection tomorrow, so as to fool the sight of those big people of the four clans and interfere with their judgment, so that when they fought in the future, they would underestimate their combat power, and they would not be too optimistic about themselves, and they would bet on the wrong target.

If it weren't for Mo Du's means, Ye Hong would probably have exposed some flaws, and the monks of the four major races who bet on them were not blind, and their eyes were bright!

The Death Arena, the biggest feature of Shabak City, many big names on the Karamanda Continent will bring the strong monks they have cultivated or captured, and arrange them into the Death Arena to fight life and death with others to make a profit.

There are no restrictions, any race, is eligible to enter and participate in it, but basically all of them are humans, demons and orcs, and the dark race rarely appears, and they don't like places where there are too many lifeforms.

Gladiatorial fighting, for monks of any race, is undoubtedly very attractive, they can enjoy the blood-stained battles in the Death Arena, and at the same time, they can also gamble with their possessions, so the business of the Death Arena has always been quite hot, and for this reason, Shabak City gathers a lot of wealth and supplies every year.

Among the big names in the four major races, if it comes to wealth, Yan Ying deserves to be the first, which is indisputable.

Mo Du simply explained the situation of the death arena to Ye Hong, and then left directly.

After a night without words, Ye Hong recuperated.

At noon on the second day, Mo Du came again and led Ye Hong out.

Together with Mo Du, they flew towards a location in Shabak City, and a moment later, a huge circular field was imprinted into Ye Hong's eyes.

This place covers a lot of land, surrounded by all kinds of mysterious prohibitions and enchantments, and around it is a layer of high platforms, at this moment, the high platform is already overcrowded, and countless monks and orcs are sitting on the high platform, watching the battle between the two monks on the field.

The strength of the two monks is not very high, but the fight is quite tragic, both of them are all bloodstained, limbs are incomplete, each other with hateful eyes, again and again to show their secret treasures and martial arts, blood stained the battlefield.

The battle was in full swing, attracting bursts of cheers from the high platform.

Ye Hong glanced at it casually, his expression indifferent.

Mo Du glanced at him and sneered: "You will have to fight in this later, your opponent is comparable to your cultivation, but he is different from you, he can exert his full strength, but you can only use half of your strength, be careful, this guy has won twenty-one consecutive victories, although I don't care about your life or death, but the adults still hope that you can bring her some wealth." ”

"I know!" Ye Hong nodded lightly.

When the two of them arrived here, a cold gaze was cast from a certain place on the high platform, and Ye Hong looked back and saw Yan Ying sitting there.

Flying over the death arena, Mo Du led Ye Hong into an underground passage, and walked for a long time before he saw a little light.

In front of the passage is the inside of the death arena.

Yan Ying's subordinates were already waiting here, and when they saw Mo Du coming, they all greeted him respectfully.

"Lord Modu, is this human kid fighting this time?" asked a man with a pale face.

"Well, the information has been reported, and the odds have been set. Mo Du bowed slightly.

The blue-faced man glanced at Ye Hong with a cruel smile, and said in a low voice: "Boy, you have to brighten your eyes a little, your opponent is not very easy to deal with, he has fought twenty-one battles, and he has won twenty-one times, among monks of the same level, no one can hold a stick of incense in his hand, don't die too ugly." ”

"Let's wait until he can survive a stick of incense. Ye Hong's expression was indifferent, and he didn't show panic at all.

"Roar......" The blue-faced man was taken aback, "Where did you come from, human boy, so rampant, uncle wants to see how you killed him in a stick of incense!"

Mo Du also glanced at Ye Hong, snorted coldly, obviously felt that Ye Hong was talking big, although he had tried Ye Hong's depth and knew that his strength was not ordinary, but now he can only exert half of his strength, it would be good to survive, it is really a bit self-sufficient to release such wild words.

Ye Hong didn't say anything more, just waited quietly.

In the death arena, the battle between the two monks has already had a result, one was divided, the other was disabled, and immediately someone went to take care of the battlefield, although the crippled person survived, but he was also struggling to survive, the person who went up to take care of the battlefield saw this scene, asked the high platform what to do, and after receiving the answer, he turned around and killed the victor directly.

Blood stained the earth, but there was a cheer from the stands.

After waiting for a while, Mo Ducai nodded at Ye Hong and said, "It's your turn, remember what the adults said yesterday!"

Ye Hong's expression was indifferent, he put the mask that Mo Du had prepared for himself on his face, and walked forward.

In the passage on the opposite side, there was also an orc with two huge fangs slowly walked out, this person was more than a foot tall, bare-chested, a body of flesh and blood bulging high, each piece was full of explosive power, and two black metal gauntlets were worn on thick wrists, and a single head was more than three times that of Ye Hong. It seems that it was the mammoth orcs who killed Yan Ying's eleven fighters in a row and caused her huge losses.

A distant bell rang out.

The mammoth orc walked towards Ye Hong quickly, and the earth actually made a slight vibration sound, so you can imagine how heavy his weight was. As he approached, a fierce aura struck him, as fierce as a storm, as if he wanted to tear Ye Hong apart alive with this momentum.

But Ye Hong didn't move, like a 10,000-year-old reef, and when this evil qi hit him, he took the initiative to separate to the left and right.

In the stands, many people showed interesting looks, thinking that this battle of life and death should be very exciting, and Mo Du, who was standing beside Yan Ying, clenched his fists and watched tightly.

After a moment, the two stood still about ten feet away, staring at each other. Ye Hong was like a child who was still nursing in front of the other party.

He had long heard Schneider introduce the mammoth orcs, the number was extremely rare, and it was impossible to form a large-scale tribe at all, basically thirty or fifty formed a small community, living in a remote jungle, rarely found, and was recognized as the strongest orc species in the orc race. I didn't expect a big man to find such a mammoth orc, and it was a sturdy young mammoth orc.

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