"Poof~"

Zhuo Ao's words shocked the old Jack, and sprayed the expensive red wine on the ground in one gulp, so that the old Jack who reacted looked at the red wine splashed all over the ground with a heartache, this is the red wine he has kept privately for many years, put it on the market, let alone hundreds of gold coins, the value of this mouthful, enough for an ordinary family to live for a month, so it was wasted in vain, for the old Jack who regarded money as his life, this was definitely a huge blow.

"Oh, dear Zhuoao, are you crazy?" Old Jack looked at Zhuo Ao in disbelief, shook his head and said, "You know that this is impossible, you are an ordinary warrior who has not even mastered the fighting spirit, and it is impossible to defeat a high-level fighter who can release the fighting spirit!" ”

The biggest difference between a third-order warrior and a second-order warrior lies in the release of fighting qi, ordinary warriors can only cultivate their physique, strength and other physical conditions to the peak of first-order warriors through training and boiling strength, and if they want to be promoted to second-order warriors, they must cultivate their fighting qi, temper their bodies through fighting qi, and let their bodies break through the limits of ordinary humans, and only when the fighting qi in their bodies reaches a limit and can be released from the outside of their bodies, attack the enemy or form a layer of fighting qi armor, they can be regarded as real third-order warriors.

Although there is only a difference between the first order, the third order is definitely a huge threshold for a warrior, and it is not an exaggeration to say that a warrior who has just entered the third order can easily kill five second-order peak warriors, and he will not suffer too much loss.

"I need more powerful fights and extreme challenges to bring out my potential, otherwise my strength will stop." Zhuo Ao shook his head, Old Jack's words did not make him flinch, but gave birth to an urge to try, without the blessing of fighting energy, could he really not break through the defense of a high-level fighter? Zhuo Ao does not believe that no matter how strong the defense is, there will always be a limit to bearing, as long as this limit is broken, the so-called absolute defense will naturally be self-defeating.

"Listen to me, Zhuo Ao, you are still young, and now you are very strong, there is no need to be so eager to march into the high-level fighters." Looking at Zhuo Ao's determined gaze, Old Jack persuaded bitterly: "And you should know that the level of the Colosseum is very strict, even with my help, official fighters are not allowed to directly challenge senior fighters." ”

"How?" Zhuo Ao raised his eyebrows, keenly capturing the hidden meaning of Old Jack's words, as a veteran investor in the Laceup Colosseum, Old Jack obviously knew many secrets that Zhuo Ao did not know.

"In the Warrior Guild, as long as you can defeat five second-order peak fighters at the same time, you will get the status of a third-order warrior, but in the Colosseum, if the official fighter wants to obtain the qualification to challenge the high-level fighter, the conditions will be more demanding, and you must defeat ten official fighters arranged by the Colosseum at the same time to obtain the qualification to challenge the high-level fighter, and once you succeed, you will also be automatically promoted to a high-level fighter, so say, dear Zhuoao, we can't be rash, there are still a lot of gold coins waiting for us to earn." Old Jack bitterly persuaded again.

"Do you want to challenge ten official fighters at the same time? Interesting? Zhuo Ao groped his chin, although he would not arrange a high-level fighter to fight with him in a short period of time, but at the same time facing ten peak formal fighters, it seemed to be good, you know, even the fighting spirit of a third-order warrior is not endless, once the fighting spirit is exhausted, it is not much stronger than a second-order fighter, ten second-order peak fighters, if used properly, is enough to surround and kill a third-order high-level fighter.

"Arrange it for me, but I need some time to recuperate and adjust myself to my best." Although Zhuo Ao is confident, he is by no means conceited, the official fighter is no longer enough to threaten him, that is in a single battle, but in the face of ten official fighters at the same time, even if Zhuo Ao is now confident in fighting with ordinary senior fighters, he is not completely sure.

"Oh, God of Light, save your most devout believers." Looking at Zhuo Ao with a determined face, Old Jack looked helpless, originally just hoped that Zhuo Ao could retreat from the difficulties, but now it seems that his words have the opposite effect, the black-haired young man in front of him is really a complete madman, holding the last trace of luck, Old Jack asked: "Dear Zhuo Ao, don't you think about it anymore?" ”

"Old Jack, you have to be clear, although I am now the private property of the Colosseum of Leyson, I also have a certain amount of freedom, Ms. Monna has looked for me many times, but considering the friendship between us, I have always refused without hesitation, this matter, if you are not willing to help me, I think Ms. Mona will not mind helping me with this little favor." Glancing at the embarrassed old Jack, Zhuo Ao shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, raised the crystal glass in his hand, and continued to taste the rare red wine.

Zhuo Ao is not worried about the old Jack's refusal, as he said, the current Zhuo Ao is no longer what it used to be, there are already many investors who are eyeing themselves, Ms. Mona is one of them, and the most active one, the official fighter has no choice, that is in the absence of investor competition, once there is a competitor like now, in addition to the funds provided by the competitor itself, the Colosseum will also give due consideration to the willingness of the fighter itself.

"Oh, Mona, that damn old woman." Old Jack's face couldn't help but change when he heard this, and after scolding fiercely, he quickly changed to a flattering smile: "Dear Zhuo Ao, you can't be like this, the friendship between us is so strong, don't worry, I will swear to the God of Light as a devout disciple, this matter will definitely satisfy you, you wait for my news." ”

Looking at the back of Old Jack Fei who seemed to be leaving, Zhuo Ao shook his head funny, and sneered at Old Jack's last words, this is a master who only recognizes money, Zhuo Ao believes that if there are enough gold coins and abilities, Old Jack, the "most devout" believer, will definitely not hesitate to pack the God of Light and his most devout faith in front of the demon god Satan.

……

How Old Jack persuaded Zhuo Ao, the force behind the Colosseum, didn't care, this matter is a win-win thing in itself, it is rare to fight with one enemy and ten at the same level, and few fighters will choose this crazy way to advance.

Although the third order is rare, as long as there is time, most fighters with fighting spirit can cross this hurdle, it is just a matter of time, not everyone has an almost crazy desire for strength like Zhuo Ao, and even Zhuo Ao knows that in the fighter training camp, there are many fighters who are content with the status quo, they don't want to become stronger, they just want to eat and wait for death in the fighter training camp, and even suppress their fighting spirit, refusing to enter the realm of third-order warriors.

For these people, Zhuo Ao is not good to say anything, people do not have the right to choose to be born, but they have the freedom to decide their own future, in fact, most of the people in the lower classes of this world have such a mentality.

Old Jack did not disappoint Zhuo Ao, but in three days, he got an accurate answer, the date of the duel was set a month later, during this month, Zhuo Ao did not have to participate in any competitions as before, and he could adjust his condition to the best with peace of mind.

"Oh~ My dear Zhuoao, don't you need to go to training? Is it really appropriate to live at such a leisurely pace? In the fighter training camp, looking at Zhuo Ao sitting on a special recliner with a leisurely face, Old Jack patted his forehead speechlessly and asked helplessly.

At this time, the image of old Jack was a little embarrassed, the meticulous blonde hair that was thinned on weekdays looked a little messy at the moment, as if there had been no care for a few days, his ruddy face was also a little pale, and his eyes were full of bloodshots

"You won't understand these things, old Jack." Zhuo Ao shook his head, took a sip of red wine gently, closed his eyes slightly, and after a long time, he said slowly: "The cultivation of spear skills to my current realm is no longer something that can be improved by hard practice, the fit between the soul and nature, heaven and earth, and honing my spear heart with all things in heaven and earth, can let me enter the next realm." ”

"I don't understand this, I just know that I have gambled all my net worth on this duel, if you lose, not only will you be finished, but I will also finish playing!" Old Jack sat down opposite Zhuo Ao hatefully, and unceremoniously drank the remaining red wine on the table.

"You just believe I'm going to win?" Zhuo Ao looked at Old Jack with some curiosity, even Zhuo Ao himself was not so confident, he was very curious, where did Old Jack get his confidence, and dared to gamble his life on himself.

"Do you know what your odds are this time?" Old Jack didn't answer directly, but stared at Zhuo Ao with red eyes.

"I don't know." Zhuo Ao shrugged his shoulders and replied truthfully, he never cared about this kind of thing, but looking at Old Jack's appearance, the odds should not be low.

"Fifteen for one!" Old Jack almost roared out the number with a roar.

"Oh, the God of Light, this is the highest and lowest odds ever in the Colosseum of Leyson, do you know what that means?" Old Jack's eyes flashed with a scorching glint that only comes when he sees a gold coin, only this time, hotter than ever.

"It means that no one is optimistic about me." Zhuo Ao smiled disapprerovingly, this odds are indeed not low, even when he participated in the official fighter battle against Lilin for the first time, his odds were only four to one, no wonder Old Jack was so crazy.

"Not only that, if you win, we can get rich overnight, you can get free, and have a lot of net worth, after you go out, you can live what kind of life you want, you can live what kind of life, you can buy a mansion, and then raise dozens of beautiful slave girls, there is no problem with changing a woman every day, those noblewomen who look noble, will consciously open their legs for you at the first sight, let you ravage!"

"So, you're betting your entire net worth on this duel?" Zhuo Ao looked at Old Jack in disbelief, and once again found that he had underestimated Old Jack's obsession with gold coins.

"Not bad, so you have to win!" Old Jack's withered palms gripped Zhuoao's shoulders tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the exertion.

"I have to say, you're a crazy gambler! You shouldn't believe in light, you should believe in the God of Gamblers! Zhuo Ao's shoulders trembled, shook Old Jack's hands away, and looked at the crazy fat man very speechlessly.

"I wouldn't mind believing in him if he existed!" Old Jack nodded affirmatively.

Zhuo Ao: "......"