"Even so, are you going to participate in this so-called championship tournament?"

"Why not?"

Beckett replied without looking back.

It doesn't matter what else is, as long as Gao Tianzun has the bones of the gods on his hands, that's enough.

The purpose of his participation in this championship tournament was just to be able to meet Gao Tianzun as quickly as possible.

As the organizer of this match, he will definitely appear in the gladiatorial arena on the day the match starts.

Beckett believed that Gao Tianzun thought the same way.

Otherwise, he could have sat at home and waited for Beckett to come to the door, rather than taking out the bones of the gods as bait to lure him to the competition.

"Or do you have a better way to get close to Gao Tianzun?"

Beckett paused, turned around and asked.

When Hela heard this, her expression froze, and she pouted and did not speak.

Aside from participating in the competition, she really didn't seem to have a way to get closer to Gao Tianzun faster.

After all, she didn't know where Gao Tianzun's true residence was.

The location of the gladiatorial arena detected by Wads was only the place where Gao Tianzun haunted the most on weekdays.

Instead of spending a lot of effort to find it in the case of a black eye, it is better to go directly to the official meeting channel.

"Please don't crowd!"

"A good queue order determines whether you can complete the registration and registration as quickly as possible!"

"Two gentlemen, if you want to fight, please go somewhere else to fight, and then come back to line up after the winner is decided."

"If you come from behind, please consciously go to the side and back to get the number plate!"

The Saka Gladiatorial Arena, which has not been established for a long time, was particularly popular after the announcement of Gao Tianzun was sent.

When Beckett, who had followed the map of Woz, arrived at his destination, he frowned at the formation of two long lines.

"Your Highness Beckett, leave the rough work of queuing up to get the number, just leave it to me." TheOther, who aspires to be the No. 1 horse under Beckett, showed his role for the first time.

He bowed respectfully, then trotted all the way to the window with the scepter, and took a number plate from the slave in the gladiatorial arena.

“404？ Are there so many people up ahead? ”

TheOther frowned, he always felt that this was not an auspicious number, not to mention that this number meant that there were at least four hundred and forty people in front of Beckett.

He didn't think that His Highness Beckett seemed like the kind of person who had the patience to wait so long.

After getting along for so long, TheOther has already touched the temperament of his master.

"Hey, let me ask you, is there any VIP access?"

Holding the number plate and poking back at Beckett, who was obviously a little impatient on his face, TheOther immediately pressed his face against the window and asked viciously.

"The kind that can be registered directly."

Generally speaking, this kind of competition should have VIP access exclusive to the strong or those who are able to make money.

"Yes, sir, but are you sure you want to fast-track?"

The woman on the other end of the window looked up.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you have it, hurry up for me."

Perhaps it was TheOther's scolding and confidence that frightened the woman, and after muttering a few words in the communication device that TheOther didn't understand, he reached out and handed TheOther a golden badge.

There is no number on the coat of arms, only the logo of the gladiatorial arena.

What is it?

TheOther pinched curiously, but couldn't figure out the slightest bit of fame.

"Somebody's going to start challenging the passage, Zola, come out and get them in, and by the way, get Foras ready."

"Yes."

The woman on the other end of the communicator responded timidly, and when she appeared in front of TheOther, her eyes instantly widened: "You, you were the lump of meat at that time?!" ”

Zola still can't forget the scene when TheOther was resurrected.

"Is that you?"

"Why are you here?"

In this unfamiliar realm, TheOther was obviously surprised to meet an acquaintance who had a relationship.

"Your Highness Beckett." With the badge and with Zola, TheOther returned to Beckett.

"Zola? Why are you here? ”

Compared with TheOther, who is extremely unfamiliar with Zola, Beckett still knows a little about her, after all, she has been together for a day or two, and she has watched Igo's films together.

"Well, because of you, Mr. Beckett, I can't compensate for the damage to the auction house's property, so I've been sent to the gladiatorial arena."

Goodbye Beckett, Zola has clearly lost his initial liveliness.

The cowering respect was palpable.

"Excuse me, are the four of you going to participate in the Championship Challenge?" As for what happened to him after he arrived in the gladiatorial arena, Zola obviously didn't want to mention more.

After being educated by the cruel reality, all she wants at the moment is to quietly do the job at hand, and only in this way can she get the opportunity to continue to live.

"No, it's just me." Beckett, who had been staring at Zola for a long time, spoke.

Hela doesn't need it, Jennifer can't fight, and as for TheOther, it's a make-up number.

"I see, please follow me." Zola nodded respectfully, turned around and motioned for Beckett and the others to follow him.

"Grandmaster, he has prepared a test for everyone who feels that his strength is strong."

"As long as someone can beat Foras, who is defending the challenge lane, he can be seeded, skip the qualifiers and the group stage, and advance directly to the round of 16."

"Since you don't want to go through the regular passage, Mr. Beckett, this is the only way."

"By the way, before you, there were already thirty-six people who had lost their lives in the failed attempt."

The corpses of those people were still hanging on the old crooked-necked tree in front of the Colosseum, warning those who were ready to move in their hearts.

"So, please, be careful."

Perhaps because of their acquaintance, Zola hesitated for a moment after taking Beckett and his party to the interior of the gladiatorial arena.

"Foras, is that him?"

Beckett directly ignored Zola's reminder, and when he walked into the gladiatorial arena, he naturally saw a figure standing in the middle of the arena.

"Is there anyone in this universe with a weirder hairstyle than him?" Hela sat comfortably in the nearest VIP seat, looking at the man in the audience with his eyes closed.

Dark purple top, green practice pants, angular face, and a Saiyan hairstyle that is more Saiyan than Beckett.

Foras, the strongest man in the Saka gladiatorial arena under the command of Gao Tianzun!

"A new challenger?"

The man in the middle of the audience opened his eyes and looked at Beckett, who had jumped from the audience.

"Let's talk first,"

"I'm strong!"

"Hah!"

The swelling muscles pulled the arm, and the man named Forlas didn't have the slightest ink, pointed at Beckett and said his pre-war declaration, and kicked directly in Beckett's face!

"The dragon looks up!"

Beckett frowned, his hands behind his back, his head tilted slightly, and Foras's ankle swept past him.

"Scorpion tail waging!"

Unable to make a move, Foras took advantage of the situation with the right foot that landed as a support point, and turned around and swept a whip leg to Beckett's chest, but was firmly grasped by Beckett in his hand, no matter how hard Foras tried, he couldn't break free.

"Electric Light Poison Dragon Drill!!" Foras simply gave up the struggle, turned his body directly, and used his left foot as a support point to drill into Beckett's abdomen.

"Tyrannosaurus Crazy Knife Sealing Demon Slash!"

"The wind eagle dances the sword through the wind thorn!"

"The water rhino bursts and the waterfall pierces!"

"The white mastiff just shook the thunder!"

"The Flying Tiger splits the sky and splits the earth!"

"Locusts cut down trees!"

"Tornado destroys ——!"

"Bells and whistles."

As soon as the words fell, the impatient Beckett directly smashed Foras's chest with a punch!

Foras, who had not finished shouting the name of the move, widened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him in disbelief.

"How...... Yes......? ”

"Kill him, is it passed?" Stepping on Foras, who had a hole in his chest, Beckett had a cold face and looked at Zola, who was stunned on the stage.

The latter nodded with a dull face............

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