How do you make a quick buck?

"Let's go to the gladiatorial arena and have a look!", Ye Ning made this bold decision after thinking about it seriously.

He knew that there were gladiatorial arenas in many of the great cities of the world, and those who were short of money could go there to serve as gladiators, and it was a place where the knife licked blood, but where a lot of money could be quickly earned.

After some inquiry, Ye Ning came to the gladiatorial arena in Nanyue City.

After putting on a hideous mask, he went to the place where he had signed up for the gladiatorial fight, and asked, "How do you get paid for participating in the gladiatorial fight?"

Deaths and injuries are inevitable in gladiatorial fights, and in order to prevent retaliation, those who participate in gladiatorial fights usually wear masks to hide their identities.

The person who received Ye Ning was a middle-aged fat man with a meaty face, he glanced Ye Ning up and down, and then said, "Win 10,000 taels of gold in a single game, win 20,000 taels of gold in two games in a row, and win 40,000 taels of gold in three games in a row,...... And so on, with each win in a row, the reward will be doubled!"

Ye Ning was very satisfied when he heard this, and said, "Okay, I'll sign up for the gladiatorial fight!"

"Once you enter the gladiatorial arena, you will live and die,...... You already know all this, right?"

"I've seen it!"

"Well, leave the address of someone close to you, and if you die here, we will immediately notify him to collect the body!", the fat man spoke again.

"No need!", Ye Ning said simply, "I won't die!"

The middle-aged fat man showed a hint of discoloration in his eyes when he heard this, but he didn't say anything, anyway, there was no one to collect the corpse, and they dragged it to the mass grave outside the city to dispose of it together.

"Tell me a name, it can be your own name or something else, and that name represents you in the fighting arena!" said the middle-aged fat man.

Ye Ning thought for a moment and spit out a word, "God!"

The rules of the gladiatorial arena are that people who cultivate to fight each other in the same great realm, Ye Ning's cultivation is in the double heaven of the Wanliu Realm, and he is confident that he can defeat all the cultivators of the Wanliu Realm.

He even took the name of 'God' as his name!

When the middle-aged fat man heard this, his eyes showed a different color again, he had seen a lot of conceited people, but it was rare to see people who were extremely conceited like this.

He quickly accepted Ye Ning's registration, and then handed him a jade plaque, saying, "You take this jade plaque to the gladiator's lounge and wait, it should be your turn to appear at midnight!"

......

Ye Ning took the jade plaque, and under the guidance of an old man, came to the gladiator's lounge and quietly waited for his first gladiatorial fight to arrive.

As the night deepened, many people in Nanyue City rested, but the gladiatorial arena ushered in the most lively time of the day.

One after another life-and-death battles that made people's blood boil were constantly staged in the gladiatorial arena, stirring the nerves of the audience, and Ye Ning could also hear the tsunami-like shouts and screams outside in the lounge.

"It's your turn, follow me!", just after midnight, the old man who had brought him over immediately came to his lounge.

Ye Ning followed him,

When he came to an iron gate at the bottom of the gladiatorial arena, he happened to hear the host of the gladiatorial arena standing on the high platform on the side of the arena and saying loudly, "The next one is the tenth opponent of the 'Fire Dragon King' tonight, 'God', the 'Fire Dragon King' has burst the heads of nine people in a row, let's scream and shout together, look forward to his wonderful performance in the tenth game!"

After the iron door at the bottom of the gladiatorial arena opened, Ye Ning slowly walked into the gladiatorial arena and came to the 'Fire Dragon King' to stand still for a few battles.

The 'Fire Dragon King' is more than two meters tall, with short fiery red hair that is unusually eye-catching, and he also wears a mask and has a strong body.

His eyes full of bloodthirsty lust glared at Ye Ning, and licked the white brain on his fist, and said gloomily, "I don't know what your brain tastes like, I can't wait!"

"Fire Dragon King, kill him!"

"Fire Dragon King, kill him!"

......

The deafening shouts on the side of the gladiatorial arena quickly activated the aggressive factor in people's bodies, and the atmosphere at the scene was extremely hot, and almost everyone fell into madness.

Amidst the shouts and cheers of countless people, the Fire Dragon King suddenly rushed towards Ye Ning.

However, Ye Ning's right hand simply poked forward, and the moment his five fingers were opened, a terrifying palm power surged.

"Boom ......", the Fire Dragon King's body flew back upside down like a cannonball, and flew more than ten battles before falling to the ground.

He struggled slightly, then lay motionless on the ground, blood running down the slab beneath him to the side, more and more.

At this moment, the audience was silent.

"The Fire Dragon King, who had won nine games in a row, was defeated, and he was defeated so badly!", after a while, many people came back to their senses and exclaimed.

"Ten ......"

"Nine ......"

......

"One ......", the host counted from ten to one, and the 'Fire Dragon King' still didn't move, so it was announced that the 'god' had won.

"God!"

"God!"

"God!"

......

Ye Ning's code name immediately sounded in the fighting arena, and everyone in this place had no position, only a warm worship of the strong.

It wasn't until the host of the gladiatorium spoke again that the tsunami-like shouts of the mountains stopped for a moment.

"The next opponent of the 'god' is the 'Cold Face Shura', and the 'Cold Face Shura' is one of the most famous gladiators in this gladiatorial arena. According to the records of the Colosseum, she has participated in a total of 167 gladiatorial fights in this gladiatorial arena, and 150 of them have been in a single blow to cut off the opponent's head, killing the opponent in an instant to win!"

"Such a remarkable record is enough to prove her strong strength, so next, it will be a wonderful showdown between the strong, let's wait and see!", the host said passionately.

"God!"

"God!"

"God!"

"Cold Noodles Shura!"

"Cold Noodles Shura!"

"Cold Noodles Shura!"

......

Amidst the shouts of countless people, an iron door at the bottom of the gladiatorial arena opened, and a middle-aged woman in a Taoist robe walked out.

She was rarely unmasked, with two thick eyebrows flying obliquely on her forehead, her eyes were cold and penetrating, and she held a huge scythe in her hand, like a ghost.

The woman's eyes locked on Ye Ning tightly, and then moved around Ye Ning in small steps, and when she walked to Ye Ning's side, she suddenly attacked, and the sickle in her hand spun and roared out, slashing at Ye Ning's neck.

Ye Ning sideways dodged the scythe, slapped it out with one palm, and then grabbed the chain connecting the scythe, snatched it away, and threw it back.

All his movements, in one go, only happen for a short moment.

The scythe roared away, faster than when it came, and the cold-faced Shura was staggering backwards, unable to dodge at all, and was directly cut off by his head.

......