Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Tournament!
The big man led Su Xiaofeng and walked to the corner on the right side of the gladiatorial arena, and after a while, he came to a simple wooden house, where an old man in black was closing his eyes and recuperating. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
The big man bowed his hand respectfully, and said in a low voice, "Deacon Li, someone is here to participate in the Black Fist." ”
Hearing this, the old man with closed eyes slowly opened his eyes, and his cloudy eyes glanced at Su Xiaofeng's body slightly, nodded and said, "The eighth level of the Qi and Blood Realm, may I ask your name." ”
The eighth level of the Qi and Blood Realm is not outstanding, after all, among the martial artists who fight black fists in this gladiatorial arena, there are many powerhouses in the Boiling Blood Realm, and even in the Blood Yuan Realm.
"Call me... Ali bar. Su Xiaofeng suddenly remembered a famous boxer in his previous life, and couldn't help but think of a spoof.
Deacon Chen registered, then took out a pitch-black wooden card, handed it to Su Xiaofeng, and said, "The number on this wooden card is your number, as for your opponent, we will arrange it for you soon." ”
Su Xiaofeng took the wooden card, which said two hundred and thirty-seven, five golden characters, which is Su Xiaofeng's number, that is to say, there are two hundred and thirty-seven fighters in this gladiatorial arena.
Deacon Chen stared at Su Xiaofeng and said indifferently: "The rules of the gladiatorial arena, presumably Your Excellency is already clear, it's too late to regret it now, you can think about it again." ”
Su Xiaofeng didn't hesitate, and said directly: "No, I've already thought it through." ”
Deacon Chen waved his hand and said, "Since that's the case, then I wish you good luck." ”
Seeing Deacon Chen waving his hand, the big man instantly comprehended, and walked out with Su Xiaofeng.
"What kind of competition do you want to participate in, sir?" asked the big man.
"What kind of competition?" Su Xiaofeng frowned, "What kind of competitions do you have?"
"The regular game is to compete with people of the same level, bet one to one, how much you press, how much you win, how much you win. The first-level competition is a competition with a martial artist of a small realm higher, and the stakes ratio is one to two, and similarly, the second-level competition is a competition with a martial artist of two small realms higher, and the stakes are one to three! Crossing the great realm, the gambling stone is increased tenfold on the basis of the former! That is to say, sir, you are the eighth martial artist of the Qi and Blood Realm, and if you are competing with the first martial artist of the Boiling Blood Realm, then the stakes are one to twenty!" The big man explained patiently.
After all, the fighters here are not like those martial artists outside, almost every one of them is experienced in a hundred battles and has extremely rich combat experience, and most of them are outlaws, and they are extremely vicious, so Mr. needs to be cautious when choosing opponents. ”
Su Xiaofeng nodded, what this big man said is not unreasonable, but he is not among them, with his physical strength alone, he is enough to compete with the martial artists of the eightfold qi and blood realm, if he uses blood and qi again, it is not as simple as one plus one superposition, even if it is the boiling blood realm, Su Xiaofeng also has the confidence to deal with it, and this is still without using the hole cards.
Su Xiaofeng groaned for a while and said, "Arrange for me to be of the same level first, but I want to play the Guarding Competition!"
The big man was shocked when he heard this, although this game is of the same level, but it is more difficult than the first-level competition! But it is also the most profitable way to fight black boxing, the rules of the game, at least win five games in a row, the bet at this time is one to two, and after the success of the fight, it does not mean that the game is over, on the contrary, the real competition has just begun, the defender can choose to continue to guard, but at this time the bet began to change, every time you keep it again, the bet will be doubled! The sixth bet is 1 to 4, the 7th is 1 to 8, and so on!
But there is also a cap, after ten times, if the champion then chooses to continue to defend the fight, then the higher-level fighters can also participate in the ring, and the bets will continue to roll.
But this is almost impossible, you know, the opponent is impossible to give you a chance to recuperate, this is equivalent to a wheel war, one after another, will not give you the slightest respite. And your opponents will only be stronger than the other, and it will obviously be very difficult to successfully defend five times.
"Sir, you're going to play a defensive game, why don't you try a regular season first? "The big man confirmed that in the gladiatorial arena, it is difficult to appear once in the guard match, unless there is a special person who is extremely short of money and is forced to be helpless, so he has to draw salary from the bottom of the kettle before he will launch the guard match.
Su Xiaofeng didn't hesitate, and said directly: "That's right, I want to fight the Defending Match!"
Su Xiaofeng is naturally not short of money at present, and although it is difficult to defend the tournament, he can fight a lot of battles in a very short period of time, so as to quickly accumulate experience, which is not possible in other types of events. Therefore, Su Xiaofeng was directly locked on the defensive match.
Seeing that Su Xiaofeng was so decisive, the big man didn't say anything. Nodding and said, "Okay, then I'll report to the top, Mr. is here to wait for me for a while, I believe there will be a result soon." ”
Su Xiaofeng nodded, stopped talking, and the big man walked directly in the other direction.
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On the other side of the gladiatorial arena, a big man walked towards a middle-aged man in a cyan robe, and shouted respectfully, "Chief Wang!"
The middle-aged man in the green robe glanced at the big man and said lightly: "Well, what's the matter?"
The big man whispered, "Someone wants to fight the Defending Match!"