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The darkness that shrouded the sky and the surroundings disappeared in an instant. The duelists standing in the center of the arena could see the audience around them again.
A tsunami-like sound exploded like a bomb, and it was so loud that one's ears hurt.
However, to the duelists, this was the most beautiful sound. It was the audience's praise and affirmation of them.
They brandished their blood-stained weapons and made all kinds of exaggerated and mighty poses. Together with the torn apart corpses under their feet, they gave people the feeling that they were a group of demons who had crawled out of purgatory.
At this moment, he was showing off his strength, showing off his Valiance and fierceness.
the Death Arena has ended. The winner is ready to leave.
The cold voice sounded again. After hosting the Death Arena for so many years, it was hard for him to show any emotion.
He was just like a machine, arranging the process step by step and witnessing wave after wave of deaths.
Year after year, it was still the same.
In the cheers of the audience, the surviving Duelists walked out of the arena with their heads held high.
It was still the same doorway. When they came out, there were more than 200 Duelists, but when they returned, there were less than a quarter.
The staff member who was cleaning up the bodies passed by at this moment and greeted the dueling fighters with a smile.
In the eyes of these staff members, only the duelists who survived could be considered true powerhouses.
The biggest regret was that these experts did not turn into corpses and were thrown away in the carriage.
Tang Zhen received the most greetings and attention. After all, his performance in this death arena was indeed wonderful.
One person killing seven opponents, his battle record far surpassed others, enough to be called the best of the whole scene.
Tang Zhen was unusually cold and indifferent. He did not have any reaction to these greetings.
Not many people cared about his attitude, because among the duelists, many of them were unsociable and indifferent.
Other than participating in the death competition, these unsociable Duelists rarely interacted with outsiders.
Killing in the arena or being killed by others was the only thing they were interested in.
In fact, in the eyes of ordinary people, Duelists were all freaks, and it was best to stay away from them.
After leaving the dueling ground, one could choose to continue the dueling, or to claim the reward and leave.
As long as they continued to fight, they could obtain more generous rewards. This was also one of the means of the arena.
If they participated in the death competition after a period of time, the rewards would be much less.
When it was Tang Zhen's turn to register, the big bearded man glanced at him before giving him a thumbs up.
young man, you did well. You were born to be a Duelist!
This was not a compliment, because many people would perform terribly in a life-and-death battle.
A state like Tang Zhen's was indeed extremely rare. The big-bearded man regarded it as a kind of talent.
How could he know that this was a battle technique that had been carved into his bones after countless battles?
Tang Zhen gently nodded, indicating that he wouldn't leave and would continue to participate in the death competition.
The big-bearded man would definitely not dissuade him. The audience would definitely be more excited with the addition of a master who had appeared out of nowhere.
The operation procedure was very simple. He only needed to register and Tang Zhen could wait to go on stage again.
At the same time, the bearded man told him that his reward would be doubled because of the victory of the last round.
This was indeed a good thing. However, Tang Zhen was still cold and indifferent. It was obvious that he did not take it to heart.
The staff of the arena felt that Tang Zhen had a bigger goal. Therefore, he was not satisfied with the current reward.
There were many such examples. In the Death Arena, who didn't want to earn more money?
Compared to a true Big Shot, Tang Zhen's appearance fee at this moment was likely not even a fraction of what it was.
Just like Tang Zhen, the vast majority of Duelists chose to continue participating in the competition.
Just one victory was not enough to satisfy them. They needed more money and more fame.
However, when they appeared again, the rules might change, and the camp they were in would be different.
The comrades who were originally fighting side by side would brandish their swords and fight to the death when the next round began.
Under such circumstances, there was no need to build up any relationship, as it was meaningless.
The duelists who had been fighting side by side earlier had separated again. They were resting and recovering with cold faces.
How would they know that Tang Zhen had cast a collective dream during this process?
The 100,000 spectators in the arena were all included.
In this special world constructed by memories, Tang Zhen began to carefully screen and try to find a suspicious target.
This was a very cumbersome task because it required checking every corner of the collective Dreamland, and there must be no omissions.
This was because his enemies were the cunning type and would not easily give themselves away.
After searching the dream world for half a day, he found nothing. The deranged cultivator did not appear.
Tang Zhen was not in a hurry. It was impossible for the enemy to appear so quickly. He had to continue to wait patiently.
In the process of waiting, some new and old Duelists joined the fighting team one after another.
After waiting for a while, the bald brawny man at the entrance issued a notice, and all Duelists were ready to enter the arena.
Even if the duelists wanted to rest, the audience would not agree. They needed to watch the performance and then continue to bet.
Many Duelists who were waiting for the competition were even more impatient and rushed to the arena.
Walking to the center of the arena, the duelists with all kinds of shapes and sizes caused the audience to cheer again.
The attention of some of the audience members had been placed on Tang Zhen. Hence, he had already won a match before, and his performance was extremely stunning.
These spectators felt that Tang Zhen's methods were not limited to this. He might still be able to obtain victory once again.
They placed their bets one after another for that slim hope. Once they won the bet, they would make a lot of money.
It was just that the changes in the duel were unpredictable, and the result of the team battle was determined. It was difficult for one person's courage to affect the entire competition.
Although many of the audience members were optimistic about Zhen Tang, they weren't optimistic about the team he belonged to. Hence, they made the opposite choice.
It didn't take long for the battle to officially begin.
Every death competition was as exciting as expected, with all kinds of climaxes and accidents.
The audience present today had witnessed such surprises in succession. They had once again seen Tang Zhen's outburst.
Just like when he was in the arena, Tang Zhen killed the enemy camp with a sword, causing their heads to roll.
Such an amazing performance immediately became the focus of the audience.
In the eyes of many spectators, perhaps another star would rise in today's arena.
In fact, in the Death Arena, such star players weren't rare, but many of them were short-lived.
They could be stunning for a while, but it wouldn't take long for them to become silent.
Many of the duelists would be tired and afraid of this kind of fighting because they had experienced too much pain of death.
Or perhaps, they were suppressed by stronger Duelists and had no chance to rise at all, gradually fading away.
However, no matter what would happen in the future, the current Tang Zhen was indeed the most stunning existence on the battlefield.
Under his lead, the duelists from the same camp quickly took the absolute advantage.
With their cooperation, they didn't even need to wait until the final moment to kill all the enemies on the opposite side.
Their own casualties were only a third.
The moment the winner was decided, the audience in the arena cheered in unison to celebrate the wonderful performance they had just seen.
The duelists from the same camp bowed in Tang Zhen's direction to show their respect.
Just like what Tang Zhen had expected, his name had already been completely spread after just two rounds of the Death Race.
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