Chatper 1896 (1/2)

"Stronger again!"

In the central hall, the chief who just arrived, saw the knife just now, his eyes glowed, and he seemed to think of something.

However, the man did not seem to use a knife, and the weapon in his hand was somewhat different from the description.

But what is terrifying is that this person has yet to show his full strength. Inside the beast cage, under the black robe, is like a hidden bottomless abyss with no end.

The cultivator who was in charge felt terrified and became stronger again. The four short words showed an indescribable fear.

They all looked at the boss, the boss didn't say a word, that's very clear, and continued to arrange opponents for him.

However, the person in front of him maintained the neatness of waiting for the slash to end just now, and did not divide the redundant actions.

The boss could see Ye Tianze's sword clearly, but every time he saw him cut down, he would feel graceful.

Yes, he was clearly fighting, he was clearly going down with a knife, like cutting a watermelon, cutting a monk to death, but the master felt very elegant, because the movement was self-control and there was nothing superfluous.

Because he is cutting, cutting and cutting are two completely different concepts. The cultivator who uses a knife understands that when a knife falls, there is no turning back.

What he pursues is the ultimate strength, but everything is different. What he pursues is the control of power, and even the speed of falling is accurate to the minute, when it is fast, when it is slow, and when can it reach the most extreme state.

This is where the master really feels terrified, and every time he gets faster, but that movement is still not superfluous.

It was clearly in a purgatory-like beast-fighting cage, but the monk under the black robe seemed to be in his own martial arts arena, like getting up in the morning to practice swords.

Calm and terrifying.

The rest of the people can only feel horror, but they don't know why they are terrified, they can only be described as stronger.

Li Sandao looked the most straightforward, because recently, his attention was almost entirely on Ye Tianze.

After cutting a hundred games in a row, finally no one dared to play again. Ye Tianze won a hundred games in a row, and he finally attracted the attention of many monks in the stands.

These gamblers who came to gamble immediately began to check Ye Tianze's information, and in the stands of the Colosseum, there were special treasures connected to the formation.

They can see the basic information of each cultivator in the beast cage, and make bets based on this information and the information they have obtained.

The current Ye Tianze has not received the attention of all the monks, but there are also hundreds of thousands of monks who are paying attention to him at the moment.

I didn't know this, but I was shocked when I saw it. Six hours later, in the Xuantian Realm Beast Fighting Cage, I won 1,100 consecutive games.

None of the Xuantian cultivators in the Colosseum he killed dared to appear, and the cultivators he killed could almost pile up into a mountain of corpses.

Almost invincible at the same level.

"Is it the limit yet?"

Sweat broke out on the principal's face.

He originally thought that a Xuantian cultivator with a thousand to ten thousand victories, no matter how fragile, could force out Ye Tianze's full strength.

But he didn't use all his strength, so far under the black robe, neither star pattern nor streamer armor has been shown.

"Send him up?" the deacon asked cautiously.