Chatper 1793 (1/2)

After Ye Tianze entered, he discovered that the Colosseum had more than one venue. There were countless venues in the entire Colosseum.

Each field has a huge cage, which is also different from the martial arts field. The cage is made of special materials, and it is also engraved with array patterns to prevent the power from spreading out.

Both sides of the fight will be in the cage, and they will live and die until one of them dies.

This is exactly the same as the ranking battle in the martial arts field. If you want to advance to a rank, you must kill the cultivator who ranks in the front.

The entire Colosseum was filled with the smell of blood, but the smell of blood made the monks here cry out with excitement.

The cultivators who watched were holding lottery rolls in their hands. The roar, the sound of fighting, and the smell of blood merged together, turning the place into an Asura field.

Not long after Ye Tianze came in, several cultivators in the cages were beheaded, and then there was cheers.

Around the Colosseum, there is a prohibition, non-beasts are not allowed to enter, and in the center of the Colosseum, there is a score card.

The names of countless monks are recorded on it, and they are constantly floating. Behind each monk, there is a number.

It shows the cultivator's realm and how many games he has won.

Ye Tianze had just come in when a voice came from beside him, "Beast fighting?"

He turned his head to look, and saw an old man with snarky eyebrows coming over, looking up and down, and saying, "It's new."

"Is there a problem?" Ye Tianze said with a cold face.

"No problem, no problem, the little old man is just a reminder for you." The old man said, "This Colosseum, at least tens of thousands of corpses are carried out every day. If there is no information, going up directly is courting death."

As he said that, he pointed to the scoreboard above and said, "Have you seen the names displayed by those formations? Here, realm does not represent strength, only those victories represent strength."

"Oh." Ye Tianze said, "Is there anything else?"

The old man obviously had never seen such an indifferent beast fighter as Ye Tianze, and said simply: "Of course there is something, the little old man has been in this Colosseum for so many years, and he knows almost all the strong players above, even if not completely. I understand, I understand most of it, if you need it, the little old man can give you one for free, you can go and verify it, if you think it is genuine, you can come to the little old man to buy it later."

Ye Tianze has no interest at all, he doesn't need to know his opponent's cards at all, and said, "No merit, no reward, farewell."

After that, he immediately handed over the nameplate to a guard and chose a strong man he wanted to challenge.

The old man was stunned for a moment, looked at his back, smiled gloomily, and said, "It seems to be a little capable, but unfortunately, there are a lot of monks here who are capable!"

The pattern on the scoreboard shows that the Colosseum has won the most and has won 100,000 games in a row. This person is called Goldman Sachs, but this person's name is gloomy.

This is the Colosseum's winning streak.

However, the dark name means that it cannot be challenged. It is not that the cultivator is dead, but that the cultivator cannot participate in the challenge immediately.

Beating Goldman Sachs will get all of his martial points, and the odds are 10,000 to 1, just counting Goldman's wins.

In addition, there are a lot of people who have beaten thousands of games, even 9,000 games, but the second place has only won 9,000 games, which is a long way from Goldman Sachs.

Ye Tianze challenged a Xuanji cultivator who had won ten games in a row. This cultivator had a total of 300,000 martial arts points.

When he sent the nameplate up, the guard immediately arranged for Ye Tianze, but there was not an immediate vacancy for the beast cage.

After waiting for half an hour, he finally arrived at Ye Tianze. He entered the beast cage and found that around the beast cage, new blood and old blood were mixed together, giving off a strong stench, and there were even some pieces of minced meat hanging in some places. I don't know what ethnic group it is, and just died here.

Soon, the monk he challenged came in. According to the judgment of strength, one loses five, and Ye Tianze is naturally not the one.