I Have A City In An Alternate World

Chapter 3039 - 3039: Please grant me death 1

Translator: 549690339

where’s the staff? I want to place my bet, hurry up!

“If you don’t allow me to place my bet, then close the shop and get lost as far as you can.”

where’s the duelers? why aren’t they coming on stage? what are we doing here? ‘

Continuous scoldings came from all around the arena. The loudest ones were cultivators from other organizations.

Their purpose in coming to the arena was to force the other party to close down their business, so they definitely wouldn’t just sit around and do nothing.New chapters are publɪshed on novelenglish.net . Firᴇ(.)nᴇt

As long as they seized the opportunity, they would immediately create trouble and cause the manager to suffer losses.

In the face of these cultivators, the manager of the arena was furious but helpless.

It was impossible for him to drive out the rioters. If that was the case, it would be the same as giving the enemy a handle.

The other party was more than happy to do so, and would definitely take the opportunity to make a move, turning the arena upside down.

When the manager thought of this, he felt even more sorrowful.

When the organization had first obtained the management rights of the Death Arena, they had signed a contract with the Supreme existence to maintain the operation of the Death Arena at all times.

As for why there was such a strange agreement, the manager actually did not know, because his level was not enough.

It was better not to know. The more he knew, the greater the responsibility he would have to bear.

If it involved an incredible secret, it would be like entering an abyss, and there would be no peace at all times.

Now that he was facing the enemy’s provocation, he had to respond. If he allowed the enemy to take advantage of him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Even if there was a fire pit and an abyss in front of them, they had to brace themselves and jump in.

“Pass on my orders, everything is to proceed as usual. No one is to act rashly!” The manager of the arena gritted his teeth and gave the order. At the same time, he glared at the opposing cultivators.

He swore in his heart that one day, he would make these bastards pay the price.

In order for the Death Arena to continue, a Dueler must go on the stage and fight with Tang Zhen.

Tang Zhen’s strength was beyond doubt as he had killed more than a hundred Duelists and more than twenty cultivators who were on guard.

Anyone who went up to fight would be equivalent to taking the initiative to die.

Although they could be resurrected, the pain of death was real, and the intensity of the pain was far greater than that of ordinary humans.

Other than the self-torturing Duelists, ordinary people would never easily try such a cruel way of death to avoid leaving a shadow in their hearts.

However, at this moment, even if he did not want to go up, he would still be forced to go up and accept the battle.

In order to maintain the normal operation of the arena, the number of Duelists who participated in the Death Arena every day was more than thousands.

More than half of the duelists would die in the arena, and less than one-third of the survivors would die.

Following the manager’s order, these Duelists were gathered and began to line up to fight with Tang Zhen.

They weren’t afraid of the pain of death, and they also had the prize money promised by the arena, so they were all eager to try.

Some of the duelers wanted to refuse, but in the face of the threat of the arena, they could only nod and accept their fate.

It was no longer a group battle, but a one-on-one battle. This way, they could delay as much time as possible.

As long as the Death Arena continued, it would not be considered a violation of the rules. This could also be considered a trick.

Although one problem was solved, another problem emerged, which was the compensation of the bet.

Tang Zhen’s strength was obvious to all. If these Duelists were to enter the arena, they would definitely end up losing.

Under such circumstances, only someone with a hole in their brain would bet on Tang Zhen and fail.

However, in this way, the amount of wagers lost would be extremely high. Even if the odds were extremely small, there were still 100000 people in the audience.

A single round of compensation might not be too big of a deal, but if it continued, even a mountain of gold would be emptied.

This was a headache for the manager. He was worried that it would not take long for the arena to go bankrupt.

But even so, he could only force himself to persevere and think of other ways to solve the problem.

The enemy cultivators who had been waiting for a long time immediately placed heavy bets and wanted to bring all their assets over.

Unfortunately, storage equipment could not be used normally in the extreme soul realm, and cultivators could not carry large bags everywhere they went.

It was convenient, but it would damage his image.

However, there were also some cultivators who carried special backpacks with them, which contained valuables and cash.

In the extreme spiritual realm, mortals and Immortals coexisted, and cultivators had to earn money to maintain their daily cultivation expenses.

There were many cultivation materials that had to be purchased from mortals.

This was the reason why cultivators ‘organizations ran their businesses.

If not for this reason, why would these high and mighty cultivators snatch the management rights of the arena?

Compared to mortals, cultivators had much more wealth, and the amount of money they bet was shocking.

To them, this was a sure-win investment, so they would naturally invest as much as they could.

When the arena’s manager saw this, he gritted his teeth in hatred, but there was nothing he could do.

The only solution now was to quickly inform the elders in the organization and let them resolve this matter.

Before he found a solution, all he could do was to be patient. He couldn’t let his emotions get the better of him.

It didn’t take long for the betting to end, and another round of the Death Arena began.

The duelers who were chosen to enter the arena trembled as they walked towards Tang Zhen under the gazes of tens of thousands of people.

The White bones of the cultivators standing in the arena frightened the duelers, but they had no choice but to brace themselves and approach.

“Your Excellency, please”

The Dueler looked at Tang Zhen, cupped his hands together and bowed.

“Yes.

Tang Zhen gently nodded. He was not as arrogant as he had imagined.

“That bi an arena requested for me to fight you, but I knew that I was no match for you.

1 only hope that when you kill me, you can let me die a quick death and not torture me for half a day before I die.”

Looking at the towering white bones and recalling the scene of the warm wind blowing away flesh and blood, the duelers could not help but tremble.

He didn’t need to guess to know that it must have been a terrible torture, and the death would be extremely painful.

Although the duelers had died more than once, they were unwilling to experience this pain, so they pleaded before the battle.

Before he entered the arena, he had never thought that he would win. He only hoped that he could die a quick death.

As for whether Tang Zhen would agree or not, the Dueler actually didn’t have any confidence in his heart.

After he spoke of his request, the Dueler looked at Tang Zhen with eyes filled with anticipation.

“Sure.”

Tang Zhen gently nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

“Thank you, Your Excellency!’

The Dueler’s face was filled with joy as he hurriedly bowed and saluted Tang Zhen. He simply did not look like an opponent who was about to engage in a life and death duel.

The surrounding audience had strange expressions on their faces.

This was the first time they had seen someone bow and thank the person who was about to kill them before a battle.

However, on second thought, he felt that it was only natural.

In any case, it was difficult to escape death, so naturally, he wanted to die a

more comfortable death. Why make things difficult for himself?

In the arena, the duelists were in high spirits as they raised their weapons.

“Come, Your Excellency, please grant me death!”

He shouted loudly, waved the weapon in his hand, and ran madly towards Tang Zhen.

If one observed carefully, one would be able to see the smile on the Dueler’s face and a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Soon, he saw a Red Cloud flying towards him, and he was floating in the sky.

The headless corpse was still on the ground, holding a weapon in his hand.

The pain was only gone for a moment.

“Hehe, Yingluo really doesn’t hurt Yingluo.”

Before his consciousness disappeared, the duelists were still thinking about one thing.

It was best for Tang Zhen to stay for a longer period of time. This way, he could die a few more times and earn more compensation..