"Young man, I think you have a bright future!"
The big-bearded man looked at Tang Zhen and said in a very serious tone. At the same time, he took back the contract on the table.
Only God knew how many duelers he had said this to in the past few days, tricking them into dying again and again in the arena.
if you don't get killed and continue to participate, there will be at least a dozen more battles waiting for you.
The big-bearded man looked at Tang Zhen and casually reminded.
The competition in this arena could be said to be without rest, and it was carried out day and night.
The audience in the arena would leave when they felt hungry or tired, but there would also be many spectators who would come in to replenish their energy.
The big city never lacked spectators and gamblers.
The arena, which could accommodate 100000 people, was constantly filled with people, and the shouts were endless.
