The lingering heat from the previous battle had yet to dissipate, and the gamblers in the stands were still cheering incessantly.
A few petite succubi stepped onto the stage, carefully collecting the bodies of the dark elves and carrying them off the arena.
When Su Huai, wearing a ghostly mask, walked onto the stage, there was a moment of silence in the stands, followed by an even greater eruption of cheers.
More people were coming to throw away their money!
Almost all of the spectators were waving their purses, shouting bets to the organizers of the Destruction Arena.
"Bet on number 1315! Ten Imperial Coins!"
"I'll bet on number 1315 too, I'm in for two hundred!"
"I'll bet a thousand Imperial Coins, plus this Imperial weapon!"
"Move over! I'm betting 40 Realm Coins!"
Forty Realm Coins, which translates to four thousand Dao Coins, or four hundred thousand Imperial Coins, was the bet of a ghostly sovereign from the outer city.
He had a face full of flesh, his body covered in mysterious blue runes. After his own estimation, the stitched monster was invincible in the Imperial Realm and could not possibly lose.
The forty Realm Coins he bet were all his wealth.
The challenger Su Huai's information had already been released by the arena, with a true cultivation at the early stage of the Sovereign Realm, and he needed to suppress his cultivation to the same level as the stitched monster after entering the arena.
The stitched monster wins, the odds are 1:1.05.
Su Huai wins, the odds are 1:10.
Compared to the odds that pay out hundreds of times, the Destruction Arena plays it safe, with no hype, no surprises.
This also means that there are almost no people who want to bet on Su Huai to reverse his fate. In a stand that can accommodate hundreds of thousands of spectators, in a moment, the total amount of bets on the stitched monster to win has exceeded the limit of 1600 Realm Coins.
The amount of bets on Su Huai to win is only just reaching 120 Realm Coins.
These 120 Realm Coins are the daily turnover of the Medicine King Pavilion.
Su Huai grinned, there were no rules on the Destruction Arena that prohibited betting on oneself.
After all, the only end to a rigged match was death.
So I'll bet on myself, it's reasonable.
With odds of 1:10, after this round, his assets will definitely surpass 99.9% of the Sovereign Realm strongmen in the divine realm, a sudden wealth is not a dream.
He rubbed his hands, feeling the suppression formation that activated on the stage, familiarized himself with the power that returned to the Imperial Realm, and then looked up at the monster across the stage.
The stitched monster had just been through a battle and was now quickly recovering its strength and adjusting its condition with the help of the pills provided by the Destruction Arena staff.
At the same time, Gufus, who was about to leave the Destruction Arena directly, stopped in his tracks.
She glanced at Su Huai, who was holding his hands and dozing off with a suppressed smile at the edge of the stage, suddenly turned to Chi Ye and smiled.
"Chi Ye, let's make a bet?"
Chi Ye saw the fleeting smile of Gufus, frowned and looked at Su Huai on the stage.
"Miss Gufus... what do you want to bet on?"
"I bet on the human to win, a piece of Realm equipment."
"Do you dare to accept?"
Chi Ye's frown deepened.
He quietly scanned Su Huai's body with his soul breath, but he didn't find anything noteworthy.
Just an ordinary early-stage Sovereign Realm.
Just this?
An ordinary human, under the condition of suppressing cultivation, wants to defeat the undefeated myth of the Destruction Arena?
After a moment of silence, Chi Ye nodded.
"Okay, I accept this bet."
Gufus finally felt a little better.
As a former Sovereign Realm peak strongman who had received an invitation to join the Origin Society, the "Scavenger" had long been thoroughly studied by the Origin Society.
That woman was still alive, even in the entire divine realm, she was a rare monster.
If it weren't for the intervention of a Domain God Realm that led to her tragic fall, now the "Scavenger" might also be a Domain God who shocked the world.
The "Scavenger" was a being who had defected from a supreme group that had already withdrawn from the world, and the time-limited spirit that defected with her had also been quite terrifying...
These are all classified information stored in the Origin Society.
And as the successor of the "Scavenger", the new master of the time-limited spirit, being invincible in the same realm might be just the most basic requirement for Su Huai.
Not to mention...
Before knowing that Su Huai had a spirit, his file had already been on the desk of the "Number One" of the Origin Society.
Combining the heritage he has now shown, perhaps it won't be long before the "Number Nine" mask appears in Su Huai's hands as an invitation to join the Origin Society.
As for whether "Number Nine" can defeat the experimental product of "Number Seven"...
Gufus is not worried.
After all, "Number Seven" and Gufus himself are not pure combat personnel in the Origin Society.
The stitched monster is regarded as a "perfect" experimental product, and its combat power is indeed very high, and all aspects are quite balanced, without any shortcomings.
But balance, in a sense, also means mediocrity.
Just like going to school.
If you can get 95% of the total score in all subjects every time, and you can get 712 points in the college entrance examination, it is enough to make most people look up.
What if someone suddenly comes out who can only get 90% in other subjects, but math is always full marks, and has already mastered the course of higher mathematics in high school?
This person will definitely not be able to pass the exam of the balanced person, but if you say which achievement will be higher...
Cough, it can't be said, it can't be said.
Of course, the "balance" mentioned here is actually the peak that most people pursue.
But there will always be exceptions.
At least those few in the Origin Society who are mainly engaged in combat, any one of them can press the experimental product of "Number Seven" on the ground and rub it...
Just like... now!
The stitched monster's condition has been adjusted to the best, and both sides have entered the field at the same time.
According to the convention, the stitched monster wanted to wait for the other party to attack first, and then seize the opportunity to launch a fierce counterattack.
However, after Su Huai stepped onto the stage, he didn't move either.
He even put his hands in his sleeves and calmly analyzed the body structure of the stitched monster.
A few seconds later, the stitched monster launched an attack first.
A hundred meters, fifty meters, twenty meters...
The body is the biggest advantage of the stitched monster, and its various functions can only be maximized when it is close, making the enemy unable to dodge and can only be blocked.
But just as the stitched monster approached Su Huai's face, this weak human suddenly grinned, and the hand in his sleeve suddenly took out an energy ball that had been charged for a long time.
A dodge, the energy ball was smeared on the stitched monster's face.
The stitched monster staggered a few steps, and the destructive beam that gathered on his chest also deviated, hitting the protective cover of the arena.
Su Huai squinted his eyes, and the other energy ball hidden in his left hand was directly stuffed into the stitched monster's mouth.
Then, a whisper sounded quietly.
Four chains of law spread from the stage and wrapped around the limbs of the stitched monster.
Su Huai pulled away, with his back to the stitched monster.
Whoosh...
The venue under the stitched monster suddenly turned into a black swamp full of the breath of death.
Countless black false hands stretched out from the swamp, grabbing the tentacles under the stitched monster, pulling it into the swamp mud.
Above the stage, a dark purple light ball suddenly appeared, filled with a fierce thunder breath.
Su Huai continued to transport energy into the thunder ball while restricting the movement range of the stitched monster with various disgusting skills.
At this time, Chi Ye, who was standing in front of the French window in the VIP box, had widened his eyes.
The audience in the stands stood up in unison, silent.
Only the roar of the thunder ball and the roar of the stitched monster alternated.
"Cheating... Cheating ghosts..."
"This human..."
"One two three four five... He threw out eight imperial skills in three seconds!?"
"Do humans have so many inherited killing moves..."
"You fool, humans are different from us, they don't have blood moves that can be inherited, they can only inherit some special physiques or talents."
"It's not inherited... then..."
"It seems their moves are all learned and comprehended by themselves..."
"Is there any place where humans can learn? I can pay tuition, even kneel to listen."
"You can't learn it, this is a unique racial talent of humans, humans are the most perceptive race in the entire divine realm, the higher the realm, the greater the advantage of humans."
"But I've seen a
lot of humans, but I've never seen one like this who starts with top-level imperial skills."
"The most terrifying is that thunder ball."
"I feel scared even through the protective cover, did he really not cheat, secretly untie the cultivation limit?"
"It should be impossible... Hey, have you seen the attribute of his power, is it the thunder power of the elemental system?"
"Ah, but that skill that looks like the hand of the swamp is obviously the death system..."
"The two energy balls at the start were of the destructive system."
"His..."
After a brief silence, a huge discussion broke out in the stands, and everyone was shocked by this scene.
The tactic is clear and clear, and there is no tactic, just one word, drag!
Just drag hard, drag until the big move is formed.
Has this tactic not been tried before?
Of course not, it's just that the challengers who are good at bursts cannot limit the stitched monster who is top-notch in all aspects.
The challengers who are good at restrictions do not have enough to break the defense of the stitched monster and decide the outcome with a single blow.
After all, the stitched monster's whole body is enough to be used to refine the imperial equipment, and the defense is extremely high.
The dark elf just now barely broke the defense of the stitched monster, and it couldn't even be seriously injured.
The Destruction Arena has never seen a different kind of person like Su Huai.
The skills of the human race mostly rely on the inheritance of the scrolls left behind, and the attributes of the immortal power will also be inclined to their own cultivation methods.
It's like all the people who cultivate swords in the world dare to say that they are unparalleled in killing, with elegant movements, and never mention their defense.
Considering the attributes of the cultivation method, combined with various restrictions, it is very difficult for ordinary monks to develop skills with enough power.
After all, it's not just about pinching a ball to call it a skill.
Su Huai's physique is average, but along the way, after several energy feedbacks from the little snake, the quality of the immortal power in his body, and even the storage of immortal power, are far higher than the same realm.
From the framework of shameless plagiarism from novels, games, and animations in his hometown, coupled with tens of thousands of years of thought and repeated deduction, he has accumulated one astonishing move after another.
Boom!!!!
The chain that has always been invincible was broken by the stitched monster, and the swamp under it also collapsed under various attacks, turning into a puddle of dead water.
The stitched monster was in a mess, but if there was any injury, it had already been repaired by the amazing self-healing ability.
A set of skills is fierce like a tiger, and the damage is 0.5.
"It's over."
Su Huai on the stage and Gufus in the VIP box said in unison, and Chi Ye next to Gufus slowly closed his eyes and spat out a black ring from his mouth.
"Willing to bet and lose."
"This is the realm equipment I snatched from a realm-level Xuanwu, named: Torrent Barrier."
Gufus put the ring on his hand, wiped away Chi Ye's soul mark in person, and then entered a trace of spiritual power.
Click——
The ring instantly turned into a huge black shield.
Gufus nodded with satisfaction.
On the stage, the stitched monster kept spitting out energy, and the dazzling light kept hitting the protective cover, causing ripples.
"Anxious, you're anxious."
Su Huai dodged the energy impact that was shooting around, and suddenly retreated rapidly, releasing all the remaining immortal power in his body in an instant, and injecting it into an imperial weapon shield that he had snatched from the Medicine King Pavilion.
Then, hiding behind the shield, he waved his hand.
The thunder ball that had been brewing in the sky suddenly fell.
Originally, according to the setting of this move, Su Huai should be suspended in the air, with both heads spread out, and then he would shout with a grim smile:
"Sweep the six dusts, and be born and die in an instant!"
But... this move is too large in range, and it is indiscriminate of enemies and friends. Although the locked target is the stitched monster, if Su Huai is in the range when it is showing off...
Perhaps the epitaph can be engraved with a sentence: "My life is up to me, not up to the sky."
Boom!!!
The thunder ball landed, the stage was destroyed, and the whole scene was dark purple, with thunder snakes raging wildly, turning the entire protective cover into a purple semicircle.
This move, without a doubt, has reached the destructive power of an ordinary sovereign realm.
But Su Huai was indeed suppressed to the imperial realm.
If the sovereign realm could stand still and let Su Huai charge and explode a few times, maybe he could really kill the enemy across the ranks!
The roar of the thunder covered everything.
The audience in the stands stood up again.
A few sovereign realm strongmen who had lost their pants were instantly dispelled of their grievances towards Su Huai.
He can be invincible in the imperial realm, and he should not be far behind in the sovereign realm. Money can be made again, but if life is lost... then there is really nothing left.
After the thunder light subsided.
The stage was almost completely leveled.
The stitched monster was extremely tough, but its body was already in tatters, and those materials that made it proud were scattered all over the ground, full of cracks.
Su Huai stood calmly at the edge, with a black robe that moved by itself without wind, revealing a slightly handsome face, and with a light raise of his hand, he erased the last breath of the stitched monster.
"Bad, let him install it!"
"His..."
"He won, I lost."
"You lost? What did you lose, you didn't even go on stage."
"I bet on number 1315 to win, and I lost..."
"..."
"Relax, look at the Sui Shi Great Saint, it has mortgaged its own Tao device, forty realm coins... all gone."
"Shhh! Be quiet! Do you want to die!"
The sovereign realm strongman who had lost his pants glanced at them coldly, stood up, and walked out of the arena step by step.
What the setting sun took away was not only its youth.
It also took away all his happiness.