Facing Ding Meng's confidence, Ah Fang and Tong Yao could not help but laugh. Du Hong also smiled lightly and did not reply.
Although this Mountain Hammer did not have the strength of a peak war elder, his actual combat experience was quite rich, and he was extremely durable. In the past, he had won so many consecutive matches, and almost 99% of the people in the audience had bet on Mountain Hammer winning.
"In the face of absolute strength, any actual combat experience is useless." Ding Meng muttered to himself, but unfortunately, no one heard him.
In the corner of the arena, Shan Chui stretched his finger joints with a contemptuous smile on his face. The little old man walked up to the arena at a leisurely pace.
"Old man, you have to know that this is the arena!" Shan Chui reminded.
"I know, I know, cough cough …" The little old man coughed as he walked, looking very weak.
Shan Chui laughed even more disdainfully, "I advise you to go down yourself, lest others say that I have an unfair advantage."
The little old man did not care. He slowly walked to the center of the arena and stopped. At this time, a giant screen rose up in the sky and began to display the countdown: T59 VST120, 10, 9, 8, 7 …
So this old man was from the T120 area. Only then did Du Hong and the others react.
Seeing that the countdown was about to end, the entire audience roared in unison, "Kill!
Kill!
Kill! "
At this time, the sound was so loud that it was impossible to hear. Shan Chui did not intend to say anything else. Any words would be superfluous now. He secretly channeled his Origin Energy and shot out like an arrow. His momentum was quite shocking.
In the eyes of the audience, Shan Chui was really like a war hammer flying straight out. Anyone who took this hammer would either die or be crippled. However, for some reason, it was clearly Shan Chui's fist that hit the little old man's face, but the little old man raised his hand and lightly slapped Shan Chui's face. Shan Chui's huge body immediately flew backwards, directly flying out of the arena and landing heavily on the steel plate.
The cheers of the audience came to an abrupt end. Du Hong and the others also widened their eyes. What was going on?
Ding Meng let out a sigh. Although it looked like a slap, in fact, the old man had slapped Mountain Hammer's neck five times in a row. Because his hand speed was too fast, it looked like a slap.
Actually, it wasn't that fast. It was just that the people around were too weak to see it.
Du Hong turned his head and looked at Ding Meng in surprise. "Brother, you …"
Ding Meng did not have time to explain to him, because at this moment, there was another series of noises coming from the ring. All the steel plates were being reassembled and deformed again, proving that the level of the competition was still increasing, and the difficulty was still increasing.
Ten seconds later, the ring turned into a steel rack that looked like a warehouse rack. The rack was square and had five floors.
The little old man didn't leave. He stood in the middle of the first floor, but three strong men appeared on the periphery of the first floor. Each of them held a long blade that shone with a cold light.
When Ding Meng looked up at the screen again, it still showed T59 VS ST120. It seemed like T59's people were not convinced. They sent three people into the ring at once, and they were even armed. The audience did not doubt that these three people would be any weaker than Mountain Hammer.
Du Hong could not help but say, "It's a 1v3 this time. What do you think, Brother Ding?"
Ding Meng's eyes flickered. "How many minutes will it take?"
Du Hong hesitated and said, "T59?"
Ding Meng shook his head gently. "These three people are no match for him."
Du Hong was shocked. "Could it be that this old man is also a combat master?"
In fact, Ding Meng was also puzzled. When the little old man entered the ring just now, his aura was faintly discernible. This was not a problem with Ding Meng's perception, but the little old man was deliberately controlling his aura. However, if he dared to enter the ring, he would at least be a warrior. Therefore, Ding Meng concluded that this person was definitely not below a combat master. When the little old man attacked, Ding Meng immediately discovered that this person's aura was around that of a beginner combat master.
This was the strange part. A combat master's status in the Norse Empire was probably not low. It was really hard to understand why he was willing to become a captive and work as a coolie in this garbage mountain.
However, the few people in the arena had already started fighting. Three shiny long sabers were like three agile snakes that chased after the little old man as if they had eyes. However, the old man's movements were quite fast. He constantly flashed around the five layers of the steel frame, and the long sabers slashed the steel frame with a series of crackling sounds. The scene was quite thrilling …
"What do you think of this person?" Sam turned his head and looked at Lian Luo.
Lian Luo shook his head and said, "Not very good. His strength can barely be considered elite. However, the person I want is not just strength."
This was not said to Sam, but to Han Xing behind him. Han Xing understood and immediately stepped forward. "Sir, this person rarely engages in underground mining."
Lian Luo nodded, a trace of disappointment flashing across his face.
As they spoke, the ring changed back to the small ring from before. This was because the long blades of the three brawny men had fallen out of their hands. The three of them fell onto the steel plate on the ground.
Ding Meng made another prophecy. Sure enough, T59's men were taken care of in five minutes.
Du Hong was completely convinced this time. "Brother, your guess is really accurate!"
Ding Meng smiled. "These are all shrimps. The really strong ones haven't even entered the ring yet."
Du Hong was a little dumbfounded. If these fierce people were shrimps, wouldn't his strongest subordinates, Tong Yao and Meng Chen, be sending themselves up?
Why would he fight for those crystal-carrying matrix bodies?
Looking at his ashen expression, Ding Meng guessed what he was thinking.
At this time, the little old man had already left the ring. He was probably not in the mood to continue fighting. Immediately, someone from the east walked up to the ring. This person was extremely fat and huge. His height was about the same as an adult Steel Mane man. He was practically a mountain of flesh.
As soon as they saw this person, Fang and the others' faces became a little fearful.
Ding Meng sighed. "Is this person the lunatic you were talking about?"
Du Hong nodded expressionlessly. "He's one of Imperial Group's subordinates. He once had a glorious record of winning 12 consecutive matches."
Meng Chen slowly stood up and seemed to be preparing to enter the ring.
"Forget it, you'd better not go!" Ding Meng sighed helplessly.
Meng Chen was stunned. "Why?"
Ding Meng looked at him mockingly. "What are your chances of winning?"
Meng Chen gritted his teeth and said, "At least 50%!"
Ding Meng laughed disdainfully. "You really think too highly of yourself. How can a 50% chance of winning be called a chance of winning?
With his size, even if you and Tong Yao work together, you'll all die if you go up. "
These words made Tong Yao's face turn ugly. She couldn't help but say, "Do you think you can deal with him?"
Ding Meng ignored her. He turned to Fang and said, "How much money do the contestants get if they win a match?"
Fang said, "Well … it's based on the base of the prize pool for each match. The higher the level, the bigger the cut. The worst one can get is more than 10,000 yuan."
Ding Meng turned to look at Du Hong. "How much money do you have?"
Du Hong hesitated. "Well … I have more than 50,000 yuan."
Ding Meng smiled. "I didn't know you were so rich. How about this? I'll go up, and you bet on me winning. However, I want half of the winnings from each match. What do you think?"
"Hiss —" Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. This kid was really evil. He wanted to take a cut from the prize pool, and now he wanted to take a cut from Du Hong. Did he really think he was an invincible God of War?
Du Hong was a little hesitant. "Brother Ding, can you beat Madman?"
Ding Meng smiled and said, "Let's not talk about anything else. If I'm not there, do you think you can beat the people of T36 and T120?"
What did he think he could do? With this Madman and the little old man, Du Hong's side would definitely be finished with only Meng Chen and Tong Yao. Du Hong was not an idiot. He could tell that the little old man was most likely a combat master.
Du Hong had no choice but to grit his teeth. "Alright, Brother Ding, you go!"
Ding Meng gave him a meaningful look. "I happen to be short of money!"
Just like the little old man, Ding Meng walked slowly into the arena with his hands behind his back. The moment he stepped onto the stage, the entire arena burst into laughter. How should they put it?
Ding Meng did not look like he was here to compete. He looked like he was here to be a joke.
Ding Meng was only wearing a pair of underpants and a belt. He was naked everywhere else. The key was that his body was in stark contrast to Madman's. In the eyes of many people, Madman could probably crush Ding Meng to death with a single slap.
In fact, Madman had done the same in the past matches. He had taken advantage of his body size to grab his opponent and either crush them or slap them to death. If he could not slap them to death, he would throw them out of the arena.
Madman looked at Ding Meng with interest. "Is Du Hong at the end of his rope?
If he really can't find anyone, he's just going to find a piece of trash to make up the numbers?
Haha, I've never met an opponent like you before. "
Ding Meng was not angry. He laughed and said, "You won't meet me in the future."
Madman raised his head and laughed. "Brother, don't worry. I won't kill you. At most, I'll let you lie in bed for half a year."
Ding Meng smiled and said, "I'm looking forward to it. I haven't been in bed for a long time."
Madman sneered. "The ignorant are fearless. You're still so stubborn even when you're about to die."
Ding Meng was still laughing. "Yes, this arena is for fighting. But you've turned it into a battle of words."
"You're courting death!"
The Madman's expression changed, and he charged forward. His huge body was like a drilling machine as he crashed into the arena. The entire arena was shaking.
In the eyes of most of the audience, Ding Meng would definitely die in the next second. He would either be grabbed or crushed to death.
But the reality was completely different. When Madman, a mountain of flesh, came up, he did slap Ding Meng. But Ding Meng was very agile. He suddenly bent down and rolled on the ground. He miraculously rolled under Madman's palm. Madman seemed to have used too much strength. His palm missed and he lost his balance. He fell down like a hungry dog. After falling down, he lay motionless on the ground.
Huh?
What's going on?
Not only was the audience surprised, Du Hong was also surprised. How could he be injured after falling down?
This shouldn't be.
Ding Meng got up and laughed. "This guy didn't eat. He has no strength."
Only he believed this nonsense. No one in the audience doubted that Madman, a mountain of flesh, had no strength.
In the VIP room, Lian Luo's eyes suddenly lit up. "This guy is interesting."
Han Xing immediately went forward and explained calmly, "He's new. He works in the T30 area. He's an expert in gathering."
Lian Luo's eyes lit up even more. "Good, good."
Sam immediately ordered, "Upgrade the competition. Increase the difficulty."
Han Xing respectfully replied, "I'll inform the control room immediately."