Soon, they arrived at the Bestial Battle Arena.
The arena was crowded with people. Two groups of people held a ticket in their hands and shouted loudly.
"Peck with all your might, miser!"
"Golden Arm Monkey, scratch him!"
"…"
In the steel cage array below, a rooster-like Demonic Beast and a monkey were fighting fiercely.
Both of them were only at Level Five, but their strength was similar.
At this moment, they were covered in blood and were attacking each other with all their might.
The Demonic Monkey's body was not very agile. In a moment of carelessness, its chest was scratched by the miser.
Then, its eyes were pecked blind and its throat was crushed by the iron claws.
"I won!"
The arena was filled with cheers.
The other group of people tore the tickets in their hands in frustration.
"Damn it!
The Demonic Monkey has won nine rounds in a row. How can it lose to the miser? "
"Sigh!
I'm unlucky. I won't bet on this round. "
There were many people who had the same thought. They all thought that it was their bad luck.
Seeing Young Master Li enter, the manager of the Bestial Battle Arena ran over with a smile.
He personally arranged a private room for Young Master Li and the others and served them tea and snacks.
"Manager Shen, let me introduce you. This is Young Master Zhang Xing."
"He just earned a lot of Spiritual Stones at the stone gambling den. He's a rich man. You have to serve him well!"
Young Master Li waved his fan and introduced him casually. However, Manager Shen's eyes lit up when he heard this.
A fat sheep is here!
Young Master Li brought a fat sheep here. We can all bask in his glory.
A person who could be personally introduced by Young Master Li must be very rich.
There was no need to talk nonsense. They immediately entered the slaughtering mode.
"Young Master Zhang, your presence brings light to my humble abode. I hope you can win big here and have a good time!"
Manager Shen licked his lips passionately.
Zhang Xing only nodded slightly before he turned his gaze towards the cage.
He was full of arrogance!
Next, Manager Shen introduced the rules of the game to Zhang Xing in detail.
The game was simple.
Whichever Demonic Beast you liked would win, you would bet on that one.
However, the odds were different.
Of course, they could also place bets on the periphery. There were group bets, and there were also individual bets.
If there was someone in the VIP seats who placed a bet of ten million low-grade spirit stones or more, they would have a special privilege.
That was, they could go to the beast cages and choose a magical beast to fight.
Of course, if they lost, the ten million would belong to the Animal Arena.
If he won, he could get more than double the prize money.
The Beast Fighting Colosseum would not participate in the private betting of spirit stones.
"Young Master Zhang, wanna play a round?"
Young Master Li said casually.
"Sure, we're here to play. How do you want to play?"
Zhang Xing replied.
"You and I will each pick a magical beast to fight?"
Young Master Li said.
"No problem. Tell me the rules."
Zhang Xing readily agreed.
Young Master Li was overjoyed. It was obvious that this kid had never played before. He was just an egg.
It just so happened that he could ruthlessly rip him off.
He had already designed a series of traps for Zhang Xing.
The Beast Fighting Arena was only the first step.
Zhang Xing had more than fifty billion low-grade spirit stones and five hundred million mid-grade spirit stones in his pocket. It was impossible for him to lose all of them here.
If he lost one or two billion here, he would lose ten or ten billion there.
Zhang Xing would definitely lose his head.
At that time, he would be in a panic and be anxious to recoup his losses. Then, he would be able to turn him upside down.
"Let's compare notes on the periphery. Each of us will bet one billion low-grade spirit stones."
"The winner gets to keep the spirit stones."
Young Master Li showed an inquisitive look.
"Sure, let's play a game first."
The two of them settled on a two-billion game in a few words.
Manager Shen swallowed his saliva.
A God-level tycoon was indeed a God-level tycoon. He could casually take out one billion spirit stones without batting an eyelid.