Chapter 103 Arena (IV)

When Dong Jin was about to let himself go and continue talking nonsense, the open-air arena of gods and demons suddenly darkened.

The originally hazy daylight turned into an endless night in an instant, and the rising sun turned into a bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Lei Ming, who created all this, stood in the dim night, raised his golden eyes and looked at Dong Jin with a smile.

As his eyes fell, the cold-toned moonlight suddenly fell like a spotlight. Maybe it was intentional, maybe it was intentional, at this moment, the moonlight with a strong presence only fell on Dong Jin.

- Keep talking.

- If you have the courage, keep talking, I'm listening.

When the moonlight came, Dong Jin already had a bad feeling. When he met Lei Ming's warning eyes, he didn't even care about the embarrassment of being the focus again, but seriously considered whether it was too late to run now.

No, Lei Ming, what are you doing, Lei Ming!

This is a war of gods in the highest universe. In this situation, you still have the time to listen to my nonsense?

Are you really not afraid of losing?

In fact, it was precisely because he didn't want to lose that Lei Ming raised his eyes to warn Dong Jin.

Speaking of the current battle, it was at most a warm-up for him, and it was not to the extent that he needed to open the night to enhance himself. But the premise of all this is-Dong Jin don't say anything again.

Just those few sentences of Dong Jin's words have made him feel uneasy.

Before today, Lei Ming never thought that he would lose. But if he continued to be distracted by this little butterfly, he might be caught by his opponent and suffer the most ridiculous defeat.

"Fuck! Are you two dogs? So arrogant?" However, the first person affected by Lei Ming's warning was not Dong Jin, but the God of War who was competing with him.

The God of War was not an unknown person.

The audience could not notice Lei Ming's distraction from time to time, so how could he, as an opponent, not notice it? He even tried to sneak attack when Lei Ming was wrong, but he was not successful every time. Instead, he was knocked away by the black gold halberd every time.

"It's so noisy. What are you barking like a dog?" Lei Ming had a bad temper to begin with, and now he was in the most irritable mood. So when the God of War opened his mouth, he responded with a sullen temper.

"What's the matter? Did I ask you to listen to your dear?"

If the God of War, who had a violent temper, was provoked like this, he would definitely quarrel with Lei Ming. But today, this god inexplicably had no intention of fighting. He just said "No more fighting, I admit defeat" with a look of disgust after mocking him, and left the arena without looking back.

The God of War did this not because he was afraid of fighting, but because he was simply disgusted.

In the previous back and forth fight, he had already realized that he was no match for Lei Ming. If Lei Ming had not been distracted frequently, this battle would have been decided long ago.

If it was just a difference in strength, the God of War could still try hard. After all, in his opinion, winning is winning, losing is losing, there is no such thing as fair or not. Maybe he can make a comeback? But

when he was ready to fight, Lei Ming suddenly summoned the night and looked at the east with moonlight.

It felt like being kicked on the road. The God of War felt that he had been made a fool again.

He could endure the pressure of force, but he couldn't endure the mental torture of eating dog food while being oppressed by force!

Whoever wants to fight in this broken duel. Anyway, he won't serve!

"...As you can see, the first battle has ended. After a wonderful duel, let us congratulate Lei Ming for his victory. In ten minutes, the second battle will continue here, so please stay tuned."

Although the God of War's surrender was a bit sudden, Sibel still took on the responsibility of explaining and responsibly smoothed things over.

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was a long time before Lei Ming won. Therefore, compared to the outcome of this battle, the audience was more concerned about Lei Ming's previous look: "Hehehe, the endless night that comes for you, the only white moonlight in the dark night."

"I was almost dizzy from what Brother Jin said just now, but Lei Ming's look made me sober instantly. Brother Jin was right, this is love! Lei Ming, you really shouldn't love too much!"

Fuck. I just stirred up the muddy water, how come it turned into this mess in an instant? !

At this moment, Dong Jin, who had been talking nonsense for a long time, couldn't help cursing in his heart anymore.

"Brother Jin, Brother Jin, let's not talk about Lei Ming for now. I'm already choking on this candy. Let's talk about something else. For example, I have good news to tell you - the beast god of the highest universe, Bist, is resurrected!"

"Bist?" Dong Jin raised his eyebrows and repeated the name.

He was sure that he had never seen this god or demon, but the name had already left a deep impression on him. Because in the early morning, there was suddenly a gift in his game panel, and the gift was signed by Bist.

To be honest, he couldn't help but be impressed.

Giving him a gift after the fourth copy was over was no longer a question of stupidity. This is equivalent to the fish bringing its own fishing net after the fisherman puts away his fishing rod, and while diving in, it actively bites the net and hands it to the fisherman.

Dong Jin felt it was very strange at the time, especially since the gift he received was a golden reverse scale. If the previous instance had not been completed, he would have even thought it was a gift from Snake.

Now that the audience suddenly mentioned this god and demon, and thinking about the dragon scale, Dong Jin suddenly had a subtle guess about it.

The audience just wanted to see the excitement, and they had no intention of keeping it a secret. So when Dong Jin just read out the name, an enthusiastic audience member smiled and confirmed: "Oh, by the way, you should be more familiar with his other name - Snake, right?"

Snake... Really Snake? !

The moment this name appeared, Dong Jin almost performed a smile disappearing technique on the spot.

He really wanted the audience who spoke earlier to explain in good conscience, which word in the above words was related to the good news?

Is he some kind of god-devil hatred attractor? Why did all the dungeon bosses he had offended suddenly turn into gods and demons of the Supreme Universe after leaving the dungeon? Is there something wrong with these gods and demons or with him?

The Supreme Universe really doesn't want him to live, right? !

"Yes, yes. You will appear in the commentary booth from now on, especially on the seventh day, right?"

Hearing the audience's increasingly excited questions, the alarm radar in Dong's mind was beeping.

After a moment of silence, he tried to speak calmly, "What happened on the seventh day?"

Upon hearing this, the audience answered again, "Because the seventh day is the amazing showdown between Lei Ming and Kai! You don't know how hard it is to get tickets for this game. Tickets outside have been sold out for a long time! I fought like crazy to get a ticket to watch the game."

This answer was like magic, and it made Dong Jin's smile disappear completely.

- Dong Jin, think of something happy.

Dong Jin was almost used to Lei Ming's silent troubles again. At this moment, he was even too lazy to curse, and just comforted himself silently.

If there was anything that could be called a happy thing today, it was the transaction he made with his own universe will when he couldn't sleep in the early morning, and the rainbow farts that the universe will blew without repeating itself.

Because of the compensation given by the rule change, his physical fitness in this copy has increased by up to 200%. With this improvement, plus the 988 gifts except the dragon scale, and the remaining 160 days of life from the previous copy, he can immediately get a five-digit lifespan if he wants.

However, Dong Jin's choice at that time was to keep ten years of life and use the rest to improve his eyes.

He still can't forget the feeling of turning on the "Butterfly Storm", that the world is in his eyes and the future is in his hands.

Maybe it's not easy for him to evolve to that level in reality. But as long as he continues to invest energy, one day, he will reach that height.

Oz's talent is a probability, but if he really evolves to that point, he will only see more clearly than Oz.

From then on, the probability of everything will unfold before his eyes.

"Oz, don't you think the commentary booth is a bit crowded?" Because he thought of Oz's talent, Dong Jin subconsciously glanced at Oz on his left. But this glance made him a little surprised.

Before, he had been confused by the audience's words and didn't pay much attention to the distance between the commentary booths. Now, Oz, who deliberately left him half a body distance at the beginning, is now almost squeezed in with him.

Even Sibel on the right has moved his position a little inward.

"...No matter how much you are damaged, I will never move outward. Just think of it as I owe you a question. You can ask me when you want to know the probability of something."

Hearing Dong Jin mention the distance problem, Otz froze for a moment and then ruffled his golden hair irritably.

Does he not want to move outward? He can't move outward. Does

Dong Jin have any idea that this is an arena of gods and demons where one wrong step can kill you on the spot!

The cosmic will of the highest universe will certainly protect the trialists in the Tower of Ascension, but the premise is that those trialists do not commit suicide. Now it is them, the MVPs, who have taken the initiative to agree to be on-site commentators, and naturally they have to bear the risk of being accidentally injured by their own choices.

As long as the gods and demons did not hurt them intentionally, even if they were implicated to the point of death, it was all their own fault.

At this moment, in the entire arena, only Dong Jin could ask the question just now.

Who said that since he entered the arena, even though the fighting below was like that, there was never even a splash of airflow in the direction where he was?

Was it because his position was particularly good? Of course not.

Anyone who could see the situation on both sides of the commentary desk would not say such a stupid thing - at this moment, the two corners of the commentary desk had already become fragmented because of the attacks from below.

Now, in the entire commentary desk, only Dong Jin's side, illuminated by the moonlight, still looked peaceful and quiet.

Obviously, it was the masterpiece of the god of night and drama off the stage.

Ozs didn't want to die young, so he wisely squeezed to the middle of the commentary desk. After all, how could face be more important than life?

Just now, because of the obstructed vision in the middle, Dong Jin did not see the situation on both sides of the commentary desk.

As Oz slightly turned sideways, he also understood the reason why the two moved.

Then his eyes subconsciously stayed on Lei Ming for a while, and the latter gave him an impatient look sharply, as if asking him what was the matter.

And the moment this god looked at him, the arrogance of ease was instantly revealed.

Seeing this, Dong Jin couldn't help but let out a low sigh.

He is now in a holographic projection state and will not be hurt at all. Although Lei Ming promised his safety before, there is really no need to keep his promise under this circumstance.

But at this moment, Dong Jin once again felt the strongest gold content of the universe.

This guy was listening to people chatting and sending down moonlight to block attacks. He was distracted to this extent and was still able to win all the way.

No wonder he dared to accept the seven-day challenge and even had such a peak showdown on the seventh day.