Chapter 104 Arena (V)
From 6:00 in the morning to 18:00 in the evening, Dong Jin really didn't know how he survived.
The audience in the back kept asking questions, trying to get the most complete gossip from all angles.
One audience even took advantage of the God Tower's ability to connect to various universes and directly used his talent to send him a one-time link through the air, hoping that he would click on it immediately.
After hearing that the link directly led to the most popular post in the higher-dimensional universe, Dong Jin, who has always been courageous, didn't dare to click on it. Are
you kidding? What would be the most popular thing in the higher-dimensional universe right now? What could it be? It
must be the messy gossip between him and Lei Ming!
He had realized that the more he talked nonsense, the more excited the audience became. Dong Jin really didn't want to add fuel to the fire. So no matter what the audience said next, he remained motionless and watched the battle below, occasionally cooperating with Sibel to give a few words of battle commentary.
Seeing that he was not interested, the audience simply went to listen to Oz's nonsense happily.
"The last battle of the day is underway, and Lei Ming's opponent is the God of Victory. Let's guess, will the God of Night and Drama win thirty consecutive victories, or will the God of Victory win his first victory? Dong Jin, what do you think?"
Si Beier said as if the two were evenly matched, but in fact, as soon as she said this, everyone had the same answer in their hearts.
Dong Jin had already offended all the gods and demons to this extent, so he was not much worse. So he looked at the arena below the stage and replied calmly: "The winner will only be Lei Ming."
Lei Ming couldn't lose here.
Even though he didn't have the title of the strongest in the universe, anyone who had seen him fight would never think that they could beat him.
Dong Jin had fought with Lei Ming many times before, and he knew the weight of the black-gold painted halberd in the latter's hand very well. However, even with his current physical condition, Lei Ming was able to control it as if it were his own arm.
At this moment, Lei Ming, who was standing under the stage, simply raised his left index finger, and the dark-colored painted halberd, with a gust of wind, spun counterclockwise along the back of
his finger. When he casually raised his right arm, the halberd that had just spun to his left back spun back into his right hand by inertia.
The painted halberd is a powerful weapon, but in his hands it is as smooth as flowing water.
Every time the tip of the halberd swipes, it splashes the blood of gods and demons that heats up due to fear.
Even the most amateurs in fighting will be shocked by his innate extreme wildness when they see this scene, and then cheer for him.
This is also the reason why Lei Ming has so many admirers in the higher-dimensional universe despite his bad temper.
"Wow, thank you, Brother Jin. God knows how long I haven't seen this guy in action! His aura is really cool!"
"So why did the Will of the Universe sell so few tickets? Do you think we can't afford it? I fought so hard but only got tickets for today...Brother Jin, come on, please come to more battles like this, I love to watch them so much!"
How else can I cheer? Do you want to offend all the members of the Supreme Universe?
Brothers and sisters, do you really not care about my life or death? !
Dong Jin rubbed his eyebrows and covered his speechless expression when he heard
this. Fortunately, the clock finally turned to 18:00.
When the ancient bell rang, the whole arena suddenly went from noisy to silent. Not only were all the people in the audience transported out, but even Oz and Sibel, who were on both sides of the commentary booth, were instantly transported back to their respective rooms.
Dong Jin jumped down from the commentary booth upon seeing this, and was ready to turn off the holographic projection in the corner to end today's long torture.
But just as he was about to walk over, the only god left in the arena called him: "Dong Jin." The one
who called him was of course Lei Ming.
When Dong Jin heard the voice and looked at him, Lei Ming was casually shaking off the blood stains on his halberd, and looking at him with his eyelids raised.
Although Lei Ming's aura was rampant during the battle, his dark golden eyes were cold and lonely, which was completely opposite to his momentum. Just like the storm his real name means - he came with the wind and rain, and after the heat, only the deep chill remained.
And at this moment, the chill had obviously not completely faded away.
"Dong Jin, come here." Seeing Dong Jin still standing there, Lei Ming repeated lazily.
Then he walked towards the blood-washing pool beside the arena, and said to Dong Jin who happened to be in the same direction playfully: "What? Do you still want me to call you dear?"
"After all, I am your ardent pursuer, a madman who has been fighting for seven consecutive days. Don't you think so, Dong Jin?"
It was a hammer! In just one minute, Dong Jin's name was read three times by Lei Ming.
Every time this god read it, his headache inevitably got worse.
He was really impressed by this bastard Lei Ming!
Dong Jin admitted that he was quite wicked for talking nonsense on the commentary platform, but he had not yet left the 60th floor, and the holographic projection had not yet been turned off - that is, the audience in the live broadcast room on the 60th floor could see this scene.
Did this guy suddenly do this because he thought the popularity of the two of them was not high enough?
Even if he really wanted to retaliate against his nonsense just now, he would not hurt the enemy by a thousand and hurt himself by eight hundred, right?
Couldn't he just surrender with both hands?
Fearing that Lei Ming would say something shocking again, Dong Jin, who was walking slowly, immediately walked to the corner and turned off the holographic projection device there to make up for the loss.
After walking out of the venue and into the elevator, Dong Jin first pressed the button for the 77th floor. But thinking of Lei Ming's last words, he finally sighed and changed the elevator to the 80th floor where the God and Demon Arena was located.
"Isn't this my beloved whom I have been longing for? You are a little late, Dong Jin."
As soon as he entered the arena, Lei Ming, who was standing in the blood-washing pool with his back to him, seemed to sense his arrival and turned his head without looking back.
At this moment, Dong Jin, who was constantly being called out by Lei Ming, was almost suffering from PTSD.
But as the one who was the first to be irritated, Dong Jin managed to hold back the urge to mock Lei Ming and apologized neatly: "I admit that I spoke a little loudly before. Please be more normal and stop being irritated with me."
Who could have said that he was the first to say that? It
would have been fine if he had just said it, but he was caught by Lei Ming on the spot, so he couldn't deny it even if he wanted to.
"Hmph, come here quickly." Lei Ming sneered at Dong Jin's halfhearted apology and did not continue to settle the account.
Dong Jin had no idea why Lei Ming asked him to come. After hearing this guy's urging, he thought about it and went to the blood washing pool.
Normally, blood washing pools are usually only found in arenas, where gladiators can wash off their blood and welcome glory.
However, the intensity of the battle between gods and demons far exceeds that of humans and beasts, so there seems to be nothing wrong with building a fountain-style blood washing pool here.
After no longer paying attention to the marble blood washing pool, Dong Jin looked at Lei Ming again.
At this moment, Lei Ming was only wearing a sleeveless black vest and trousers of the same color. As the blood was washed away by the fountain in the pool, some of the wounds on his body that had not yet healed became more and more obvious.
"I noticed that something was wrong with you when I was watching the fight. Seeing your smooth movements, I thought it was my illusion, but I didn't expect you to be injured." Dong Jin frowned slightly when he saw this.
Although Lei Ming was unable to kill him due to the power of rules in the past thousand midnights. But such a long time was enough for him to understand Lei Ming's level.
For a fight like today, it is impossible for Lei Ming to be injured to this extent.
"My injury has nothing to do with those wastes." Lei Ming sneered indifferently, but he didn't intend to explain in detail.
The reason why he was injured today was indeed not related to the level of those gods and demons. To be honest, it was just because he was affected by the poison of the golden apple when he resonated with Dong Jin before, which caused his own divine power to not fully recover.
As rich as Dong Jin, he had to burn a lot of life to resist the poison. Lei Ming, who was also in a state of resonance but relied solely on his physical fitness and divine power to resist, certainly would not be unscathed.
The life of the former is a non-renewable resource, while the divine power of the latter will be restored to its original state in a period of time, so Lei Ming's divine power consumption is undoubtedly more than the former. Such an amount of divine power cannot be fully restored in two or three days.
It was precisely because of the lack of divine power that he was slightly injured today.
But Lei Ming would not say these, nor did he need to.
There were only so many gods and demons anyway, and he would not lose even if he was not in the best condition.
"I did not ask you to come here so that you could count my injuries. Where is your flying knife?" Lei Ming, who did not want to dwell on this topic, turned his head to look at Dong Jin and said his real purpose, "Use the flying knife to cut the hair behind my ears."
As Lei Ming turned his head, Dong Jin saw the dark red blood stains that could not be washed off at the end of his gray hair.
"Tsk, the blood of gods is troublesome." Lei Ming really hated those gods and demons.
It would be fine if they were recklessly extending an olive branch to Dong Jin, but they could not see the difference in strength and came here to challenge him.
What annoyed him even more was that some gods and demons had blood with various characteristics due to their divine nature, which made it difficult for him to deal with hair stained with blood, and he could not be happy even if he won.
Dong Jin saw this but did not say why Lei Ming did not handle it himself.
After all, these battles originated from his various deceptions of the gods and demons, and it was not a bad thing for him to be Lei Ming's exclusive barber now. Thinking of this, he neatly took out the flying knife given by the will of the universe.
When Dong Jin moved the knife to the back of Lei Ming's neck, he clearly noticed that the man's back suddenly tensed.
"Let me be clear...you called me here, so don't hit me with your halberd back."
The fatal point is in the hand, which is obviously intolerable for the gods and demons. Dong Jin was afraid that when he shaved his hair, this guy would attack him in a rage. Wouldn't that be an unnecessary disaster?
"You talk too much nonsense." Lei Ming responded to him with an irritable look, "The blood is very troublesome, don't do it directly, use the scabbard I gave you to block it."
The scabbard of the flying knife is made of his bones, which is enough to resist the invasion of the blood of gods and demons.
Dong Jin had already known this through the Eye of Truth. So when he heard this, he didn't ask any more questions, but took out the scabbard as he was told, and then neatly cut off the bloody hair.
"There are still six days left, you better take it easy. If you keep going like this, you will soon have nothing left to shave."
After finishing the treatment, Dong Jin looked at Lei Ming, whose wildness became more and more flamboyant after his hair was cut short, and mocked him jokingly.
The result of this was that Lei Ming, who had just finished cleaning his painted halberd, glanced at him lazily, and the tip of the painted halberd in his hand was pointed in his direction.
In response, Dong made a gesture of zipping his mouth with interest, then turned around and went back to his room on the 77th floor.