Bathed in the dazzling light, Xia Mu felt the ground beneath his feet rising, lifting him up.
Soon, the prison cell passed through the thick layer of soil and came to the top.
As soon as you look around, the surrounding scenery suddenly becomes clear.
This is a huge arena covering an area of 100 acres.
Xia Mu and Tang Tang were standing in the center of the ring at this time, being curiously watched by tens of thousands of spectators sitting around them.
Above their heads, there was a platform room that was almost tens of meters above the ground.
A man wearing a simple white mask was holding a microphone and passionately introducing Xia Mu's origins.
There were bursts of curious exclamations from the audience.
It seems that some people here are unaware of Xia Mu's existence.
"What on earth is going on?"
It was the first time that Tang Tang was stared at by so many eyes. She felt uncomfortable all over and asked Xia Mu in a low voice.
"I don't know either. Let's wait and see."
Xia Mu looked around vigilantly.
This place, which resembles the ancient Roman Colosseum, is vast enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people to watch.
The most amazing thing is that this place is not on the surface, but more than ten meters underground.
Being able to build such a huge arena underground and connect complex maze dungeons, this dark arena of unknown origin should not be underestimated.
"Dear audience, please place your bets now! How many days do you think this Chinese Sword God can survive in the Dark Arena?"
"It's still the same old rules. We, the Dark Association, will be the dealer. Feel free to use your imagination!"
"Three days? Six days? Nine days?"
"Or perhaps, breaking the Dark Arena record and successfully surviving to the twelfth day?"
The mysterious man's voice echoed throughout the entire underground space, reaching everyone's ears clearly.
The onlookers also began to discuss heatedly with each other.
Each of them wore a mask, making it impossible to see their faces.
But even so, Xia Mu could still see their inner excitement from their expressions and actions.
"What the hell is this place?"
He murmured.
Soon, thousands of spectators around had placed their bets.
Most of them bet that Xia Mu could survive for twelve days, but some viewers thought it would be difficult for him to survive until the ninth day.
When everyone had placed their bets, the mysterious man's voice finally rang out again.
"Hahaha, it seems everyone has great confidence in this Chinese Sword God!"
"Alright, then according to the rules, our Dark Association will still be betting that he won't survive the first day. For every additional match he survives, the Dark Association will compensate the audience with half of their bets!"
After saying this, the audience's enthusiasm was instantly ignited.
They stared at Xia Mu with burning eyes, and undisguised hope was revealed in their gazes.
It was obvious that everyone present hoped that Xia Mu could survive until the twelfth day.
Because, for every game Xia Mu survives, they can get half of the bet.
In other words, if he can survive for six days, the audience's bet will be fully recovered.
By surviving until the ninth day, which is the third game, the audience can earn half of the bet money.
And if he lives to the twelfth day, he can earn exactly double.
If Xia Mu is really as good as the host described, then this bet is basically a sure win.
At least, you can always get your money back.
So this time, basically all the audience put their bets on Xia Mu.
What no one noticed was that far up in the sky.
The mysterious man wearing a white mask also looked at the audience's expressions meaningfully, and a strange arc rose at the corner of his mouth.
"Make arrangements and focus on taking care of our Chinese Sword God. It would be best to release that 'thing' as well. We should try to kill him in the first round."
"clear."
His lips moved slightly, and a man wearing a white mask on the wall not far away immediately nodded.
"Alright! Now that everyone has placed their bets, I declare the 8th Dark Arena Tournament officially open!"
Suddenly, there was thunderous applause!
There was a wild cheer from the audience.
Even Xia Mu and Tang Tang, who were trapped in the dungeon, felt dizzy at this moment.
The sound of tens of thousands of people cheering at the same time was truly shocking.
The ground beneath my feet was shaking.
"First of all, welcome to our Dark Arena's regular visitors, the Corpse Legion!"
Kalala.
The land suddenly split into two parts.
A huge cage made of mud slowly rose from the ground.
Xia Mu carefully sensed the fluctuations of elemental energy nearby and soon locked onto a certain location on the platform.
That was the place where the earth element was most concentrated. The moment the land split apart just now, he clearly felt the power of the earth element surging out from there.
It seems that there is an earth elementalist here.
Able to easily control the movements of the ground from such a long distance.
It can be seen how powerful this earth elementalist is.
Xia Mu withdrew his gaze and looked quietly at the prison cell that was slowly rising from the ground.
“Hiss, hiss, hiss!”
This cell, which is over a hundred square meters, is filled with all kinds of rotting corpses.
Seeing these things, the audience's breathing became rapid.
"Next, we welcome the backbone of the dark creatures, the army of tiger-level creatures that are causing immense headaches for governments around the world!"
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