After a few breaths, everything returned to calm.
The two looked at each other and could see each other's panic.
"What was that just now?"
No one answered the question, but there was another roar outside, and the two turned around and saw the answer through the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
The sky and the earth were dark, the clouds were rolling, and cracks appeared in the void, falling onto the huge oblate football field.
Shadows fell from the sky, transparent and thin, like a mass of gas. They were just shadows, but at a glance, their eyes hurt, as if they were hit by a flash bomb.
Everything outside returned to calm, and it took the two of them a long time to recover.
The next day at noon.
Boom boom boom.
There was a knock on the door, and then it opened with a click, and several people wearing ancient costumes walked in.
They are disciples of the Fire Spirit Sect, responsible for maintaining order in this competition.
"Two seniors, the game is about to begin, please move to the arena."
The World Fighting Championship is now the world's top competition. It can gain extraordinary power and huge prize money, attracting people from all over the world to watch or participate. The price of a ticket to the audience has reached 10,000, and the big screen outside the field costs 3,000.
The number of participants is expected to be as high as 50,000, which means there is no screening and no need for screening.
Such a grand competition did not have an opening ceremony.
The huge concrete arena has no decoration on it, just a rough cement floor.
There were nearly 100,000 seats around it, and there was a sea of people, not a single seat was empty. Countless eyes were focused on the stage, expecting the extraordinary power to start the bloodiest fight in front of them.
This is not a so-called fighting competition, but an arena with supernatural powers.
Everyone understands this, and that's why they gather here. They are looking forward to a bloody fight, a fight of supernatural power. Violence was embedded in human genes in the natural period, and the desire for blood cannot be erased even in modern times.
Violence has always been something that humans love, and a fight to the death is the most extreme form of violence.
Of course, the premise is that it’s not them who are standing on the stage.
Zhao Si and his companion were invited to the VIP seats, which were separated and replaced with comfortable leather chairs. Each person was accompanied by a good-looking waiter.
The people sitting here are envoys from all over the world. This is a position that cannot be bought with money. They represent the huge forces behind them.
Zhao Si was in the middle, and the people around him were from Shenzhou. There were two people from each of the six regions of Shenzhou, for a total of twelve people.
Their cultivation levels are all above the foundation-building stage, and they are all local cultivators.
For some reason, those Jindan masters did not come to participate. Lu Haochu guessed that it might be to avoid suspicion. As a strategic force, it is not convenient for Jindan to appear in other areas openly.
There is another crucial reason, that is, there is hatred between them. Most of the sects in the Black Soil State were driven out of Shenzhou in the early days.
For the next half hour, everyone just sat there, and the audience around them began to get a little impatient, with discussions breaking out one after another.
The voices of hundreds of thousands of people gathered together, and the entire venue became extremely chaotic.
Zhao Si asked, "Why is there no opening ceremony? It shouldn't be necessary for such a large venue."
The waiter next to him replied, "The immortals have not arranged an opening ceremony. The contestants are preparing. It should start in ten minutes."
Lu Haochu said: "The reincarnated people are all classical people, they don't like modern things."
"Okay." Zhao Si picked up the melon seeds on the table and started cracking them. Ten minutes of waiting was neither long nor short.
After he had piled the melon seeds into a small hill, the competition finally began.
The contestants came on from both sides, of different heights and ages, including some half-grown children. However, the gender ratio was rather unbalanced, with almost no women to be seen.
The weapons they carry are also varied, and knives, guns, sticks and clubs are almost all cold weapons.
Everyone walked onto the stage and stood on the rough concrete floor, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of spectators.
"The game begins."
A voice echoed throughout the venue without any amplification equipment, and then a thin barrier appeared on both sides of the ring, blocking the retreat of all the contestants.
The contestants were obviously not professional gladiators, and their professional abilities were not mature. They stood in the arena staring at each other, not knowing where to start for a while.
"kill!"
Suddenly someone shouted, this was not a contestant, but a voice coming from the audience.
Then, a sound like an overwhelming tidal wave hit the ring, and hundreds of thousands of spectators let out earth-shaking shouts and cries, just like two armies facing off in ancient times.
They roared excitedly, their thoughts were absorbed by the fragments of the Heavenly Dao in the void, and then fed back to the people on the ring.
The players who were at a loss at first were stunned for a moment, and finally their eyes turned red as they looked at the people around them. They also walked onto the stage with greed, and were ready to get bloodied on the spot.
Some do it for money, some do it for supernatural powers, it's all about greed.
The first person to attack was a boxer holding a machete, and a man next to him suddenly felt it. The other party subconsciously raised his hand to block, and then one of his arms fell to the ground, blood splattered.
"Ah!!!" The man whose hand was chopped off let out a shrill wail. He covered his hand and a large amount of blood gushed out from the wound.
The boxer, with a red face, raised the machete high and then suddenly brought it down. One blow chopped off the bridge of the nose from the top of the head, and the second blow cut off the ear and the right cheek.
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