Douluo: I am the super administrator, the mastermind behind all this!

Little do people know that throughout history, how many people have fallen on the road to success and become stepping stones for others?
But now that things have come to this, I can only cheer myself up.

Because, apart from this road, he has no other way to go.

Tang Chen felt relieved after seeing Tang San's attitude.

As long as Tang San has the fighting spirit, everything will be fine.

With his great-grandfather around, how could he let his great-grandson fall behind others?

As long as Tang San steps onto the Hell Killing Field again, he will know what it means to cut through thorns and brambles.

For Tang San, he even brought in all the weak and ordinary people from the outer city.

If this can't achieve 100 wins quickly, then there's no need for Tang San to be a spirit master anymore.

As for whether it is unfair...there is no fairness in this world.

Without background and support, no matter how talented you are or how hard you work, it will be useless.

How can ten years of hard work compare with the efforts of several generations of mine?
Time was running out, so Tang San made some preparations and headed straight for the Hell Killing Field.

What surprised him was that there was no one in the audience seats at the killing field this time.

There were only nine people standing on the central fighting spirit stage.

The woman in black veil who served as a staff member respectfully led Tang San to the fighting arena.

As soon as he entered the arena, Tang San discovered that his opponent was completely different from before.

These opponents were all so thin that they were almost skin and bones, and had dull expressions.

They don't look like the residents of the inner city at all. Instead, they look more like the bugs in the outer city who survive by donating blood.

It is hard to imagine that such a person would appear on the fighting spirit arena.

Tang San was not a fool. Thinking of the empty auditorium, he reacted quickly.

It was his great-grandfather who gave him a back door.

Although he appears to be strict on the surface, he actually has a soft heart and is on the side of his great-grandson.

Tang San immediately felt warm in his heart, and then his confidence was rekindled.

Just like what Tang Chen thought, if he couldn't even get rid of these rotten fish and shrimps, then there was no need for Tang San to be a spirit master anymore.

Soon, the bell rang and the battle officially began.

This time, Tang San finally carried out a hearty slaughter. His opponents all looked dull and didn't even take the initiative to attack.

Apart from dodging subconsciously, these people did not make any other moves, and could not even say a word.

It is no exaggeration to say that it was a massacre.

The battle was over in just one minute, as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

Nine people were killed, and Tang San officially won the third game.

However, there is more to it than that.

After the battle, the bodies on the field had just been cleared away when nine more people walked out of the secret back door and lined up to step onto the fighting stage.

The woman in black veil reminded at the right time:
"Mr. 9528, your battle is about to begin."

Tang San immediately understood that this was his great-grandfather trying to quickly accumulate victories for him.

So he nodded and stepped onto the fighting stage again.

At this moment, above the killing field, in a small dark room, Tang Chen watched Tang San killing like mowing the grass, and could not help but nod with satisfaction.

Although he opened a back door for Tang San, he couldn't do it too obviously, and the number of people killed must be enough.

Otherwise, if the Asura God noticed something was wrong and tracked him down, it would be difficult for him to deal with it.

In fact, what Tang Chen didn’t know was that the Shura God in the God Realm had already known about his backdoor.

However, the law enforcement god of the divine world was not angry about this, but was relieved instead.

God Shura asked Tang Chen to be impartial and selfless out of consideration for his reputation.

In fact, like Poseidon, he was afraid that his heritage would be destroyed by those "evil-minded gods".

If his status did not prohibit him and he was not afraid of being criticized, the God Shura would even want to descend to the mortal world and personally pass on the throne to Tang San.

Now, seeing that Tang Chen was not so selfless, Shura God felt relieved.

That would be good. It would be even better if the guy who tried to steal the inheritance could die during the process.

Just as Tang San was chopping melons and vegetables and winning battles.

Zhu Zhuqing's fifth test has officially begun. (End of this chapter)