Panlong: From being hunted by the Four Divine Beasts

Chapter 3: Challenge the Battle Arena, Victory

Through the window, everyone could clearly see the scene outside. It was a black-haired man with a delicate face. He just raised his hand and waved it. A large number of ice blades condensed around the man, and then shot out at a high speed. The dozen or so upper gods surrounding him exploded instantly.

"Too weak." Ryan looked at the dozen or so dead upper gods, shook his head, and his body turned into a blue stream of light, flying away at a high speed. As for the metal life of the Four Divine Beasts family not far away, he did not pay attention to them.

After all, there are many kinds of metal life in hell, and he would never have thought that he would encounter a family of four sacred beasts so easily.

"Oh my god! So strong? He seems to be leaving in the direction of Liang'an City. Could he also be going to participate in the Hundred Victories? I feel that he is not weaker than the elders..."

Inside the metal life, a young man from the Xuanwu clan couldn't help but mutter.

"What nonsense are you talking about? The elder is definitely better than him!"

A blue-haired boy next to him nudged him hard, then glanced at Emmanuel cautiously. Seeing that the latter looked not very well, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

"That boy seems quite strong, but he's not strong enough to fight me. If he really is going to participate in the Hundred Victories Tournament, then he will only be defeated by me."

Emmanuel glanced sternly at the younger disciples of the family and spoke in a cold tone.

Emmanuel was in a bad mood because of Ryan's appearance. His younger disciples, who had originally admired him, actually began to doubt whether he could win. This was something he could not accept.

He had just boasted in front of everyone that it would be easy for him to win the Hundred Victories, and the next second a strong man who was suspected to be participating in the Hundred Victories appeared, as if he had come specifically to slap him in the face.

"Very good, you'd better not show up in Liang'an City, otherwise I will never forgive you!" Emmanuel cursed in his heart.

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On the other side, Ryan didn't know that Emmanuel was thinking about him. He hurried on his way and arrived at Liang'an City a day later.

"As expected of the palace lord's city, it's much larger than other city lords'."

Ryan took a look at the city, which was much larger than Ice Blood City, and flew straight towards the door.

At this time, outside the city, a large number of teams were queuing up to enter the city, and each person needed to pay an entrance fee of one ink stone.

Ryan ignored the team and walked straight in. The soldiers from the City Lord's Mansion just took a look at the devil badge and then looked away.

In hell, ordinary gods need to pay an entrance fee to enter the city, while palace soldiers, demons and the main god's army can enter directly, which is a convenience.

"Although each city is different in size, the internal structure and layout are generally similar."

Ryan walked through the streets of the city, looking at the various shops around him, and understood everything.

The city is basically divided into three areas: residential area, commercial area and fighting battlefield. The residential area is where residents who buy houses and live in the city live. The commercial area is a place for various restaurants, services and other enjoyment. The fighting battlefield exists for fighting.

At the same time, the fighting battlefield is also one of the two major ways to challenge the Lord of the Mansion. In hell, only those who have won a hundred battles in the fighting battlefield and those who have just become seven-star demons can choose whether to challenge Shura.

Originally, twenty million years ago, when Ryan had just become a Seven-Star Demon, he was also qualified to challenge Shura, but he was not strong enough at the time, so he gave up. In Hell, only within ten thousand years after becoming a Seven-Star Demon can one challenge Shura. After this time, the challenge qualification is automatically invalidated, and one must re-enter the battlefield to obtain a hundred victories to prove it.

Otherwise, once the challenge qualification becomes permanent, it means that after the Seven-Star Demon loses the strongest god clone, he can still challenge Shura when he only has an ordinary upper god clone.

The Palace Lord cannot stay in the Palace forever. If a Palace Lord is in seclusion for cultivation and is unaware of the outside world, and a seven-star demon who has lost his strongest divine clone challenges him with his five-star demon clone, and the Palace Lord cannot respond in time, ten thousand years later the Palace Lord will be judged as having failed because he did not accept the challenge in time, and his position will automatically change to a five-star demon, and this matter will become a joke.

It is rumored that countless billions of years ago, there was a seven-star demon on the Kalosha continent. After the death of the strongest god's clone, he took advantage of the retreat of a palace lord to challenge him. After obtaining the position of palace lord, he mobilized the palace army to help him collect a large amount of wealth, and then fled directly.

Although it was only heard on the daoist way, and countless years had passed, the truth was impossible to verify, but the method of challenging the Palace Lord had indeed never changed over the years, that is, to become a seven-star demon, or to win a hundred battles, prove one's strength, and then challenge the Palace Lord within ten thousand years.

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The fighting battlefield is located in the southwest of Liang'an City, covering an area of ​​more than 100 miles. It is divided into three areas, namely the lower gods, middle gods, and upper gods. Among them, the most popular one is the upper gods fighting battlefield.

The platform located in the center of the battlefield is a circular platform with a radius of more than five miles. Surrounding it are densely packed trapezoidal stands. At a glance, the stands can accommodate at least one million people.

From time to time, you can see members of the Bi Fu Army wearing green clothes surrounding the audience seats. On the one hand, they are preventing the aftermath of the battle on the stage from harming the audience, and on the other hand, they are preventing some audience members from interfering with the battle on the stage.

"Whoa whoa whoa~"

Deafening cheers could be heard from a few hundred meters away, and one could feel the intensity of the battle.

To enter the battlefield, one needs to pay ten ink stones. Ryan did not stop, but threw down the ten ink stones and walked towards the registration location.

"I want to participate in the battle of the upper gods." Ryan looked at the silver-haired girl in charge of registration and said.

"Okay, leave your name. Your number plate is... eh? Lord Ryan?"

The silver-haired girl, who had been looking down with no interest, raised her head, her ice-blue pupils shrank suddenly, and she spoke subconsciously.

"Sir, this is your number plate. You are number 6 and it will be your turn soon." Ophelia quickly came to her senses and handed the number plate respectfully to Ryan.

Ryan took the number plate and without saying anything, he walked into the waiting area and began to rest with his eyes closed.

"Huh! I didn't expect that gentleman to come here? Could he be challenging the Palace Master? This is a big deal! Could it be that I'll also have the chance to see Bai Sheng Zhan and Shura fight?"

After Ryan left, Ophelia, who was relieved, immediately started brainstorming. Her originally tightly bound silver hair fluttered, revealing her uneasy mood.

As the person in charge of registration for the battle arena, the silver-haired girl Ophelia, although of a low status, is also responsible for many businesses for the City Lord's Mansion. She was fortunate enough to see the information of the new seven-star demon, the ice-blood demon Ryan, who had just emerged 20 million years ago.

"Forget it. These are not things a small character like me should consider. Regardless of whether Lord Ryan wants to challenge the Palace Master or not, just watching Lord Ryan's hundred victories is a profit for me."

Ophelia smoothed her silver hair, patted her face, adjusted her mentality and muttered.

(End of this chapter)