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Chapter 394 One slap would send you sprawling to the ground, unable to even get up, and you still dare to act so arrogantly?

"Yes, the Death Bureau is declining on Spirit Mine Star. It's not as exciting as it used to be. Before, to be able to come up and challenge others in the arena, you had to go through layers of selection!"

"Now look at them, they're sending anyone to fight in the ring. They're so desperate to make money that they're not picky at all!"

"Exactly! They knew this pure human female would lose, yet they still sent her into the ring. It's obviously a rigged operation, using her life to make money."

"Great news! This guy is obviously going to lose, which is perfect for us bettors. We're here to make money, to get thrills, and to see bloodshed!"

"Knowing she's going to die, knowing she'll lose, we should be happy, we should encourage her, and give her the warmest applause as she goes to her death!"

"What do you people know? This is a death match. Anyone who can get to the ring must have some skills. Don't use your ignorant eyes to point fingers at others. Be careful that you don't lose your underwear and can't go back to your own planet or country."

"Even the strongest pure human, without the aid of superpowers, would have no chance of winning based solely on her endurance and fighting skills."

"It's not that we're ignorant, it's that we're extremely knowledgeable. We're saying these things for the pure human female on stage, to tell her that if she wants to get rich overnight, females have many ways, and she doesn't necessarily have to resort to suicidal methods!"

"Tsk, your mouths really stink. Shut up your mouths that spew filth, or you'll spray it in my face."

"You filthy female, I'm only giving you face because you're good-looking. Do you want to fight or do you want to die?"

"I just don't like the look of you. You're spewing filth. You want to fight me? How about we set up a ring and fight to the death?"

"Okay, okay, stop arguing, stop arguing, it's about to start, it's about to start, hurry up, place your bets!"

"This time, we have eight new recruits, aged between 18 and 151. Seven of them have supernatural mental energy fluctuations, and one does not!"

"What? A 151-year-old male wants to fight in a ring? With his old arms and legs, who can he beat?"

"Hey hey hey, I've noticed that you people are really prejudiced. When a pure human female goes on stage, you say she's asking for trouble. When a 151-year-old male comes on stage, you say he's old."

"In the M31 star system, the average lifespan of various races is 150 to 450 years. At 151 years old, they are in their prime, commonly known as 'energetic young men'!"

“Zhong Lihe, the CEO of the Great Western Kingdom, Chong Ming, the commander-in-chief of the three armies of the Zhenlin Empire, and His Majesty the Emperor of Tianqiong Star are all over 100 years old, and they are all young.”

"Yes, many planetary leaders are very young, some are over 100, 200, or 300 years old. But this is the Death Arena, the Death Arena. No one who steps onto the Death Arena is over 80 years old!"

"Today is truly bizarre. A pure human female with no supernatural abilities or mental energy fluctuations, and a 151-year-old male. Fine, fine, I will absolutely not bet on them to win."

"If you don't bet on them to win, I will. Just wait and see, I'll make a fortune, and you'll be bankrupt and begging on your knees!"

With a loud crash!

A clear bell rang out from the arena.

Immediately afterwards, the arena's loudspeaker announced: "Dear guests who have traveled from afar, today our luxurious arena has added 8 challengers, 7 males and 1 female. Their challenger codes are: Little Feather, Towering Tree, Little Brother and Sister Cuddler, Little Rabbit, Big Strong Man, 8 Legs, One Tail, and One Sparrow!"

"Their respective rings, number 3 to 10, and their information on challenging the ring masters will be displayed on the touch panels in the audience. My esteemed guests, you can place your bets according to the information displayed on the touch panels in front of you."

"You have three minutes to place your bets. Please be sure to place your bets before the deadline!"

A live broadcast is being simultaneously streamed from 360 degrees across 8 frames on the dark web facing the M31 galaxy!

Anyone who can access a live stream on the dark web is top-notch in terms of wealth, status, intelligence, and vision.

In the eyes of these eight newly appointed challengers, they saw no viciousness, bloodshed, violence, or desire for money; they saw only calm, excitement, and eagerness.

The eight challengers simply wanted to take on the challenge, were excited about visiting a new place, and were calm about not taking the ring owner seriously.

Viewers in the dark web live stream were also sending comments: "These 8 today, orcs, half-orcs, and pure humans, are interesting. I'll take a look at the first round first and not bet too soon."

"Usually if you don't bet in the first round, you'll miss out in the second. Are you sure you want to just take a look and not bet in the first round?"

"Although these eight people have disguised themselves and their real faces cannot be seen, you can tell from their eyes that they all come from well-off families. They are probably here to experience life. They have some skills, but not many. So we still have to see how they are doing. After all, my money doesn't grow on trees."

"Wrong, wrong. We know how many people from wealthy and privileged backgrounds are in the Death Zone."

"So, place your bets when the opportunity arises. Don't miss out on a great chance to make money. The odds are currently 1 to 3, which is cheap and you won't lose money!"

Three minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and the announcement in the arena sounded again: "Eight challengers on the stage, please pay attention to your rules. Once the champion you challenge steps onto the stage, there is no question of life or death, only victory or defeat."

"Before the first person in the ring steps up, you have 30 seconds to decide whether to challenge or not. Now the countdown begins, 29...28...27..."

The countdown broadcast echoed throughout the arena, and the audience seats were filled with tens of thousands of people.

Using a trick of deception, Jiang Chacha also managed to pet her three cubs and dragon eggs, keeping them obediently inside the cloth bag.

After a 30-second countdown, another bell rang, and the eight ring masters stepped onto the eight arenas.

The eight ring leaders ranged in appearance from vicious and menacing to fair and clean-cut, and from exceptionally handsome to beautiful.

Like Jiang Chacha and her group, they included orcs, half-orcs, and pure humans, but there were no pure human females, only orc females.

Jiang Chacha's challenger was a powerful, burly beastman who was about 2.5 meters tall, three times her size, and whose fists were as big as sandbags. He was a strength-type superhuman!
Zhong Lihe challenged the reigning champion, a half-beast crocodile beastman with a long tail and skin as wrinkled as iron.

Sui Xuan Chu challenged the reigning champion, a pure human man with a scar on his face, a bare, muscular upper body, and wearing only a pair of pants.

Huang Dazhuang challenged a werewolf who was a head taller than her, with a white wolf's head and a human body. Zhang Tingzhou challenged a mutated shark-like beastman with a long mouth and extremely eerie eyes.

Yan Yu and Cheng Xiaoting, the arena masters, are a fox beastman, a cheetah beastman, and a striped tiger beastman, respectively!
The rules of the arena are that only superpowers, fists, and legs can be used; if any weapon is used, the player will be judged to have lost.

The bell rang for the third time, echoing throughout the entire arena.

The competition has officially begun.

Sui Xuanchu, Huang Dazhuang, and their group have begun to launch an offensive against the reigning champion.

Zhong Lihe's champion swung his crocodile tail at him.

Only Jiang Chacha, the reigning champion, did not take the initiative to attack. Instead, she looked at him as if he were some rare object and said with disdain, "Little female, with your small frame, you're not even worth a punch from me. How about I give you a chance? You kneel down and kowtow to me, admit defeat, and I won't hit you."

Jiang Chacha raised an eyelid and looked at the champion: "How much money do you make a day here?"

The champion was taken aback: "20 star coins."

Jiang Chacha retorted, exasperated, "You only earn 20 a day, is it because you talk too much nonsense when you're on the stage?"

The champion glared at her: "Little female, I'm giving you face, but don't be so shameless. Once I make a move, you're dead."

Jiang Chacha challenged, "Try making a move."

The champion felt slighted, and slammed his fist, as big as a sandbag, at Jiang Chacha: "You're asking for death, I'll grant your wish!"

Jiang Chacha saw that none of Sui Xuan Chu and the others had taken the main fight off the stage, and Zhong Li He was even teasing the crocodile-orc for fun.

She felt she couldn't be the one to stick her neck out and knock the other person off the stage right away. If everyone bet on her to win, she wouldn't make any money.

For money, for a constant stream of money, a fist the size of a sandbag came down, and she dodged it with a quick movement.

There was a bang.

The champion's fist slammed into the ring, the solid ring shaking with a loud thud.

The crowd betting in the stands couldn't believe that a tiny, pure human with no supernatural or mental energy fluctuations had dodged the punch of a power-type superhuman.

Everyone on the stage craned their necks, eagerly anticipating the little female's counterattack against the power-type superhuman champion.

"Sister Hu Zhi, should we send someone to attack?" asked the second-in-command beside the beautiful fox.

Sitting on the stage, Hu Zhi didn't see the black dragon cub, but stared at the little female below who had dodged the punch: "No need, let's make money first!"

The second-in-command blurted out, "Sister Hu Zhi, you placed a bet?"

Hu Zhi replied, "I'm logging off!"

The second-in-command then asked, "Whom did you bet on to win?"

Hu Zhi: "A towering tree!"

The second-in-command was surprised: "'Towering Tree' is a small female with no supernatural abilities whatsoever. You bet on her to win..."

Hu Zhi interrupted him: "I'm using my own money, not the fleet's money, so you have no right to tell me what to do."

The second-in-command could only lower his voice and say, "Yes, Sister Hu Zhi!"

The powerhouse ring leader missed his punch and used his 2.5-meter-tall, muscular body to pounce on Jiang Chacha again.

Jiang Chacha made no move, no kick, and no use of magic; she simply dodged quickly when he approached.

She was waiting for Zhong Lihe and his team to take down one of the ring leaders, but in the eyes of the surrounding audience, she couldn't go toe-to-toe with the ring leader. She was trying to wear down the ring leader's strength and find an opportunity to deliver a heavy blow.

After placing his bets, Chongming watched the competition unfold on the eight screens in front of him.

Kong Que controlled both accounts by himself, betting all his assets on his CEO, and in turn, betting all of the CEO's assets on Jiang Chacha.

A loud bang!

Zhong Lihe grabbed the half-orc crocodile beastman by the tail and threw him off the stage with a loud bang.

Seeing this, Jiang Chacha was just about to make a move when Zhang Tingzhou used his long octopus horns to throw the mutated shark beastman facing him off the stage.

The eight of them had already taken down two ring leaders and won against two others. When the fists the size of sandbags came down again, Jiang Chacha did not dodge this time, but instead swung her hand to strike back.

The spectators only saw her palm land on the fist of the power-type superhuman arena master. The superhuman arena master's fat and tall body was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, and landed heavily on the arena.

Everyone in the stands stood up. Even though there were touchpads in front of them that could show a more detailed live stream, they all craned their necks to look at the ring and shouted, "Get up, Big Fist! I bet you'll win 3 to 1! How can you be so useless? Get up right now!"

“You have three to five hundred pounds of big fists, while that little female weighs less than 100 pounds. You are three to five times her weight. If you get slapped to the ground and don’t get up and kill her, you will never have a place in the Death Zone ring again!”

(End of this chapter)