Devour: Trade the future, abstract to godhood!

What do the strong crave?

An opponent!

He immediately flew to the city center and erected a sign that read: "Whoever defeats me will receive one million units of Hunyuan!"

He sat imposingly in the square, waiting for someone to come and challenge him.

The gimmick of a million mixed units quickly attracted many people to take a look.

Upon seeing that he was an unknown young handsome man, they all looked skeptical.

"Hey bro, do I really get a million Chaos Units for killing you?" someone asked.

"No one dares to hang up?" Wei Wen said confidently, "As long as you can kill me, you'll definitely turn back after you get out! If you don't, I, Thor, am a son of a bitch!"

That being said.

But few people believed it.

This world zone doesn't even have a virtual universe network, let alone an auxiliary optical computer.

Whether or not you give it to someone depends entirely on your integrity.

This guy is spouting off about millions of mixed units?

That's a bit too exaggerated, I don't really believe it.

"call out--"

"call out--"

"call out--"

The golden swords fired in rapid succession.

Most of the onlookers were instantly killed.

The few survivors fled frantically, and Wei Wen didn't finish them off.

Instead, he shouted—

"Those who aren't strong enough shouldn't bother joining in."

"I, Thor, only crave to fight the strong!"

This process was repeated several times.

The story of a powerful figure setting up a fighting arena quickly spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

Many who considered themselves capable came after hearing the news.

This refers to Wei Wen, as well as other powerful individuals who arrived.

When there are too many people, things naturally get chaotic.

However, the arena area where Wei Wen was located remained orderly.

Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be instantly killed by a small golden sword.

When enough people are killed, they become more obedient.

Register in an orderly manner and then take the stage to take on the challenge.

It was out of place amidst the chaos of the battle outside.

This attracted even more people who wanted to see what was going on and, incidentally, to earn hunting points.

Wei Wen was also reaping huge profits.

Those who dare to step into the ring to challenge others at least have a certain area of ​​expertise to rely on.

They have quite a few points.

Taking a long-term approach, Wei Wen would first exchange a few blows before finishing him off.

It leaves onlookers with the impression that "this person is nothing special."

Then, confidently stepping into the ring, he exchanged a few blows, only to be defeated as well.

Wei Wen's points were rising rapidly.

Within two days, they caught up to within the top 500.

Many people saw this.

They thought this was a good idea and followed suit, setting up their own "battlegrounds".

The amounts varied, but most of them were ruined shortly after they were processed.

—He couldn't control the situation at all.

As a result, more and more people gathered around Wei Wen's arena.

On the last day of the qualifiers.

Thor finally arrived after hearing the commotion, and when he saw Wei Wen on the stage, he was so angry that he laughed!

"So you're called Thor?"

"Is there a problem?" Wei Wen retorted. "Aren't people allowed to give nicknames?"

"No!" Thor's eyes widened. "You swear on my name, can't I even ask you?"

"You're not convinced? Come and hit me!" Wei Wen said, beckoning.

Thor has such a fiery temper!

He turned around and went to cause trouble for other people.

Fight Wei Wen?

He must be out of his mind to go and get himself killed!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Amidst heavy footsteps.

A three-meter-tall, muscular man walked in barefoot. His hair was messy, but his eyes were terrifyingly bright.

His gaze swept across the various arenas, his eyes filled with excitement.

Ultimately, Wei Wen was identified.

—This is the highest bounty, so it should be the strongest!

Ignoring the people in line, he walked straight into the ring.

"Hey"

"brush--"

Without the burly man drawing his sword, the one who spoke was cleaved in two, turning into specks of light and disappearing.

"It's a savage!" someone recognized him: "The savage ranked second!"

These words caused an uproar in the audience!

Those nearby quickly moved away, fearing they would be taken advantage of.

Only when Thor was choosing his opponent did he suddenly look up!

He transformed into a bolt of lightning and charged forward, staring intently at Rong Jun.

"So you're the Savage Rong Jun?"

"Are you a tyrant?" Rong Jun said indifferently, "Then let's fight. I'm in a hurry for the next match."

The short sword was swung casually.

"Clang!"

Thor caught the lightning bolt with one hand, his eyes filled with arrogance.

"Savage, you're too arrogant!"

Rong Jun's eyes narrowed slightly, and a slow smile appeared on his lips.

"He's a master, come and fight!"

"war!"

The two engaged in a fierce battle, the aftershocks of which swept in all directions, sending those caught in the blast flying and turning them into data points.

Their combat power is terrifying!

Looking at this fateful battle, Wei Wen's first reaction was—this is hopeless.

If these two fight like this, how can he maintain his ring?

"Alright, it's about time to wrap things up."

Wei Wen waved his hand.

Five divine weapon staffs were lined up in a row, and golden swords surged out from inside like a tide. Under his control of the psychic power amplitude of up to 67, they were indiscriminately shot at everyone around!

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Chapter 61 I'll beat the shit out of you, and then beat you with your own shit!

"A golden dwarf?"

"It's a ghost!"

"Isn't he supposed to be in the realm of light? How come he's using the Golden Void Divine Weapon!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Run!"

"What are we afraid of with so many of us? Let's charge forward side by side!"

"They're mentalists! Numbers don't matter!"

"That mental power is also limited!"