Twenty contestants have already stood in the martial arts field in a row. Those who can go through layers of competition to reach this point are all elites.

The most eye-catching of these twenty people is Murong Ningyue. The casino in Fanxian City has opened a special handicap for this competition, and the odds for Murong Ningyue to win the championship are as high as 1 to 0:1!

In other words, almost everyone is optimistic about Murong Ningyue's championship. Even under such extreme circumstances, a large number of people still place bets on Murong Ningyue's championship. Only a small number of gamblers who like to compete for their luck will place bets on other contestants.

"After two rounds of competition, there are only 20 of you who are originally 10,000. In the next third round, three of you will be selected from you 20 as the top three in this competition, and the final champion will be selected among these 20."

As soon as Dongfang Hongsheng finished speaking, the faces of the twenty contestants in the martial arts arena were mixed.

Some were full of excitement and seemed to be very satisfied with their ability to get to this point, while others glared at Murong Ningyue from time to time. This was obviously a person who had a deep hatred for Murong Ningyue.

The one who is most indifferent is Murong Ningyue. It seems that she should have stood here. Murong Ningyue's expression looks neither sad nor happy. Even if she wins the championship, she probably won't have too much emotional fluctuation, because this is indeed not a difficult thing for her.

"I believe you must want to know the rules of the game. The rules of the game are that there are no rules. Twenty of you will have a melee on the same field. If you feel that you can't stand it, you can take the initiative to leave the court. Otherwise, you will be killed on the field and you will not be blamed. I hope everyone will not waste their lives for the sake of victory! The three people who are still alive in the field will be the final promotion!"

Dongfang Hongsheng quickly announced the rules of the competition. After Dongfang Hongsheng finished speaking, everyone's eyes focused on Murong Ningyue and wanted to know.

Everyone wants to know whether Murong Ningyue will start killing again in this game. It would be interesting if she directly killed all the other nineteen people.

Not only those who watched the game thought so, but even the other nineteen contestants standing with Murong Ningyue looked at Murong Ningyue with a look of alertness.

Murong Ningyue's performance in the previous rounds was too cruel and bloody. People who had already made good friends gave Murong Ningyue a nickname for the God of Killing.

The advancer in this round of competition is the final champion. Murong Ningyue is still very likely to start a big killing. You must know that if only Murong Ningyue is left to advance, she will not have to compete again and will be the champion of this competition. Think about it, will she be lenient?

Tie Changwei was very sensitive to other contestants' vigilance towards Murong Ningyue. Although he wanted to avenge his sister and even had a desire to die, if he could survive, no one was willing to die.

Soon a layer of spiritual shield appeared around the martial arts field, which was arranged by Dongfang Hongsheng himself. Unless the ninth-grade immortal took action, it would be impossible to break through this shield.

Instead, the contestants were standing in the martial arts field at this time, maintaining a safe distance between each other. Just as everyone was waiting for an opportunity to move, Tie Changwei suddenly spoke.
Chapter completed!