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"Today, the Beastman Competition will be held in the Beast Battling Arena. Everyone can bet as much as you want." Pang Kun Sheng loudly shouted.

When the Beast Fighting Arena was having the Beastman Competition, the organizers would encourage everyone to place their bets.

The surroundings of the Beast Battling Arena became restless.

Everyone began to discuss the bet.

The rules of the Orc Competition were very simple.

Two beastmen had entered the Colosseum. One had to die, and the other had to die.

There was no second possibility.

Once a cultivator became a Beastman, they could die at any moment.

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic. We will send Hou Yong to the Beast Fighting Arena in the first round." Pang Kun Sheng yelled.

As soon as he finished.

Immediately.

Pang Kun Sheng came out from the Beast Battling Arena.

A level eight cultivator from the God Realm entered the Beast Fighting Arena.

This eighth stage cultivator of the God Realm was Hou Yong.

"Who's going to challenge me!" Within the Beast Battling Arena, Hou Yong's ice-cold gaze swept across everyone present as he roared.

After the Beastmen of the Colosseum became famous.

It was possible that the rich people of the Nine Tribes Holy Land would buy them.

Moreover, they could get a handsome commission.

The currency used in the Nine Desolations Holy Land was the Formless Coin.

"I'll do it!" Zhang He Ming entered the Beast Battling Arena.

At this moment.

In the Beast Battling Arena.

Hou Yong and Zhang He Ming stared at each other.

The bets had also begun.

Those who bet on Hou Yong winning and Zhang He Ming winning each took half.

"I bet ten million Formless Coins on Hou Yong." Nanyun said grandly.

After the bet ended.

Hou Yong and Zhang He Ming started fighting.

"Leopard Phantom!" The moment Hou Yong attacked, he executed his strongest martial skill, the Leopard Phantom Shadow.

Immediately.

An afterimage of a leopard materialized from Hou Yong's body.0

"Trash!" Zhang He Ming snorted in disdain. Then, he took out a sword from his storage ring and slashed towards Hou Yong.

Seeing this scene, Hou Yong shouted with all his might, "Go!"

Just as the shout was finished.

The leopard's afterimage charged at Zhang He Ming.

One breath later.

The sword in Zhang He Ming's hand collided with the afterimage of the leopard.

Under the gazes of tens of millions of cultivators.

The afterimage of the leopard shattered and scattered on the ground, disappearing into nothingness.

Meanwhile, the sword in Zhang He Ming's hand continued moving forward.

"Ah!" Hou Yong looked on helplessly as Zhang He Ming's sword hacked into his body and his body fell to the ground; he died just like that.

Such a result made those people who had bet on Zhang He Ming to be ecstatic and extremely happy.

Those who bet on Hou Yong were cursing him for being trash.

"Nan Li, when we go back, I will heavily reward you." Nanyun had a radiant smile on her face.

Zhang He Ming was an orc that Nanli had found for her.

Zhang He Ming had grown a long face for her.

Naturally, she would reward Nan.

The rewards and penalties were clear and reasonable.

"Thank you, Eldest Miss." Nanli quickly cupped her hands and said.

With that, Nan Li looked at Nan Ting and Lin Fei, taunting them, "Nan Ting, the beastmen you found, how much face did they throw at Eldest Miss? Look at the beastmen I found, how much face did they give Eldest Miss."

Nan Ting was about to die from grievance.

More and more, she regretted trying to bring Lin Fei back to be Eldest Miss's beastman.

There were no benefits at all.

The downside came one after another.

"Lin Fei, you are just a piece of trash. No, I'm just saying that you are a piece of trash. I'm praising you." Nan Ting coldly glanced at Lin Fei, cursing from the bottom of her heart.

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