#2469 - Discussion
Zheng Zheyu immediately looked impatient and said to the halfling beside the two, "Halfling, haven't you introduced the rules to the newcomers yet?"
"I'm sorry, the two competitors have just been promoted, and there hasn't been time to inform them of many things." The halfling nodded and explained, "After advancing to S-level competitor, as long as you can maintain your S-level ranking, you can get exchange points at the end of each week. You can use these points to exchange for items for cultivation or healing injuries in the White Hell Arena."
The halfling was used to the situation on each floor, and even wanted to watch a good show.
"Mr. Fang Bai, Mr. Simone, according to your levels, you can currently get 1090 points and 1000 points per week. The points will be directly bound to your invitation cards."
"In addition, after advancing to become an S-level competitor, you will be forced to participate in at least three arena matches per week. Refusing to fight will be considered a default loss."
Simone looked at the hidden hostility in the eyes of the group in the hall and said in a deep voice, "Let's not talk about that. Halfling, does the arena allow this kind of behavior?"
"The arena managers generally do not interfere with sparring between each other, as long as it doesn't result in death. Similarly, within the arena, points are also allowed to be traded between competitors."
"Is that so…"
Simone loosened his fists, stretched his shoulders, and adopted a fighting stance.
A total of only one thousand points, and the other party wants half of it as soon as they open their mouths?
Why should he!
Zheng Zheyu looked at the two of them with an unconvinced look and said, "It's just an exchange fee. I advise you to obediently pay this fee. If there are any good things in the future, we will naturally bring you along…"
"Zheng Zheyu, you've said too much."
The old man raised his hand and stopped Zheng Zheyu from continuing, "Gentlemen, there are rules everywhere. If you pay this point, your safety here will be guaranteed. This is your first time here, and you don't understand many things. Our Area A should be united."
Zheng Zheyu looked at Fang Heng and the others, who were still unmoved, and threatened in a cold voice, "You're quite stubborn, even though you're just an S-level world force… To be honest, it's already very difficult for you to get here. I heard that you're going to have your next match in half an hour, right? Your opponent is from Area D. If you go into the match injured, tsk tsk tsk, the outcome will be…"
"You know quite a lot." Fang Heng turned his head to look at the halfling beside him and asked, "Did you tell them this information?"
The halfling nodded and said, "With some points, this information can be found in the database."
"You guys don't pay much attention to personal privacy…" Fang Heng shrugged and continued to ask, "Okay, what happens if someone is accidentally killed during sparring?"
The halfling opened his mouth, a little surprised by Fang Heng's confidence, and then immediately nodded and said, "Sparring will always result in some casualties, so each floor has a floor supervisor. If the battle reaches a point where life is in danger, the supervisor will intervene. Under normal circumstances, the White Hell Arena will not hold you responsible."
"Understood."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Heng's figure instantly disappeared.
That is!
Everyone's expression changed.
They suddenly realized that they had lost track of Fang Heng.
The shadow of the Grim Reaper appeared behind the old man, and the Death Scythe slashed through the air with a dark light.
"Bang!!!!!"
The protective amulet in front of the old man sensed the danger and shattered with a bang!
The dark aura of death exploded outwards, and the violent fluctuations at close range sent the old man flying backwards!
"Puff!"
The old man was seriously injured and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper!
It wasn't until now that the people in the hall could see Fang Heng in his soul form through special means.
It was actually the Grim Reaper!
No one thought that Fang Heng would take the initiative to attack in front of so many people.
And his movements were so ghostly!
He actually seriously injured Old Shen with one move!
What the hell!
He was clearly just an S-stage world.
How could a human of this strength appear!?
"Old Shen!"
"Stop him!"
However, Fang Heng's speed was faster than everyone expected. In the moment that everyone was stunned, Fang Heng's figure disappeared again, and in the next instant, his figure floated behind the old man like a ghost.
"Stop!"
A loud shout suddenly rang out.
Fang Heng sneered in his heart.
Hehe!
The Death Scythe swung out again!
"Chih!"
A dark light flashed again.
This time, there was no violent explosion like before, only a slight sound.
A dark light appeared on the old man's neck, his eyes lost their luster, his body quickly stiffened, and he fell straight to the ground, without any breath.
Whoosh!
A middle-aged man with a fanged mask flashed out from the back of the hall, staring at Fang Heng, with a hint of anger in his eyes.
"I told you to stop!"
"Yeah, I heard you, but who are you?"
As Fang Heng spoke, he raised his head, and a layer of dark light attached to his eyes.
The old man seemed to have some special ability to save his life. The soul body was trying to escape from the hall from the shackles of the Death Realm.
Whoosh!
Fang Heng quickly stretched out his hand and clenched it in the air.
"Bang!"
The old man's soul body instantly annihilated.
[System Notification: The player's current guidance has caused a soul (A-level) under special influence to enter the Death Realm and fall into depravity. The player has gained +10,000 leader-level Grim Reaper bloodline experience].
The middle-aged man with the fanged mask realized that the soul body in the air had been destroyed, frowned, and looked at Fang Heng, "It's fine to kill someone, but to annihilate the soul body as well, isn't that a bit too cruel?"
"Birth, old age, sickness, and death are the fate of reincarnation. Destroying the rules is not allowed in our Death Realm."
Fang Heng slowly returned to his human form, turned around, and looked at the middle-aged man with the fanged mask, "You're funny, telling me, a Grim Reaper, about cruelty?"
"Hmph, I won't argue with you. Remember, I'm the supervisor of the 62nd floor."
The middle-aged man with the fanged mask snorted coldly.
As the supervisor of the 62nd floor, the 62nd floor had always been safe and sound in the past, so he had relaxed his vigilance. He didn't expect that these two newcomers would be ruthless characters who would take action at the slightest disagreement.
Moreover, their strength far exceeded his expectations. By the time he realized that something was wrong and wanted to come and stop them, it was already too late.
He had wasted a magic seed.
"Don't think that Grim Reapers can run rampant here. In the White Hell Arena, no one can keep winning. Your abilities have exceeded this place. Hurry up and advance and leave. Also, don't continue killing people here, or don't blame me for being rude."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man with the fanged mask slowly turned into nothingness and completely disappeared.
