In the third grade competition arena, since the students' strength has reached the level of martial arts masters, they are also considered a good master outside. In addition, most of the students in the third grade are young people around the age of 20. They have the fastest improvement in their strength and the greatest potential. They are the most suitable investment targets and have attracted a large number of audiences.

The senior leaders of the academy, senior leaders of various empires, and senior leaders of major forces in various places every year, make the third stadium extremely popular. Even compared with the fourth stadium, it is almost the same. Once you get excellent results in a small competition, you will definitely gain a high reputation.

After learning about some information about the college competition from Xu Yan, Zhao Hu began to think about how to get the greatest benefits in the college competition and win the first place.

Think about it ￠wán￠￠￠￠￠￠￠ｅ, ≈.☆♀.≡ To get the first place in the third grade of the college’s junior high school, your own strength and combat effectiveness are the most basic and important. Therefore, before the college’s junior high school, you must find a way to improve your own strength as much as possible, and try to improve your strength by one star before the small competition, becoming an eight-star, and preferably a nine-star magician.

If you want to upgrade from a seven-star sorcerer to a nine-star sorcerer in just over twenty days, the usual method will definitely not work. You must take precious treasures, or break through your own potential and quickly improve your strength in a life-and-death battle.

Thinking of this, a trace of firmness flashed in Zhao Hu's eyes. For the first place, to step on those geniuses, and to get the greatest benefits in the college competition, I fought hard!

In the northeast district of the Outer College of Qinglong Academy, in the center of a huge underground arena with a spacious and large audience of millions of spectators, a man with a naked upper body and a dark face, holding a black spear in his hand and fighting a ten-foot-high fifth-level ape. Hundreds of thousands of spectators on the ring-shaped audience stage of the arena were shouting loudly.

A young man wearing a tight black combat suit, wearing a pair of bronze fists on his hands and a bronze mask on his face, watched the battle in the arena for a while, and left the circular audience area and headed to the registration office in the arena.

This young man with a bronze mask is Zhao Hu. He wants to go through life and death battles in the arena and break through his limits. In just over twenty days, he will practice "The Ancient Fist of the Wild" to the second level, and win the world to achieve rapid improvement in his strength.

Yes, after thinking for a long time, Zhao Hu felt that it was too difficult for him to upgrade from a seven-star sorcerer to a nine-star sorcerer within more than twenty days, so he took his attention to the ancient fist of the wilderness. The ancient fist of the wilderness is a very powerful skill, and it is also a martial art. It can be regarded as a killer weapon in the academy competition. When the opponent is not able to see it, he suddenly takes action and defeats it.

"Name? Strength?" asked the staff at the registration office of the arena without raising their heads.

The arena is a dangerous place and a place where you can gain fame and money. There are endless people coming to the arena to sign up every day. The staff of the arena have long been used to it. Except for some gladiators with great prestige and many fans, other people participating in the fight cannot arouse their interest.

"God of War! Martial Artist!" Zhao Hu said without hesitation.

"Arrogant! This is your number, I hope you don't die in the trial field!" When Zhao Hu actually called himself the God of War, the staff member in charge of registering the arena couldn't help but look up at Zhao Hu, and said sarcastically with disdain.

Zhao Hu ignored the sarcasm of the gladiator staff, took the number plate directly, took a look, No. 32, and walked towards the trial field in the gladiator.

The gladiator in the central area of ​​the gladiator are not something you can participate in if you want to participate. You must go through the test field to prove that your strength is strong enough and stronger than the warriors of the same level. You can only enter the central area of ​​the gladiator to fight, earn gold coins and prestige, or die tragically at the hands of the enemy.

When Zhao Hu entered the spacious trial field, dozens of warriors who had come to sign up were already waiting in line.

After taking a look at the environment in the trial field, Zhao Hu walked to the back of the team and quietly waited for his test.

"No. 32! God of War!" A man in charge of the test picked up the record book in his hand and shouted loudly, raised his head, and looked at Zhao Hu with a surprised look.

Seeing Zhao Hu proclaiming himself as the God of War, dozens of warriors behind him looked at Zhao Hu with astonishment. One of them had a long sword on his waist. The big man standing behind Zhao Hu even laughed loudly: "A small martial artist dares to call himself the God of War. He is really arrogant, and he is purely seeking death!"

Zhao Hu ignored everyone's astonished gazes, but just looked at the man who laughed at him coldly. A cold murderous intent shot out from his body and enveloped the man's body, causing him to shiver involuntarily, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

After glanced at the big man with disdainful eyes, Zhao Hu took back the strong cold murderous aura on his body and walked straight to the center of the trial field.

Feeling the strong cold murderous aura released from Zhao Hu, those who showed shock on their faces and wanted to laugh at Zhao Hu closed their mouths and pressed down the ridicule that was about to blurt out, so as not to be affected by Zhao Hu's concern and revenge. They looked at the man who had just started to laugh at Zhao Hu with pity.

Seeing Zhao Hu walking to the center of the trial field, the man in charge of the test looked at Zhao Hu carefully with an admiring look and said, "The murderous aura has transformed! It seems that there are many people who die in your hands! Our arena needs people like you!"

After saying that, the man in charge of the test waved his hand and signaled that the trial could begin.

After receiving the man's instructions, two warriors wearing gladiatorial costumes immediately opened a large cage and released a third-level violent ape more than ten feet tall.

The third-level violent ape walked out of the cage, immediately slapped his chest with both hands, made a cheerful roar, and then looked at Zhao Hu with violent and fierce eyes.

The third-level violent ape already possesses a certain amount of wisdom and knows that Zhao Hu is his enemy. Only by defeating Zhao Hu can it survive and receive generous food and treatment. Otherwise, it will not get any food and even die tragically at the hands of Zhao Hu.

Feeling the strong murderous intent and violent aura released from the third-level violent ape's eyes, the man who had ridiculed Zhao Hu was secretly excited in his heart, hoping that God would protect him and let Zhao Hu die tragically under the fist of the third-level violent ape. In this way, he could avoid Zhao Hu's possible revenge.

After looking at the third-level violent ape, a trace of disdain flashed in Zhao Hu's eyes, and his body moved, turning into a black afterimage, galloping towards the third-level violent ape.

Seeing that Zhao Hu was the first to attack him, the third-level violent ape seemed to have been greatly insulted, and roared angrily, took a step forward, and met Zhao Hu. His huge fists, with terrifying power, blasted towards Zhao Hu's head.

Facing the fist attack of the third-level violent ape, Zhao Hu's speed did not decrease, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and waved it gently to meet the huge fist of the third-level violent ape.

"Oh my god! He actually wants to fight against the third-level violent ape!"

"Arrogant! Don't he know that even a warrior at the level of a great martial artist would not dare to fight against a third-level violent ape?"

"Does he want to die?"

“,,,,”

Waiting for the warriors, he saw Zhao Hu raise his fist and want to fight against the third-level violent ape to compete for power. He couldn't help but exclaim, and the person in charge of the trial field lit up his eyes and looked at Zhao Hu with anticipation.

Boom! Zhao Hu's fist, which shined with a black edge, hit hard with the huge fist of the third-level violent ape in everyone's expecting gaze, making a dull collision sound.

The third-level violent ape's body, which was more than ten feet tall, was like a kite with a broken string. It flew backwards in the horrified and unbelievable eyes of everyone, and fell heavily on the bluestone floor more than ten meters away. It made a shrill scream. A trace of red blood overflowed from the third-level violent ape's mouth. A pair of unscrupulous eyes looked at Zhao Hu with horror.

"Damn! Is this still a human? How can humans have more ferocious power than wild beasts!"

"This, this is incredible!"

“,,,,”

The mercenary warriors who were waiting for the test opened their mouths wide and pointed at Zhao Hu, who had taken three steps back and suffered no damage at all, and pointed and said.

"I want to challenge the above level!" Zhao Hu turned to the man in charge of the test, and said.

"No problem! Come on, release the fourth-level demon tiger!" Hearing Zhao Hu's words, the man in charge of the test flashed with an excited light in his eyes. He agreed to Zhao Hu's request without hesitation and immediately issued an order to the gladiator staff around him.

Ao! Ao! Ao! Ao!

The fourth-level demon tiger walked out of the iron cage, looked at Zhao Hu with a vigilant look on his face, and grinned with his teeth and made a huge tiger roar, as if it was demonstrating to Zhao Hu, and as if it was encouraging his courage.

After a glance at the fourth-level demon tiger more than ten meters away, a trace of lightning flashed in Zhao Hu's eyes, and his body moved, and he rushed out like lightning. His huge fist shone with a sharp black edge, and with terrifying power, he shot towards the fourth-level demon tiger. Mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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