“Are you ready?”

On the fighting stage, the referee was wearing a black suit and a golden referee badge hung on his chest, and his eyes swept over the two.

Di Chang's eyes were slightly cold, he glanced at the referee and said lightly: "I have no problem."

"Where are you?" The referee looked at Lin Fan.

“Can you start.”

The referee nodded, stood in the center of the fighting platform, raised his right hand and waved it down, and the whistle blew: "The battle begins!"

The referee quickly retreated to the edge of the fighting platform.

"I first entered the third level fighter."

Lin Fan judged the referee's strength.

During his chat with Ao Jin, he learned that the 100th floor of the arena, whether it is the bet players or the referee, his strength basically does not exceed the limit of the third-level fighter.

Only above 100 levels can there be level 4 fighters and level 6 fighters.

Above 200th floors are level 7 fighters and level 9 fighters.

100th floor is a hurdle, and 200th floor is another hurdle.

If you want to participate in the World Fighting Competition, you must enter the 200th floor of the arena to be eligible to know how to obtain a place in the World Fighting Competition.

Of course, there are also examples, such as him, such as Aojin, who must have more than Level 3 fighters among the first-time contestants, but most of them choose to jump to the level. Because above 100 levels, there will be a certain reward regardless of winning or losing.

"Twenty games a day, half a month is enough." Lin Fan thought.

The World Championship starts half a month later, and it should be said that the quota for the World Championship ends half a month later.

Of course, he can also choose to jump off the floor, which can save a lot of time, but there is no need. He hasn't fought with people much, and his actual combat ability is much worse. He wants to rely on this period of time to hone his skills.

"court death!"

Seeing Lin Fan not moving, Di Chang's face turned cold and his body rushed out in an instant, as fast as a cheetah, dozens of meters away, from the distance between his feet and his arrival, it only took one breath.

For ordinary people, this speed is absolutely terrifying.

"Level 2 Fighter?" Lin Fan looked calm and easily flashed Di Chang's heavy punch.

Di Chang attacked repeatedly, but he couldn't even touch the corner of Lin Fan's clothes.

"The cosmic energy points of the level nine fighter are only seventy points more than the level two fighter, but the gap is more than a hundred times."

For example, 99 points is the limit of the Nine-level Fighter, but 100 points is the one-star fighter. It seems that the difference is only 1 point. What’s the reality? It’s inestimable!

"I just know how to hide. I have the ability to fight against me. I admit that your friend is strong, but I'm too shameless. With that kind of strength, I'll be gambled on the first floor. I'm crazy about money!"

Di Chang was angry and kept attacking, but was surprised in his heart. This person was dodging so fast!

"Boy, end it quickly, otherwise I won't give you a rent exemption, and my odds are actually 0, which is really unlucky!"

In the distance, there was a dissatisfaction sound from the h-dou platform.

Lin Fan turned his head and saw Ao Jin's opponent walking down the stage with a lonely face, obviously choosing to admit defeat.

"Okay." Lin Fan smiled helplessly. He didn't care about renting, but he didn't want to waste time. It took a lot of time to fight twenty games a day.

Stand still.

Di Chang's fist happened to hit, and he raised his hand lightly to grab it.

Di Chang's pupils shrank, and he felt as if his fist was being grabbed by an iron plier and could not move.

"I don't want to hurt you, I will give in and prepare for the next game."

"ridiculous!"

Di Chang was furious, twisted his body, and his whole body soared into the air, like Thomas circling and swept towards Lin Fan's neck with one kick.

Lin Fan let go and leaned back. Di Chang's soles of his feet were pressed against the tip of his nose. The moment he passed, Lin Fan's toes raised and controlled the force to land on Di Chang's waist.

With a scream, Di Chang was kicked high and then fell heavily to the ground, his face pale and unable to move.

"It's heavy? It seems that the control of the force is far from enough." Lin Fan shook his head.

“1!2!3!4…”

The referee appeared beside Di Chang at this time, crawling on the ground and reciting the numbers.

Lin Fan watched quietly.

The rules of the battle are that the opponent cannot get up after falling to the ground, and the opponent cannot launch an attack. If the opponent does not stand up within ten seconds, the tens of them will be deducted directly.

“10!”

"Sheng Fang, Lin Fan!"

The referee announced that a warm shout immediately came from all directions.

On the screen above, Lin Fan's avatar has the word "win" and Di Chang shows "loser".

"With your strength, you can directly upgrade to the 10th floor. Do you choose to upgrade?" The referee asked with a machine that issued a certificate in his hand and looked up.

"Thank you, no need." Lin Fan shook his head and turned around and walked off the fighting platform.

"Boy, it's not bad. He's very hard. That guy is probably useless." Aojin walked up to greet with a smile.

Lin Fan was helpless, he really didn't want to destroy the other party.

"I keep my word and I will be exempt from rent in the future. I will live as long as I want. Is that... Have you chosen to upgrade the floor? Will I still participate in it?" Aojin rubbed his hands, with an expectant smile on his face.

"No, we naturally have to participate, after all, we can make money."

Lin Fan smiled and took out the gold and silver card to see that as soon as the game ended, the reward for victory had already arrived. After deducting 10% of the handling fee, he would get 80,600 gold.

"clever!"

Okin laughed: "Let's go, go to the next game, you have to work hard. Whether you can get rich or not depends on you."

"You won't participate?" Lin Fan was stunned.

"Me?" Aojin curled his lips: "I'm participating, but I've directly upgraded the floor. It's 150th floor. I'm afraid there's no odds below me."

Lin Fan nodded in approval. He didn't know that Ao Jin's strength would give odds, so he was going to lose money.

...

The second win! The odds are 0.44, and the 111,680 gold.

The third game is win! It is worth 110,000 gold, with an odds of 0.36, and a 145,610 gold.

The fourth game is win! It is worth 140,000 gold, with an odds of 0.28, and a score of 175,280 gold.

The fifth win...

The sixth win...

...

The tenth game win! The odds are 0.15, and the 283,750 gold are won.

...

"Comfortable! You made a lot of money, right?" Aojin poked Lin Fan with his elbow.

"It's not as much as you." Lin Fan's mouth twitched. Although he didn't know how much Aojin had put, he must have more than him.

But it should be less than much. In low-end occasions below 100 floors, 1 million gold was topped off. Even if Aojin beats 1 million in every game, the total number of odds of this decline is no more than three million.

"It's expanded!"

Three million, he hasn't seen so much money now.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to a meal, and continue after the meal!" Ao Jin hooked up with Lin Fan's shoulder and became "affectionate". Compared with his previous attitude, one day and one earth.

Lin Fan did not refuse.

Aojin was also quite generous. He drove to a high-end restaurant not far from the arena and had a luxurious meal worth ten thousand gold.

Lin Fan felt very luxurious.

"Stay working hard next, don't let me down."

O'Kindern picked his teeth and said happily.

"Okay." Lin Fan smiled.

After the meal, the two continued to return to the arena.

"Huh? What's the situation?" Aojin suddenly looked at the gate of the arena in confusion.

The door was surrounded by figures, all of whom were shocked.

Lin Fan glanced at him and saw that his vision was blocked and he could not see the specificity inside, but there was a clear sound in his ear.

"Mr. Mofei, please stop! Fighting is not allowed here!" This is the voice of the fighting staff.

"What's going on?" Another man's voice rang out with footsteps.

"Secretary-General, Mr. Mofei, he..."

"It's you!"

"Why, are you going to stop me?" An angry voice came, probably the man named Mofei.

Lin Fan was puzzled, someone dared to cause trouble in the arena?

Needless to say, Sudar and Meng Lianyi are definitely the ultimate power of level nine fighters. Starting from the 200th floor, there is a poster who passes 10th floor. He must be the strongest among level nine fighters. He belongs to his own people in the arena and needs to maintain the rules of the arena.

Not to mention ordinary level nine fighters, even the ultimate strong man of level nine fighters dare not cause trouble in the arena.

"I won't stop you, but you should know the rules of the arena. Once you kill this person, you will be permanently deprived of the qualification to come to the arena. You know what this means! If you don't know, I can remind you that you will not be able to participate in the World Championship!"
Chapter completed!