Failed to escape the tribulation and returned to Earth to attend college

Newman's face turned livid and he shook his head in horror. It turned out that this was what he meant by penetration.

If you don’t have enough chips to exchange for the treasure in the treasure room, just swipe it until you have enough. Anyway, no matter what opponent you are, it can be killed instantly with one move. Once all the fighters, including the official ones, and even yourself, will be killed by this Jincheng Six If he kills them all, all the treasures inside will be his.

This is even within the rules of the underground arena.

Newman panicked and quickly informed Franklin of his theory.

"What, this guy is so loud! He actually wants to empty out my treasure room? Does he know that it has been treasured by the English royal family for thousands of years? Does he dare!"

Franklin was angry again.

"Now it's not a question of whether he dares, sir, but that he's already doing it."

Newman said seriously, he thought of an idea, "How about... let's say that according to the rules of the ring, a person can only fight once in a day, or... simply say that we have no more thugs, and the ring will be canceled today?"

"Absolutely not."

Franklin immediately refused, "If you add temporary rules, you can't afford to play. The reputation of the arena will be immediately discredited. Moreover, when we promoted it to the outside world, we used blood and death as our selling point. Now we are scared when we encounter a tough challenge. We smile when we win and lose when we lose." If there are no more thugs after a round of fighting, then who will come in the future? If no one comes, who will fill in the empire's plans?"

Newman kept nodding, "Sorry, I was careless."

He realized there was no way back from the ring.

"If there are no thugs today, he will come tomorrow and fight one wheel a day. Then he will come and kill seven every day. One day he will kill all our people."

Another SSS-level powerhouse, Hans, spoke slowly, "Escape and delay are never useful. We have only one way to go, and that is to kill Jincheng Liu, today, right now!"

He, Franklin and Henry looked at each other, and the three top experts nodded slowly at the same time.

"Newman, release our 'warriors' and follow this Jincheng Liu to kill and see how many he can kill. The three of us will go to the ring together and work with King Jin Ku to find out this man's flaws. Four He's an SSS-level guy, and if you can't do anything about an A-level brat, then I might as well die."

Hans waved his hand, and Newman quickly took the order.

……

The second wheel battle began, and Chen Xun's opponent was a Middle Eastern monk named Auguston.

Logically speaking, after seeing the miserable end of Chen Xun's opponent, no one should want to compete with him in the ring.

However, Auguston came to fight with a smile on his face, his steps were calm and unhurried, and he looked calm and relaxed.

"Friends from the audience, Mr. Jin's second personal wheel battle has officially begun. His first opponent is the A+ strong man, Mr. Auguston, the explosives genius in the Middle East. I have seen Mr. Jin's power and he can continue to win. Or is it that Auguston used his special skill of suicide to kill himself with Mr. Jin by using the physical explosion? Please place your bets!"

The DJ’s fanatical shouts echoed throughout the underground again.

Affected by the previous round, Chen Xun left an almost invincible impression on the audience. The number of people betting on him to win doubled exponentially, reaching the astronomical figure of 3.1 billion in one minute.

At this time, some discordant sounds sounded from the scene.

"Huh? This Auguston looks familiar. I feel like I've seen him somewhere."

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Anyone who can come on stage at this time must be a regular visitor to the arena. I testify that I have seen this Middle Eastern man fight before. He shouted 'Allah' and wanted to self-destruct whenever he disagreed. The result was that every time Miraculously survived.”

"No! What I mean is... last time I saw him being cornered, it seemed like he really blew himself up and died. A stray bullet also took away two spectators in the front row!"

"What? You must have remembered it wrong. He blew himself up and died last time. Who is on the field now?"

"He remembered correctly. I was also there that day. The huge explosion attracted everyone's attention. It was this Auguston! He should have been blown to pieces, so why now..."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and people were divided into two groups.

A small number of people said with certainty that they saw Auguston blow himself up and die. Others laughed and said that they remembered it wrong. The best proof is that the person is still alive. People in the Middle East all look similar and have different names. It's weird, and it's not surprising that you recognized the wrong person.

Auguston himself was not affected at all. He came to the ring with steady steps and a mysterious smile on his face.

Chen Xun looked at him quietly, seeing through his body the essence of his survival.

"The look in your eyes makes me very unhappy." Auguston smiled ferociously.

"He can still speak. It seems his intelligence is still there." Chen Xun said calmly.

"No, I am still me, and my consciousness is still my previous consciousness, but I will have eternal life from now on. For me before, self-destruction was the ultimate art that can only be used once in my life. However, now, I have received a gift from Allah. How can I not be overjoyed with the gift you have given me!”

Auguston looked sternly.

"You haven't even lived for three hundred years, yet you dare to talk about eternal life like an ant." Chen Xun was unwilling to talk nonsense with such a puppet, and raised his chin at him, indicating that he would come to the stage to die.

"I remember you said that anyone who stands on the ring will perish. In the wheel battle just now, you did carry out this promise. We wonder if you are a Virgo, have obsessive-compulsive disorder, or..." Auguston tilted his head. He smiled meaningfully, "The treasure you used that can kill people instantly can only be triggered within a certain range?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up high and threw three detonators in an instant!

"Lie down!"

The audience in the front row exclaimed loudly.

Auguston launched an attack, but he himself was outside the scope of the ring. This was a method that the ring officials thought of to restrict Chen Xun, in order to test whether the treasure he was carrying really had a range limit.

The detonator exploded instantly, and the formation that could limit the monk's realm was unable to defend against physical attacks. Suddenly, large chunks of granite on the surface of the arena cracked.

"Hahaha! I can't beat you, but can you kill me? I, Auguston, can only die in my own hands. If anything goes wrong, I will explode myself, Allah!"

Auguston laughed in the air, holding a detonator in his mouth and holding a windproof lighter in his right hand.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

DJ seemed to have ash in his mouth. He spit out twice and cursed angrily, "What a disgrace to a monk! It's the first time I've seen a martial artist throwing bombs in a duel! Mr. Jin, please kill him!"

"Shut up, you know Der? Do you know that art is explosion!"

Auguston was furious, "Force me to go to the commentary room and die with you again!"