Chapter 352

As soon as the news of Gu Ding's team's seventy consecutive victories was released, the entire War God Arena was in an uproar.

With seventy consecutive victories, Gu Ding and his crew's points soared to 5,080 points. They jumped from the 253rd floor of the War God Arena to the 509th floor.

It was rare to see such a leap in points in the War God Arena. Now that there were five of them, many powerhouses began to pay attention to Gu Ding's team.

Many people above the 300th floor began to pay attention to Gu Ding's team. They were more concerned about whether Gu Ding's team could gain a foothold above the 500th floor.

That was because for consecutive victories like this, if the winning streak was interrupted in the next round, the points multiplier of the previous winning streak would be revoked. Gu Ding's team was currently on a 70-round winning streak. If the 71st round was a draw or a loss, the current multiplier effect of 5,080 points would be revoked, leaving them with only half of 2,540 points. However, if they won the 71st round and lost the following rounds, the multiplier effect would not be affected. Therefore, the first round after every winning streak was the round to gain a foothold, and it was very important.

Gu Ding did not care so much. He looked at the challenge page projected in front of him. The challenge button had turned gray and could not be selected. He did not understand this. After scratching his head, he asked Neptune, "Is the system broken?"

"Broken my * ss! Can't you take a good look at the rules of the competition? "Neptune could not help but scold. "You can't apply for subsequent rounds on the day you pass the 300th floor. The purpose is to let the contestants recuperate so that they can fight in their best condition.

"Also, after the 300th floor, the rules of the competition have changed greatly. The first rule is that you can only participate in a maximum of three battles per day. The second rule is that if you win three or more rounds in a row, you can be stopped by powerhouses on higher floors, but the limit cannot be higher than the 100th floor. If you win six or more rounds in a row, the floor limit will be raised to the 200th floor. If you win nine rounds in a row, anyone below the 1000th floor can participate in the stop. If the stop is successful, the stop will be rewarded according to the opponent's strength.

"In other words, if you win three rounds in a row on the 509th floor, anyone below the 609th floor can apply for a stop from the system. If he won six matches in a row, anyone below the 709th floor would be able to request an interception. As for the tenth match after nine consecutive victories, it's obvious that they don't want to let anyone win. Even the powerhouses who have obtained the qualification to enter the Cosmic Sea from the 800th floor and above might take part. "

"Anyone who gets a direct pass should be very strong." Gu Ding grinned, revealing his pearly white teeth. It was obvious that he was more interested in the stronger the opponent. "It's a pity that we can only compete three times a day."

Gu Ding wandered around the Arena on the 509th floor and watched the matches in several rings, but he was not too surprised. These people's battle prowess was only around that of a Two-star Lower Deity, so they were not much of a threat to him.

Just as he was about to leave the War God Arena, he caught a glimpse of a boy about seven or eight years old standing in one of the rings. This caught Gu Ding's attention. Every floor of the War God Arena was directly sent up by the system. For the little boy to appear on this floor meant that he was strong enough to stand here. However, his opponent was so young, which made Gu Ding want to watch the match to the end.

In the ring, the little boy had a shaved head and was dressed in a green monk's robe. His opponent was a brawny man who was more than two meters tall. His face was full of muscles, and he looked very scary. The weapon in his hand was a heavy hammer.

The little monk was extremely skinny, and he looked a little afraid when he saw his opponent. His eyes kept glancing at the other young monk below the ring. Below the ring, the young monk did not look very old. He looked like he was about sixteen or seventeen years old.

"These two are Warrior Monks," Neptune reminded Gu Ding. "Warrior Monks are a school of thought left behind by the Buddhist Cultivator Civilization during the Middle Ages. The Buddhist Cultivator Civilization is very unique. They focus on cultivating the heart and strengthening the soul. They think that the flesh is just skin, so they don't pay much attention to the cultivation of the flesh. However, during the Middle Ages, the Buddhist Cultivator Civilization split. Some thought that it was necessary to have a strong body, and they called it the Warrior Monk Sect. After the Warrior Monk Sect appeared, many powerhouses began to emerge in the Buddhist Cultivator Civilization. Because their souls were extremely strong, they could cultivate twice the results with half the effort. "

In the ring, the little monk quickly fell into a predicament. He was constantly being chased by his opponent, and he only focused on escaping. He had many opportunities to fight back, but he missed them all.

Gu Ding could also see that the little monk was not weak, but he was a little timid.

"Sakyamuni, stop running. Fight back!" The young monk below the ring could not stand it anymore and shouted sternly.

The little monk hesitated and stopped in his tracks. He steeled his heart and closed his eyes. Then, he turned around and threw a very neat set of punches. Each punch landed firmly on his opponent's body. After completing the twelve punches, he opened his eyes. His opponent's body had already begun to rapidly disintegrate.

Gu Ding nodded with satisfaction. Although the set of punches was too rigid, the little monk was obviously very familiar with the set of punches. His movements were very smooth, and there was almost nothing to nitpick about. Gu Ding looked around and felt that out of all the matches he had watched, the little monk was the strongest.

After getting out of the ring, the little monk kept his head down and did not dare to look at the young monk.

"Your performance today is not as good as yesterday." The young monk rubbed the little monk's head. "Didn't I tell you not to panic when you meet an opponent?"

"But I'm scared …" The little monk said, feeling wronged.

"Are you afraid of losing?" The young monk raised his eyebrows and asked.

"No!" The little monk shook his head innocently.

"Then are you afraid of pain?" The young monk continued to ask.

"No!" The little monk shook his head again.

"Then what are you afraid of?" The young monk asked, puzzled.

"But that person looks so fierce. I'm scared." The little monk finally told the truth.

"Master, didn't you always say that the body is a foreign object? How can you be scared by a body? "The young monk lectured," If you're afraid of humans, what will you do if you meet a Zerg in the future? "

"That's right. Not only are many Zergs ugly when they're alive, but their blood is also green and sticky when they die." Gu Ding tried to scare the little monk.

He could also tell that these two young monks should be Senior Brother and Junior Brother. The little monk was not weak. Although his senior brother was young, his aura was like the calm surface of a lake, making it difficult for Gu Ding to guess how strong he was. This made Gu Ding feel a little strange and he immediately walked toward the two.

Hearing Gu Ding's words, the little monk squeaked and hid behind the young monk, only showing half of his head as he peeked at Gu Ding.

"My name is Gu Ding." Gu Ding introduced himself.

"Senior brother, senior brother … He's the leader of the team of five powerhouses who won seventy rounds in a row!" The little monk tugged at the back of the young monk's shirt and reminded him in a low voice. "They're Interstellar Pirates …"

After listening to Gu Ding's introduction, the little monk was a little afraid of Gu Ding. He did not know if it was because of Gu Ding's strength or Gu Ding's identity as an Interstellar Pirate. He had been hiding behind his senior brother and refused to come out.

The young monk naturally knew Gu Ding's identity. The War God Arena had broadcasted the news of Gu Ding's team's consecutive victories three times in a day. Everyone in the War God Arena had heard it clearly. Moreover, after Gu Ding's team's seventy consecutive victories, there was no end to the discussion about Gu Ding.

However, the young monk was still very calm, like the surface of a lake without any waves. He put his palms together and said to Gu Ding, "Hello, Almsgiver. I'm Narro. This time, my junior brother Shakya and I are out for training."

"You guys are very strong. I look forward to meeting you in the later matches." Gu Ding did not hide his wishes.

After hearing Gu Ding's words, the little monk Shakya quickly retracted his head, afraid that Gu Ding would see him and challenge him. He had completely forgotten that only those who had won three consecutive victories were qualified to be challenged.

After hearing this, Narro only smiled faintly. "I don't want to meet you in the ring. In fact, I don't want to meet any member of your team in the ring."

What Narro said was also the truth. Although he had not seen Gu Ding's team's matches, he knew how difficult it was to win seventy consecutive victories, not to mention consecutive victories in seconds. He did not even need to watch Gu Ding's matches to know that everyone in their team was a decisive killer. However, he was also a little puzzled because he could not smell any blood on Gu Ding's body.

"If that's the case, alright then." It was not difficult for Gu Ding to understand their thoughts. After all, his team had been in the limelight that day. It was normal for them to be afraid. However, he also liked the straightforwardness and honesty of these two monks. "Good luck to you guys then!"

After some small talk, Gu Ding left the War God Arena.

In the War God Arena, the little monk Shakya's head popped out. "Senior brother, is he gone?"

"He's gone." Narro nodded.

"Senior brother, are you afraid of Gu Ding?" Shakya suddenly asked.

"No." Narro shook his head.

"Are you afraid of the other members of his team?" Shakya continued to ask.

"No." Narro gave the same answer.

"Then, you're afraid of losing?" Shakya touched his nose and asked with some lack of confidence.

"I'm not afraid." Narro still shook his head.

"Then why do you say that you don't want to meet them in the ring?" Shakya asked, a little puzzled.

"Because I don't like to meet anyone in the ring." Narro's words revealed his true intentions. He did not like to fight, but for the sake of this experience, he had to subdue his heart and make himself stronger.

Shakya might have understood, or he might not have understood. He scratched his bald head and did not continue asking questions.