1745: C1745 Rules Create Wealth

C1745 Rules Create Wealth

The Tower of Babel is the tallest building in the entire Sanctum.

Its initial purpose was to train the members of the Divine Might Sect. As time passed, it gradually became open to the public and evolved into what it was now.

The speed at which it earned money was even more exaggerated than the money printing machine.

The Divine Might Sect set up a very tempting victory prize, but the price of the admission ticket was also very high.

According to the martial artist's cultivation base and strength, it was determined.

The bronze martial artist admission ticket was 500,000 purple gold coins, and the price increased by 200,000 purple gold coins every level.

Once one entered into Skysplit Tower, they would have to fight on every floor.

Every 100 floors would have a fixed City Lord Guarding Arena. The other rooms would be randomly matched by computers.

Mu Chen and Wan Mingzhu sat in the hall, carefully reading the rules manual.

"It actually stipulated that the opponent cannot be killed. Otherwise, the opponent will be eliminated, and the person will be responsible for paying a huge amount of compensation."

"The rules of this tough-training feel like a joke. It's not serious at all."

Wan Mingzhu slowly explained the reasoning behind it.

"The purpose of the Divine Might Sect's existence is to maintain the peace of the Six Realms, not create more conflicts."

" As long as a martial artist doesn't die, they may return to Skysplit Tower to participate in their adventure. The admission ticket can continue to produce profits. The Divine Might Sect doesn't want to kill the chicken to take the egg. "

Mu Chen suddenly realized.

In the end, they only considered Skysplit Tower as a business deal.

Whether or not a martial artist could increase their strength in battle depended entirely on their own good fortune.

"If you don't feel confident, then go to the audience and see what the situation is like."

"There's no need to waste time. I must personally test out the Heaven's Son Sword."

Mu Chen bought a bronze admission ticket and swaggered in.

The densely packed small arenas covered the entire hall, and each area was no more than 500 square meters.

It was no wonder. There were too many martial artists participating in the tough-training. If there was only one large arenas to arrange battles, who knew how long it would take.

In just a few short breaths of time.

Mu Chen saw many figures fall off the arena.

This meant that Divine Might Sect had earned five hundred thousand purple coins from them.

"The speed at which they earn money is too exaggerated. This is only one of their properties."

"No wonder most martial artists wish to join the Divine Might Sect. This force might very well be ranked first in the Six Paths Space."

The huge crystal screen displayed Mu Chen and another martial artist's numbers. The two of them walked towards the empty arena together.

Other than the rules of killing, there were no other restrictions on fighting, even if it was using weapons.

Mu Chen drew the Son of Heaven Sword, and the opponent also took out the huge axe.

In the silence, two figures charged fiercely at each other.

"Kacha kacha..."

"Kacha kacha..."

The two weapons collided in midair at high speed, creating dazzling metallic sparks.

Mu Chen could feel that his opponent was like a wild bull that had gone mad, and it was sending out an endless amount of energy towards him.

After a few rounds, he couldn't fight it head on anymore.

He moved back and forth along the edge of the arena, using his speed to create afterimages to confuse his opponent.

As the area of the ring was too small, the tactics he could use were also very limited.

The martial artist on the other side sneered a few times.

"A meaningless waste of time. Other than direct confrontation, there is no other way out."

"Otherwise, you will obediently jump down and admit defeat."

The martial artist stood in the middle of the arena and brandished his huge axe rapidly. His entire body was like a spinning top that was spinning rapidly.

Violent air currents shot out from the axe and rolled in all directions evenly. There would always be a time when they would bump into Mu Chen.

His prediction ability had lost its effect. Even if he could see through the opponent's attack trajectory, he would not be able to escape from the ring's range.

The Son of Heaven Sword began to slash forward.

At the same time, a gray vortex of air had already been sent out from Mu Chen's palm. It was continuously absorbing the counterforce.

After hundreds of collisions, visible cracks appeared on the huge axe, and it exploded into pieces of metal.

Before the opponent could react.

Mu Chen rushed in front of him in a flash and kicked Bullseye in the stomach with his Chain Kick.

His opponent fell off the ring, which meant the winner of the match had been decided.

"It seems that the computer matches are more reliable. You can choose your opponent by buying the level of the admission ticket."

"Once you enter a higher level, the difficulty of the battle will also be greatly increased."

Before Mu Chen had time to observe carefully, another opponent stepped onto the stage and issued a challenge.

Ten battles, ten victories.

Mu Chen's advancement speed could only be considered to be average.

Wan Mingzhu, who was sitting in the audience, saw that the other martial artists could almost defeat their opponent with a single move.

It was obvious that these people were also participants of the competition. They had come here to warm up.

With the same amount of time, these people would be able to win dozens or even a hundred matches.

They rapidly advanced to the upper levels.

Mu Chen felt that it was about time, so he gestured to the referee to stop.

"There's no need to arrange opponents for me today. I need to rest."1

"Okay. According to the victory points of Mr. Mu Chen, do you want to exchange for the prize immediately?"

"No need. I will come back and continue to fight."

The more points one could exchange for the prize, the better. However, there was once a failure. No matter how many points one accumulated, it would be cleared.

Out of confidence, most people would choose to continue forward, but the result was not satisfactory.

Using a martial artist's desire and ambition, Skysplit Tower had saved up a great deal of gifts.

When the computer detected that a martial artist had too many points, it would arrange for an opponent with a great disparity in strength to defeat him.

Qi Haotian, who was sitting in a corner of the audience, also watched his match.

"There's nothing special about it. It's just that the sword in his hand has very strong lethality."

"Arrange a few more unfamiliar martial artists in tomorrow's battle. Adjust the rhythm of the battle and end it at the same time with Mu Chen. This way, the computer can match the remaining people. The probability of meeting them will be greatly increased."

As the eldest son of the family, Qi Haotian had other ways to amass money even if his Purple Gold Card was stopped by Qi Rufeng.

The registration fee and labor fee were astronomical figures, but these were not things that the bodyguard, Tyrak, cared about.

"They are all low-profile martial artists found in the mercenary groups. They won't attract anyone's attention."

"It seems reasonable to let them beat Mu Chen into an internal injury or a fracture."

"This guy is really lucky."

"Young Master Qi, don't be anxious. Even if he's forced to participate in the competition, his strength will be weakened. He might even be killed by the other contestants."

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