The crowd erupted in cheers as the quality of the fighters improved.
Suddenly, a burly man emerged from the crowd, "I want to sign up! I'm at the ninth layer of the Alchemy realm."
The supervisor said, "Good, sign the waiver here."
The man, named Zhenxing, signed and said, "Please ensure the money is transferred to my gravely ill mother's account."
Ming Zhitian looked up, moved, "What a filial son."
The supervisor agreed, "No problem."
He then began to shout to the audience, "One expert at the ninth layer of the Alchemy realm! Infinitely close to the Transcendent realm. Now, everyone, please place your bets!"
Zhenxing, with a death wish in his heart, was about to enter the cage of almost certain death.
Suddenly, a figure flashed to his side, a hand on his shoulder, "Hey brother, why the long face?"
Zhenxing turned back in confusion, "Who are you?..."
Ming Zhitian smiled faintly, "I'm here to help you. Stand aside and watch me."
"Hey, who are you?" the supervisor asked, approaching suspiciously.
Ming Zhitian scoffed and darted into the cage.
"Brother, you!..." Zhenxing was stunned. Before he could react, Ming Zhitian was already inside, and the cage closed automatically.
The twenty ferocious beasts suddenly seemed to have discovered new land, drooling profusely. They were all eager to devour Ming Zhitian, this delicacy.
Ming Zhitian looked up. Twenty beasts at the ninth layer of the Asura realm. Even a hundred Alchemy realm cultivators wouldn't be enough for them to get their teeth into. This supervisor's boss was truly a shrewd businessman.
"What are you doing?!" the supervisor roared.
Ming Zhitian said, "I'm replacing him."
As he turned around, the next second, the twenty ferocious beasts lunged at him!
Ming Zhitian smiled slightly and then punched out!
Dozens of phantom fist images landed on the beasts mid-air, eliciting cries of pain!
They then fell to the ground, one after another, crashing heavily and their fate uncertain!
Ming Zhitian used spatial movement and stepped on the last beast that was not affected by the phantom fists, pinning it under his foot.
"He's actually a strong cultivator at the Asura realm?!!"
The scene erupted in a clamor, followed by endless cheers!
Some were happy, while others lamented, "If only I had bet on him earlier, I'd be rich!"
"Who knew a dark horse would appear!"
Ming Zhitian walked out of the cage, looking nonchalant, and brushed some dust off his clothes, "How boring."
Zhenxing knelt before him, "Thank you, benefactor, for your assistance. Zhenxing has nothing to repay you with. From now on, let me be your ox and horse."
The twenty valuable beasts at the ninth layer of the Asura realm had all been slaughtered. Wasn't this a huge loss for them? The supervisor was furious!
"Guards! Seize him!"
The scene descended into chaos. Those not involved quickly fled.
Zhenxing shielded Ming Zhitian, "This matter started because of me. Benefactor, you go first, I'll cover your retreat!"
Ming Zhitian shook his head slightly, "You want me to leave? They're not capable enough."
Eighty thugs rushed forward! Zhenxing punched out, sending two flying.
He was then heavily surrounded. Ming Zhitian stepped out! His dragon body trembled!
The cages, seats, and ground all shattered! Eighty men had their internal organs pulverized!
Being able to control his strength so precisely, Zhenxing knew that even with a hundred years, he couldn't achieve this.
Ming Zhitian unleashed his divine sense and grabbed one person from the air, "You're the mastermind? Truly a wicked creature. Die!"
He shattered the man with a palm strike and collected some cards.
Ming Zhitian tossed several gold cards to Zhenxing, "There's probably a lot of money in here. Take it to treat your mother."