Time waits for no man. When Tentacles came, Wang Zheng had only gone through the 16 Point Blade Technique once. The 16 Point Blade Technique was just a little more expanded than the 8 Point Blade Technique. In addition to the Primordial Regression Technique, it was still very easy to accept. Of course, a complete understanding still required some time.
Although Xiao Fei said that she was not in a hurry, but Wang Zheng also knew that it would be better for the funds to be in place earlier.
Tentacles passed the life and death card to Wang Zheng. "Brother Charcoal, you really want to use it?"
"Of course." Wang Zheng said.
Tentacles wanted to say something but stopped. He had already reminded him what he needed to. The rest, it was up to fate.
Wang Zheng used the life and death card excitedly. There was one more life and death match in the duels at the acolytes' level.
Let's start with 100,000 each. If it was too expensive, it would scare people away.
And then Wang Zheng waited for 15 minutes. No one was interested.
"What's the situation?" Wang Zheng asked.
Tentacles coughed a few times. "Most people at the acolytes' level are more cautious. And there have been cases of using life and death matches as traps, so …"
Tentacles thought in his heart. Was he in a hurry to die? He also did not expect Charcoal to be so anxious. He had just arrived at the acolytes' level and he dared to start a life and death match. Actually, he had a way to publicize this matter. It was just that his remaining conscience stopped him. The deal had been completed. He only did this step.
Wang Zheng was also helpless. If there was a normal duel, who would be so bored to spend money to enter a life and death match? Waiting like this was not a solution. He could also familiarize himself with it. He felt that there was nothing difficult about the 16 Point Blade Technique. But martial arts techniques were mostly practiced. Only after practicing for a long time could one understand some of the details. This was the level of maturity.
Tentacles also went to do his own trial. Moreover, he had just received a sum of money and the Storm Technique. He could not wait to verify it. The attraction of martial arts techniques was too strong. Especially this set of techniques was too suitable for him. But even a normal organization would find it hard to get it. Moreover, even if they got it, why would they give it to him?
So when the Shadow Group took out this, the temptation was irresistible. He only hoped that Charcoal would not be too serious and just give it a try.
And at the Saint's level, Lear and Luo Fei had already entered. The setup was almost complete. Not only that, Lear had already come into contact with one of the 5 Saints through the Shadow Group. The plan was progressing smoothly step by step. He also had clues for the Ares Art that he wanted. The decision to invest in the Shadow Group was clearly very wise.
At the side, Luo Fei was passionately bootlicking.
Lear ignored Luo Fei. "How is he?"
Luo Fei was stunned. His fat face immediately broke into a smile. "Everything is under Boss's control. Wang Zheng has already started the life and death match."
"Oh? He's quite straightforward. "
"This guy trusts people easily. Who would have thought that Tentacles would be bought over so easily?" Luo Fei said.
Lear's eyes turned slightly cold. He had seen through human nature a long time ago. In this world, the only things that could be trusted were the power in one's hands and one's own strength. Only this would not be betrayed.
"How many matches have you fought?" Asked Lear casually. With Wang Zheng's strength, the possibility of him being defeated in a short while was extremely low. However, he had just entered the Acolyte's level and he was so anxious. He had really underestimated this world.
"I think … it hasn't started yet," Fatty stammered.
Lear glanced at Fatty indifferently. "Why not?"
Fatty was stunned and scratched his head. "I thought he wasn't in a hurry."
Lear seemed like he was about to explode but he calmed down. "We can't give him time. You go and tell the Shadow Group. Let them spread the news immediately. Just say that he is the candidate for the Saint Master. He is shouldering the destiny of the Son of Saint trial. Whoever defeats him in the life and death match will be able to obtain everything he has and become the candidate for the Saint Master."
"Boss, will anyone believe this?"
"A person who obtained the Son of Saint trial at the Disciple's level, broke the record of the Fifth Son of Saint Mu and created a super winning streak. Do you think others will believe this?"
"But, won't this scare people away?"
"He has just entered the Acolyte's level." Lear said indifferently. There was no need to say more. The risk wasn't high and the benefits were huge. As long as Wang Zheng's conditions weren't too ridiculous, there would still be waves of people who wanted to try.
In the end, it was still the world of the poor. They would do such things for money.
"Boss is wise. Wang Zheng will not be able to escape this time." Fatty immediately followed up with flattery.
Lear looked indifferently at Fatty. "I know what you are thinking. Seeing that you value friendship, I will let it go this time. Don't do it again."
Fatty didn't dare to retort. In his bones, Wang Zheng was still a very loyal person, even if he was in the position of an enemy.
"But the death penalty can be avoided. You can't escape living. You won't be allowed to eat for 3 days."
Fatty's face froze. He screamed continuously. This was really asking for his life …
Lear's lips curled into a cold smile. He wanted to see how Wang Zheng was going to escape this time. The life and death match was no longer the main point. Even if Wang Zheng stopped midway, it would be useless. Three people's words were powerful. When everyone thought that he was the candidate for the Saint Master, his disaster would also begin. Even the Fifth Son of Saint would not let him go.
What a good show. It all depended on how long Wang Zheng could hold on.
When he was young, Lear understood a principle. Those who worked with their minds governed others. Those who worked with their muscles were controlled by others.
Wang Zheng wasn't as complicated as Lear. During this time, he had circulated the 8 Point Blade Technique and 16 Point Blade Technique a few times. He was quietly waiting for his opponent to come.
A penny stumped a hero. He had boasted to Teacher Xiao Fei. He didn't want to not even get a few hundred thousand. He still wanted to know what kind of reward Xiao Fei would give him.
Would it be …
Wang Zheng imagined some kind of erotic scene. He was no longer a young kid. If Xiao Fei dared to bully him like that in the future, he wouldn't be polite.
After another hour or so, there should be someone who would accept the challenge.
Wang Zheng opened his own life and death match …
Damn, what kind of situation was this???
There were actually 100 people who accepted his life and death match.
Damn, he was rich!!!
Wang Zheng immediately opened the function panel and entered his own life and death match battlefield.
And the Acolytes' level was in turmoil. There was news from some well-informed channels that a Saint Master candidate called Charcoal had entered the Acolytes' level. Note that it was Saint Master candidate and not Son of Saint. There was a series of his results. Of course, there was a sentence that was not eye-catching. He had just entered the Acolytes' level and obtained the 16 Point Blade Technique.
This meant that this person had yet to obtain a particularly strong Cultivation Technique. He hadn't even mastered the 16 Point Blade Technique!
Why did he open a life and death match?
Damn, he was the Saint Master candidate. Wasn't there a saying that the heavens would bestow great responsibility on a person? This was the Saint Master candidate's way of training himself.
At the same time, this was a chance for everyone!
A life and death match that cost 100,000, what was there to lose?
Needless to say, Wang Zheng had still caused some commotion at the Acolytes' level. Even though the people of the Acolytes' level didn't pay much attention to the Acolytes' level, they had all heard of this name. This was enough.
The most powerful thing about rumors was that they were half true and half false.
Wang Zheng randomly chose an opponent. Because his name was very nice, Wings of the Seraph.
It was only when he reached the Acolytes' level that he realized that there weren't many people who wore masks. Many people only wore them at the beginning. After a long time, they realized that it was meaningless and basically took them off. Of course, there were still some leaders of big organizations or people like the 5 Saints. Very few people knew their true faces.
The Wings of the Seraph was very handsome. It even had a little ancient feel to it. He held a long sword in his hand and sized Wang Zheng up carefully. He only said one word, "Please."
What Wang Zheng was more concerned about now was the number of people watching. This was his main source of income. There were a few hundred people … that was so little. Damn, back in the days of Wind and Cloud CT, it was easily in the millions. If there were so many people here, he would be rich.
"Damn, the Seraph has it easy!"
"Damn, why is my luck so bad. It would have been good if it was a rookie, but it had to be him!"
"Can we think of a way to snatch it from his hands?"
"Unless his brain was damaged, otherwise why would he start a life and death match!"
Other methods could at most force things, but they would definitely not be able to snatch away the talent.
The people watching were basically all people who were participating in the life and death match. They were all sighing. There was such an idiot who came to their doorstep but they didn't get him. Who wouldn't feel pity?
Looking at the opponent, he didn't even have a weapon. The key was that he had just entered the Acolytes' level and obtained a 16 Point Blade Technique. Even if you were extremely capable, you would only be at a disadvantage. This was practically a gift.
It was tough to train normally. It was even harder to have a fortuitous encounter. Wang Zheng's life and death match was undoubtedly a pie falling from the sky. At the start, everyone thought it was a scam. It was only after seeing Charcoal's situation at the Disciples' level that they believed it. Some people even went to the Disciples' level to find out.
The Wings of the Seraph took out his crystal card. The Wind and Cloud Heart Technique. Wood of the 5 elements. It was considered a rather good heart technique. And this Wings of the Seraph had a certain level of fame in the Acolytes' level. It was hard to say who was the number one expert. But his Rapid Sword Flow, 8 swords in a second was also one of a kind.
From the opponent's attack posture, Wang Zheng could see that he had a certain level of fencing foundation. Those who had a certain level of fighting foundation in reality would perform very well in the World of Saints.
Shing …
The Wings of the Seraph made his move. There was nothing to brag about. He had come here to snatch the qualification for the Son of Saint trial. It was all about luck. Obviously his character was not bad. He had actually met him among so many people. This was destiny!
The Wings of the Seraph did not intend to be too hesitant. The moment he came up, he advanced rapidly. This was a close approach that only a fencing expert would know. It would leave the opponent no room to retreat. Once he got close, he would thrust his sword out like lightning.
…
The tip of the sword stopped in front of Wang Zheng …
Could it be that he had judged the distance wrongly?
The Seraph was slightly stunned and immediately attacked. When he moved, Charcoal on the opposite side immediately followed. The Seraph moved with his sword while Wang Zheng moved with his sword. More than 10 consecutive swords actually all missed.
The Seraph also stopped underestimating his opponent. The opponent was a martial artist and was rather confident. But this was nothing. Anyone with a foundation would be able to do this. But since this was the case, he had no choice but to be ruthless.
Student Wang was very hesitant. He wanted to end it quickly. After all, time was money. If he wanted to earn money, he had to fight a few more rounds. But after all, the other party had spent money. He had to give the guests a feeling of being at home. What if he came up and beat them up and scared them away?
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