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Chapter 2235

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Tsk tsk tsk … It's getting more and more interesting.

Du Feng had already decided not to go to other restaurants to eat boiled beef, roasted beef, stewed beef, and other dishes. He was going to eat an all-bull feast at the Red Restaurant. In order to achieve this goal, he had to make a trip to the bullfighting arena at the center of the city and personally slaughter an essence force bull.

Woah! But after he arrived at the bullfighting arena, he realized that things weren't as simple as he imagined. If he wanted to participate in the bullfighting, just having money wasn't enough. He had to queue up.

The demon cultivators from the city and the outer city had already lined up a few streets from the entrance of the bullfighting arena. Everyone was holding immortal stones and waiting for the opportunity to enter the bullfighting arena. Du Feng did a rough calculation. No matter if the bullfighting was successful or not, the organizers would still earn a lot.

What was more interesting was that one had to pay to participate in the bullfighting and enter the arena to watch. Yet, everyone was very interested in such an exciting bullfighting. Thus, the spectator tickets were also hyped up. Each ticket cost up to 2,000 grade-two immortal stones.

Don't think that 2,000 grade-two immortal stones was cheap. One had to know that they were only going to watch the show. Moreover, there were 100,000 seats in the bullfighting arena. This meant that the organizers could easily earn 200 million grade-two immortal stones just by selling the spectator tickets.

Compared to Du Feng's hard work in the Demon Rejecting City to earn immortal stones, the organizers of Bullfighting City's money was simply too easy. Even after deducting the venue maintenance fees and the management fees, they still earned a lot.

Tsk tsk tsk … It would be great if he also had a city. If he could combine beasts and delicacies, he would simply become rich. Du Feng was originally a person who liked to wander around freely. Ever since he saw Bullfighting City's business model, he started to want a city of his own.

When he was in the lower realm, he had his own territory, which was the extreme north continent. But after coming to the Heaven Realm, he opened a few small shops at most. He didn't have a foothold at all. It was the same in the Demon Realm. He was just a passerby.

Du Feng thought about it and simply paid for a queue number. Then, he bought a spectator ticket and went to the arena to watch others fight. There was no harm in learning more. He wanted to see if there was a way to quickly kill the Elemental Energy Bull. At the same time, he wanted to see how strong the Elemental Energy Bull was.

Cheers kept coming out of the bullring. Du Feng, who had bought the ticket, couldn't wait to get in. Before he could even sit properly, he saw a bloody scene. A rather strong-looking demon cultivator had his stomach sliced open by the elemental energy bull's horn. His intestines spilled all over the ground, and then he was trampled by the cow's hooves.

Ugh … Just for a meal of beef, the price was too high.

The organizers hired professional bullfighters to lure the elemental energy bulls away and hid them behind a metal fence. As for the demon cultivator who had his stomach cut open, he was taken away by the staff. He heard that if he wanted to get professional treatment, he had to pay another sum of money.

Wow, these guys are too good at making money. Are they really demon cultivators? Why do I feel like they are even more cunning than humans?

At a time like this, no one wanted their body to be damaged. Of course, they wanted to get treatment no matter how much money they had. As a result, the organizers naturally earned another sum of money.

That strong demonic cultivator from before was just too confident in his physique. He wanted to face the elemental energy bull head-on and then kill it in one blow before taking away the fresh bull carcass. Never would he have thought that he had overestimated his strength. His arm couldn't withstand the impact of the elemental energy bull, and his stomach was pierced by the bull's horn.

This time, the demon cultivator was different. Not only was he not strong, but he was also especially thin. He had a willow slender waist and swayed as he walked. If it wasn't for his mustache, he could easily be mistaken for a female demon cultivator.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk … Even weasels love to eat beef these days."

That's right, the one who went up was a weasel demon cultivator. Although he had already cultivated into a human form, he still couldn't change his previous habits. His coquettish manner when he walked made many female demon cultivators of the fox clan feel ashamed of their inferiority.

"Let's begin!"

The weasel demon cultivator stroked his mustache, indicating that they could begin. From the looks of it, he seemed to be quite confident.

Du Feng was also very curious and wanted to see how this weasel demon cultivator could achieve victory. From his Cultivation, it didn't seem to be high.

The elemental energy bull from before was not released. Instead, a new one was released. It wasn't because the elemental energy bull was tired, but because the guest's Cultivation had changed. According to the rules of the bullfighting arena, the elemental energy bull's Cultivation had to be the same as the guest's Cultivation.

Of course, if the guest had enough confidence in his Cultivation, he could also choose to slaughter the elemental energy bull with a higher Cultivation level. However, he definitely couldn't choose to Cultivate an elemental energy bull with a lower Cultivation level. This was because elemental energy bulls had a very strange temper. If they were subdued by a human with a higher Cultivation level than them, they would immediately choose to self-destruct, not leaving any valuable meat behind.

Even if one had a way to stop them from self-destructing, the meat would become poisonous and unusable. This was what made elemental energy bulls special.

It was precisely because of this special reason that demon cultivators with a higher Cultivation level could not take advantage of the situation. If they wanted to eat fresh beef, they had to fight with an elemental energy bull of the same level as their own Cultivation level. If they didn't have confidence in their own abilities, they could only wait to freeload off others. Some people would also resell the fresh bull's carcass at a high price after winning.

The bull-fighting competition cost 30,000 immortal stones. If one won beautifully, the elemental energy bull's carcass could be sold for 60,000 to 120,000 immortal stones. If the winner won beautifully, the elemental energy bull's carcass would be sold for 60,000 to 120,000 immortal stones. If the winner won beautifully, the elemental energy bull would die before it consumed much elemental energy, and the beef would be the same as before.

Of course, the exact value depended on the elemental energy bull's own Cultivation level. For example, the weasel demon cultivator in front of them was at the pinnacle of Golden Immortal Stage Level 9 Cultivation. Even though the weasel demon cultivator was skinny, he didn't panic at all when faced with the raging elemental energy bull.

When the elemental energy bull rushed in front of him, he didn't choose to fight it head-on. Instead, he jumped. This demon cultivator was quite good at pretending to be cool. If he jumped, then so be it. Why did he have to jump with his hands behind his back? He tapped the bull's head with the tip of his foot, then landed gently behind the elemental energy bull.

The entire set of movements was elegant and graceful, giving off the vibe of an expert.

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