Du Feng didn't expect Feng Guozang to be such a powerful master. After all, none of the martial artists who participated in the Luosheng Sect Life and Death Competition were weak. Even a contestant who won only one game would be a master among masters. It was not a problem for him to defeat a martial artist at the early stage of the Supreme Power Realm.
Feng Guozang was able to win 90% in a row and advance all the way, which showed his strength. But Du Feng still didn't know what kind of person Zhan Tian was. He decided to go and watch the competition tonight. Maybe he could analyze the other contestants.
"Siyuan, you sneaked out to play again. Aren't you afraid of being scolded by grandpa?"
Seeing the little boy Feng Siyuan wandering outside in the middle of the night, an aunt kindly persuaded him to go back. In fact, Feng Siyuan was not Feng Guozang's grandson, but an orphan he adopted. Because Feng Siyuan's parents died when he was a child, he was thrown into the mountains by the former servants of his family when he was just a few months old. They wanted to feed him to wild beasts.
However, not only was he not eaten, but he was picked up by a tigress and raised with a litter of tiger cubs. Later, Feng Guozang accidentally found him in the mountains, brought him back, and gave him the name Feng Siyuan. It meant that he should stand high and see far, and not only care about the immediate interests. In fact, this was also Feng Guozang's own experience to remind him not to ruin his future because of temporary honor and disgrace.
"Today, big brother will take me with him. Don't worry, Aunt Lan."
Feng Siyuan touched the grease on his face, blinked his big kind eyes, and naughtily stuck out his tongue. It was not safe in the suburbs at night, especially in the second half of the night. Once it was past midnight, the city guards were only responsible for the safety of the city. Even in the suburbs, they no longer paid attention to the suburbs near the city gate. Therefore, the wandering martial artists in the suburbs would choose to be active in the first half of the night and stay in the tent area before midnight. No one would break in and make trouble unless there was an accident.
"This child is getting wilder and wilder."
Aunt Lan looked at Feng Siyuan. He was a little taller than before, but he was still so thin because he didn't eat well. His grandpa's monthly income was not much, and he had to buy medicine to treat his illness. It was really hard for Xiao Siyuan. The young man who took him today was dressed neatly and seemed to be a good person. He hoped that he could help Siyuan get out of trouble.
"Come on, change your clothes."
Du Feng took out a small set of clothes and handed them to Feng Siyuan. As the saying goes, clothes make the man, so it's useful to wear good clothes when you're out. With Feng Siyuan's current appearance as a little beggar, he might not be allowed to enter later.
"Wow, the new clothes are so good."
Feng Siyuan changed into a new set of clothes, and Du Feng used a Dust Repelling Spell to clean his face and hair. Actually, the two of them weren't so poor that they couldn't afford to buy clothes to wear. Even if they couldn't afford protective gear with defensive abilities, they could at least afford ordinary clothes. The main reason was that Feng Guozang was dejected and didn't have the mood to pay attention to his appearance, so Little Siyuan spent his days wearing dirty and tattered clothes.
"Oh, you've found a sugar daddy."
After leaving the resting area of the wandering warriors, he walked to the north. After passing through a forest, he came to an open space for camping. There was a large tent set up there. Although it was just a temporary tent, the materials used were quite special. Du Feng tried to probe it with his Divine Sense, but he couldn't penetrate it. This thing looked soft, but it was actually stronger than most houses.
There were two guards standing at the entrance of the tent, and one of them seemed to know Feng Siyuan. He looked at Du Feng's face with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.
"Two tickets!"
Du Feng couldn't be bothered to talk to him, so he threw twenty yellow crystals at him. He could tell from the other party's eyes that he probably thought of him as someone with a special hobby. After Feng Siyuan washed up and put on new clothes, he was indeed a very beautiful child. Furthermore, he was holding hands with her to watch such an expensive competition. No wonder people were suspicious. After all, the wandering warriors lived a hard life. Basically, no one would help anyone for no reason, unless there was some ulterior motive.
"Have fun, Sir. If you like them, I can introduce them to you."
The people of the Southern Continent valued money very much. When they saw Du Feng throw out twenty yellow crystals, they didn't even blink and immediately welcomed him with smiles. Before he left, he even said something ambiguous. I don't know what he meant by "play well" and what he wanted to introduce.
Huo! I really underestimated this temporary camp. It's actually so big. From the outside, the tent looked very big. However, the inside was even bigger than I imagined. Because the ground was not flat at all. Instead, there was a very big pit. There were steps on every level, and every step was filled with people. In the center was a huge arena, which looked very grand.
Du Feng roughly estimated that there were about five thousand people watching the competition tonight. If each person paid ten yellow crystals, he would earn fifty thousand yellow crystals in one night, which was also five hundred blue crystals. This amount of money could be earned quickly after he painstakingly explored the Land of Buried Dragons.
The people of the Southern Continent were too good at earning money. No wonder their prices were so high. When the martial artists of the Eastern Continent came to the Southern Fist Sacred Continent, they would all become penniless. With such a huge audience, it seemed like the competition here would be very exciting.
"Luo Sheng! Luo Sheng! Luo Sheng! "
Just as Du Feng was thinking about how to earn money, shouts came from the audience. Luo Sheng was a code name. Only those who had obtained the Luo Sheng Medal were qualified to use it. He quickly brought Feng Siyuan to find an empty place to sit down. In any case, martial artists had very good eyesight. They could see clearly from far away.
"Big brother, I want to take a closer look."
Feng Siyuan had long been looking forward to watching the Luo Sheng Sect competition. This was a deathmatch. The death rate was extremely close to 100%. The outcome of the loser was basically death. Occasionally, there were people who survived, but they were basically crippled. For example, Feng Guozang was deliberately spared by the opponent, leaving him a life worse than death.
"Alright then."
The seats in front were already filled with people. Du Feng could only accompany Feng Siyuan and stand in front. On the arena, there was a contestant waving to the audience. There was a yellow medal on his chest. There was a "three" written clearly on it. This meant that this person had already won three Luo Sheng Sect deathmatch.
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