A large number of torches emitted light and heat, illuminating the warrior's face. He raised his hands high and waved them at the audience. He was obviously very excited. At this moment, another contestant entered the arena. His popularity was obviously not as high as the one on the stage. Almost no one cheered for him.
Only those who had won a deathmatch could be known as Luo Sheng. This was the first time this challenger was participating in a deathmatch, so he had yet to win this honor. He wore a simple set of cloth clothes, and his face was expressionless.
"It's him, it's actually him."
Both Du Feng and Feng Siyuan recognized the man. He was the one who had cheated them of ten yellow crystals earlier in the day. He was originally a Martial Artist of the Master Realm, but he lowered his Cultivation level to participate in Huang Luosheng's competition. The rules of the Luosheng Gate actually allowed this kind of behavior. They really had no taboos. In a place like Stony Plain City, people would do anything to make money.
Needless to say, this plain-clothed man must have run out of money to spend and couldn't be swindled, so he simply gave up on Cultivation to participate in Huang Luosheng's competition. As long as they won a competition, they could save a year's worth of tolls and win a certain amount of prize money.
"Descending to Cultivation by yourself. How useless. Die!"
"Go to hell! Go to hell! Die! "
No one knew who started it, but the audience started shouting slogans. The more they shouted, the more people shouted. All of them wanted the plain-clothed man to die. Previously, Du Feng had exchanged a blow with the plain-clothed man. He knew that he wasn't a genius, but he wasn't bad either. After all, he was a martial artist who had fallen from the Master Realm to the Cultivation Stage. Although the amount of True Essence had been reduced, his combat experience and combat skills were still there.
A Master Realm martial artist's Zhen Yuan was in the liquid state, while a Martial Condensation Realm martial artist's Zhen Yuan was in the gaseous state. Cultivation to the peak of the Martial Condensation Realm Level 9, a warrior who was half a step into the Master Realm, was also called a half-step Master. This kind of person's Zhen Yuan was in the process of transforming from liquid to gas, and was basically half liquid and half gas.
As for the cloth-clothed man, who had descended from the Master Stage to the Martial Condensation Stage, it was the exact opposite. His True Yuan was in the process of transforming from a liquid to a gaseous state. The longer the time, the more it would convert. The shorter the time, the more it would be worth it. For this match, the cloth-clothed man had obviously lowered himself to Cultivation, so he still had an advantage in terms of Zhen Yuan form.
"Buried Heaven, I want his head."
"I want his arm."
"I want the thigh, the right one."
The audience members in the front row were especially excited and began to reserve the contestants' body parts from Buried Heaven. Huang Luosheng's Buried Heaven, who had cleared the stage three times, was obviously a ruthless character. During battles, he liked to tear off his opponents' heads and limbs and toss them into the audience seats.
Because of this, he was given the nickname Lacerator, and was especially popular in the Rashomon. As long as he participated in the competition, the audience would definitely be full. Naturally, the organizers would make a lot of money.
"I'm betting, I'm betting. The odds are one to five."
The organizers clearly did not think highly of the cloth-clothed man. Hence, the odds given to him were very high. On the contrary, the odds given to Lacerator were very low. In other words, if a hundred bets were placed on the cloth-clothed man, if he won, he would receive five hundred crystal stones. If he bet on the Ripper, he would only be able to earn 20 crystal stones.
"I bet on the Lacerator."
"I also bet on the Lacerator."
If all the audience members bet on the Ripper, the organizers would not be able to earn anything. However, the good thing was that there would always be some people who wanted to make a big profit from an unexpected victory. After all, the cloth-clothed man had descended from the Master Level, so he had a unique advantage.
"I bet on the cloth-clothed scholar!"
A rich lady dressed in luxurious clothing looked at the silent cloth-clothed man in the arena and generously bet five hundred yellow crystals on him. If he won, he would be able to earn two thousand and five hundred yellow crystals in one go.
"I also bet on that scholar. He looks quite fair."
Those who liked to bet on the cloth-clothed man seemed to be female martial artists. Moreover, most of them were not young. However, these ladies had one thing in common, which was that they were very generous. One of their bets was equivalent to the sum of the bets of a dozen ordinary audience members.
After being led by the female martial artists, many of the audience members who were previously optimistic about the Ripper also started to bet on the cloth-clothed man. In any case, it was a small bet. If he won, he would be able to make a fortune.
"Big brother, we …"
"Shut up and watch the competition."
Feng Siyuan was obviously very interested in this kind of life-and-death gamble. However, he was rejected by Du Feng as soon as he suggested it. Life itself was a gamble, but the chips must be in one's own hands. If one were to bet recklessly at such a young age, one would easily lose their life in the future.
"Hehehe, I love tearing up pretty boys like you."
After the bets were tallied, the competition officially began. Buried the Ripper stared at the cloth-clothed man greedily with a pair of pale blue eyes, as if he was looking at a delicious lamb.
"Cut the crap. Let's see who's the real deal."
Since the cloth-clothed man dared to come to Rashomon, he was well prepared. He dared not say that he could win all ten deathmatches and become the champion, but the first round should not be a problem. However, he was not very lucky. In the first round, he was matched against a popular Rashomon, Buried the Ripper.
Interesting. Du Feng had basically understood the rules of Rashomon. The contestants were either half-naked or wearing ordinary cloth-clothed clothes. In other words, they were not allowed to wear any defensive equipment, not even soft armor. Buried the Ripper held a large metal chain in his hand, while the cloth-clothed man held a sword. Both were standard mystic grade weapons, and they were both middle-grade.
It seemed like the competition had strict rules that forbade the use of defensive equipment or the advantage of weapon grade. Martial artists who were good with swords could use swords, but the grade of the sword was strictly limited. Those who were good with sabers, spears, hammers, whips, and so on could choose freely, but they were also limited to middle-grade mystic grade.
The organizers were rather fair, at least much fairer than the Qingyang Sect's martial arts competition. Everyone fought with their own abilities. Apart from talent, everything else was the same.
"Come here!"
Buried the Ripper was the first to attack. He swung the metal chain in his hand and wrapped it around the cloth-clothed man's waist. It was as if he was trapping a horse and sheep. He did not take the cloth-clothed man seriously at all.
"Don't you dare be so arrogant!"
The cloth-clothed man might really be a scholar, as he always spoke in a genteel manner. He waved the sword in his hand and clashed with Buried the Ripper. He was someone who had undergone Master Cultivation, after all, so he was quite agile when he unleashed his movement technique. The ferocious metal chain could not hit him at all. Instead, the sword in his hand almost stabbed Buried the Ripper a few times.
"This little scholar is quite interesting."
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