"Dong!
Dong! Dong! "The ten of them did not make a move. They only slowly walked forward and chased the Demonic Beasts back into the prison.
The remaining people knew that they no longer stood a chance. Their expressions were very dispirited.
They all left the wrestling ring through another exit with ashen faces. This was no longer a stage that belonged to them.
Gao Yangyu withdrew his gaze and looked at the crowd. He smiled and said, "This really exceeded my expectations. There are actually more than a hundred people who qualified. The Rank A wrestling ring has never seen such a grand scene before.
"The wrestling ring will officially begin in two hours. According to the rules, you will all receive rewards based on the number of victories. Someone will inform you about this later. Now, go and register your metal medallion numbers."
A manservant of the wrestling ring led the crowd to a basement and started to register.
At the same time, there was someone who gave everyone a rough explanation of the wrestling ring's reward system. For every victory, they would receive three hundred Inferior Grade Spirit Stones.
It did not seem like much, but if they could win continuously, the reward would be doubled.
After two consecutive victories, the reward would be six hundred Inferior Grade Spirit Stones for the second match, nine hundred for the third match, one thousand two hundred for the fourth match, and one thousand five hundred for the fifth match.
If a person could win continuously, winning a hundred matches in a row, the reward would be astronomical. Just thinking about it was horrifying.
No wonder the wrestling ring could make so many cultivators go crazy. Under the stimulation of the huge rewards, there would be some intense battles.
Originally, the people who did not pay much attention to the rewards became excited when they heard about the rules of consecutive victories.
This was not a small sum. No matter which sect or power it was, they would not be able to give out Medial Grade Spirit Stones without limit.
However, Xiao Chen felt that it was not that simple. If there really was a cultivator who could win so many matches in a row, the wrestling ring would suffer a huge loss.
Indeed, that person continued, "Ha ha! Don't think that consecutive victories are that simple. The current record is sixty consecutive victories. Furthermore, no one has been able to achieve that in the past hundred years."
The registration did not take long. There were still two hours before the official wrestling ring started. Everyone closed their eyes and recuperated, recovering to their peak condition.
In a tall tower in the dueling ring, Gao Yangyu held the registration information of the crowd and distributed it to the surrounding old men.
"Find a few special people and advertise them. Just say that these people have a chance of breaking the sixty-win streak. I want the bets on these people to reach fifty million Medial Grade Spirit Stones within three days."
The few old men said awkwardly, "City Lord Gao, will people believe this kind of propaganda?"
Gao Yangyu laughed loudly, "Can I trouble you to read through the information first? These are all the peak geniuses of the various nations. This wrestling ring is the first round of selection for the Ancient Desolate Tower. If you spread this news, I estimate that the ticket sales will double."
After saying that, Gao Yangyu revealed a somewhat depressed expression. He slapped his forehead and sighed softly, "Unfortunately, I only received the notice a week ago. Furthermore, the rules state that I cannot leak this information in advance. Otherwise, the Spirit Stones we earned this time would be enough for us to rest for ten years."
After that, an old man came over excitedly with a stack of information. He smiled and said, "City Lord, what do you think of this person? He is the White Robed Bladesman Xiao Chen. He once defeated the geniuses of the noble clans in the Great Qin Nation. He even defeated the outer disciples of the Holy Lands.
"Previously, he snatched away a peak Superior Grade Demon Core in front of ten-odd half-step Martial Monarchs in the Demon Battlefield. They are all very good names. With a little packaging, they will be the biggest names. "
Gao Yangyu received the information and tossed it on the table without even looking at it. He said coldly, "Don't bother with this brat. No one is allowed to advertise him. Don't ask for the reason."
The few old men exchanged glances; they did not understand what Gao Yangyu meant.
Two hours later, everyone had basically recovered. The earlier match was like a warm-up. After stretching their muscles, their bodies had returned to their peak condition.
Gao Yangyu did not appear again. Instead, an older, gray-robed old man led everyone out of the basement and back to the spectator stands.
The gray-robed old man stood in front and said, "There are only ten matches on the first day. Just consider it a warm-up. In the next five days, there will be eighteen matches every day. Later, all of you will go up one by one according to your assigned numbers."
Xiao Chen looked at his own metal medallion. There were the words "15" carved on it. It was an average ranking. "Dong! Dong!
Dong! "
The moment the group walked out of the wrestling ring's passageway, they heard the sound of drums that stirred their hearts. The drums sounded like thunder, beating rhythmically.
It was unknown what these drums were made of, but the sound was resonant and grand. It made everyone's blood surge and their fighting spirit soar. They felt like their blood was on fire.
Xiao Chen looked up and discovered that the drums were coming from the four tall towers around the wrestling ring.
With the sound of these drums, the atmosphere of the crowd had already been stirred up. The crowd was very excited and surging endlessly.
"This is the Peak Grade Heavenly Tone War Drum. It is said that it is made from the skin and tendons of the thousand-year-old flood dragon, a Rank 10 Spirit Beast. With the sound of the drum, it can stimulate one's fighting spirit and erupt out with even greater combat prowess than usual."
The outstanding talents who knew their stuff all exclaimed in astonishment. A thousand-year-old flood dragon was as strong as a peak Martial Sage. Furthermore, it was omnipotent; it was very hard to find one.
The gray-robed old man smiled faintly and said, "This is not the Heavenly Tone War Drum. It is the Superior Grade Golden Cauldron War Drum. Its function is the same as the Heavenly Tone Valley's, but its effects are much weaker. You are not qualified to bring out the Heavenly Tone War Drum. Only Rank S wrestling rings would bring out the Heavenly Tone War Drum."
The drumming became even more intense, but the old man did not say anything more. "Who is number one? Quickly come forward."
A young cultivator in the crowd took a deep breath and leaped out of the spectator stands. The drumming instantly stopped.
The young cultivator performed a cupped-fist salute to the spectator stands and said in a loud voice, "Great Chu Nation's Purple Brilliant Sect's Yun Ping seeks your guidance!"
The gazes of the tens of thousands of cultivators in the spectator stands immediately focused on Yun Ping. Countless senses were directed at him.
Some people withdrew their senses and shook their heads in disdain. Some people were interested, and some were deciding whether to go down and fight.
"Xiu!"
Not long after, a bald cultivator with a sword on his back flew over from the spectator stands in the south. When he landed, he did not make a sound.
Clearly, this person's control over his strength had already reached a certain level. Xiao Chen checked this bald cultivator's cultivation. He was a Superior Grade Martial King. However, his aura was extremely vast.
This person probably cultivated a Superior Grade Earth Ranked Cultivation Technique. He should be quite strong.
After the two of them performed cupped-fist salutes, they immediately started fighting. At this moment, the drums suddenly started to sound.
Then, according to the rhythm of the battle, the drums fluctuated. They grasped the audience's heartstrings tightly, causing the tens of thousands of spectators to be affected by the drumming.
They formed a formless connection with the battle; it was like they were in the battle.
The battle continued for fifteen minutes. Yun Ping easily defeated the bald cultivator. The battle was very ordinary; there was nothing special about it.
After the bald cultivator landed, he walked over to Xiao Chen dispiritedly. Then, he handed the grey-robed old man one hundred and fifty Medial Grade Spirit Stones.
The grey-robed old man explained, "The challenger has to hand over half of the Spirit Stone reward of the challenged. If he wins, he will obtain three hundred Medial Grade Spirit Stones."
The matches continued. Yun Ping's aura flourished. He won nine matches in a row. His reward had already doubled to two thousand seven hundred Medial Grade Spirit Stones. This was a significant sum.
As long as Yun Ping won one more match, he would be able to end today's matches perfectly. At the same time, he would be able to obtain three thousand Medial Grade Spirit Stones.
The moment the ninth match ended, someone eagerly jumped into the wrestling ring. This person did not control his strength at all.
When this person landed, the ground gave off a loud 'peng peng' sound, kicking up a large cloud of dust. It was very ostentatious.
The person who arrived had a sword at his waist. He had a sinister look on his face. He smiled gently and said, "Yun Ping, right? I will take your three thousand Medial Grade Spirit Stones. Remember my name, Xiao Yang!"
Yun Ping mocked, "Do you think that is possible?"
"Dong!"
The war drums rang out and the two immediately clashed. Sparks flew as their weapons clashed in the air.
Xia Xiyan said softly, "This Yun Ping's nine consecutive victories will probably come to an end."
The battle had just started. How could Xia Xiyan come to such a conclusion so quickly? Xiao Chen asked suspiciously, "Why do you say that?"
Xia Xiyan smiled gently and explained, "I have been to Wrestling City a few times. This Xiao Yang is quite famous here. He likes to make a move when his opponent has just obtained nine consecutive victories. He rarely fails. Hence, he is nicknamed the Ten Victory Terminator."
"Ten Victory Terminator?" Unexpectedly, there is such a nickname. Xiao Chen laughed hoarsely, "It looks like without some strength, it would be difficult to obtain such a nickname."
Xia Xiyan nodded and said, "He has been a Superior Grade Martial King for a long time already. His attainments in Sword Techniques are no weaker than a regular genius'. The most important thing is that the state he comprehended is very strange. It is similar to the state of Lamenting Valley; it can affect one's emotions."
This was the first time Xiao Chen heard of a state that could affect one's emotions. He could not help but feel interested as he watched the battlefield carefully.
As the two spoke, they had already exchanged ten moves. Yun Ping could tell that his opponent was strong. He also knew that he had exhausted a lot of Essence after fighting nine consecutive battles.
It was not good to drag this out. Hence, Yun Ping used every move he made. He wanted to end the battle quickly.
However, Xiao Yang appeared very relaxed. He moved around like a monkey, choosing not to clash head-on with Yun Ping. He continuously exhausted Yun Ping's energy and patience.
Yun Ping tried to catch his opponent a few times to force him into a head-on battle. However, Xiao Yang nimbly escaped.
Xiao Chen muttered to himself as he looked at the other party's Movement Technique and analyzed it in his mind.
What an exquisite Movement Technique. It seems like he can sense the direction of his opponent's attacks from any part of his body.
However, it is useless against my Blue Dragon Cloud Soaring Art. In the face of absolute speed, he cannot use tricks to break through force.
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