"How is it? It's not too late to back out now! "
Seeing the change in Zhang Xuan's complexion, the young man beside him sneered.
He had seen many scions of prestigious clans acting arrogantly before coming to the dueling ring, but after witnessing the cruelty of the dueling ring, they would be frightened out of their wits, unable to even walk.
"There's no need for that."
Zhang Xuan shook his head.
What he was shocked by was the internal strife of mankind, not the bloodlust or fear.
In terms of terror, who could possibly be more fearsome than the Otherworldly Demonic Tribe?
Vicious, bloodthirsty, and ferocious … At times, they would not even spare their own brethren. The first time he met them, he had already been told that they would commit suicide. How could they possibly fear a battle between humans?
"It's good that there's no need for that. Let's go in!"
Seeing that Zhang Xuan's expression had returned to normal so quickly, the young man was a little surprised.
Walking down the stairs, it did not take long for them to arrive at a room. The walls of the room were filled with all kinds of Saint low-tier weapons. Most of them were Saint low-tier, and they did not possess any spirit, making them easier to control.
"You can choose any of these weapons you like … You can choose any one of them, or even ten of them. However, if you break any of them, you'll have to compensate for it.
The young man pointed casually.
"Un." Zhang Xuan nodded. He scanned his surroundings before walking up to a saber rack.
There were more than a hundred kinds of sabers placed on the rack. There was a saber rack, a saber rack, a saber rack, a saber rack, a saber rack, a saber rack, a saber rack, a saber rack, a saber rack, a saber rack, and a saber rack.
Zhang Xuan brushed his fingers across each of the weapons, and he casually picked up one that seemed a little heavy. After swinging it around a few times, he shook his head and put down all of the weapons.
"Forget it, there's no need for that."
Zhang Xuan chuckled softly and shook his head.
"You aren't going to use any weapons?" The young man was perplexed.
After witnessing the cruelty of the dueling ring, most of the participants wished that they could carry all of their weapons with them in case of an emergency. Yet, this fellow just casually touched all of them … Wasn't he being a little too arrogant?
"If I can't defeat them, no matter how many weapons I have, it won't matter!" Zhang Xuan nodded.
"Alright then."
The young man pushed open the other door of the room and followed behind Zhang Xuan. Entering the room, he saw dozens of people seated cross-legged in their respective rooms.
Each of these people reeked of blood. With one look, one could tell that they had killed many people.
"Wait here. When it's your turn, just come out!"
With that, he turned around and left.
Zhang Xuan looked around.
Although the dozens of people in the room were cultivating, they were all paying close attention to their surroundings, secretly on guard. It was as if they would attack anyone who came near them.
"Did you just arrive? You've never participated before? "
After finding a place to sit down, a calm voice sounded in his ears.
Turning around, Zhang Xuan saw a young man in his thirties. There was a deep scar on his face, and blood was seeping out of it. It seemed like he had just sustained an injury, and he had yet to recover from it.
The surrounding crowd was somewhat cold. The fact that the other party had taken the initiative to speak to him surprised Zhang Xuan.
"You can tell?"
"Those who have participated in the Ring Master Teacher Tournament have eyes reminiscent of wolves, filled with savagery. Otherwise, they would only be courting death … You look like a sheep, so why can't I tell?"
The scarred youth sneered.
In the Arena of Life and Death, strength was certainly a factor, but the most important factor was' ruthlessness'!
Ruthlessness toward one's enemies and oneself!
Only then would one instill fear in others. The young man before him had a dazed expression on his face, and with a single look, it was clear that he was a noble scion who had never experienced anything.
"A sheep?"
Zhang Xuan shook his head.
Wherever he went, he would cause a huge ruckus, and countless master teachers would feel a headache for him. Yet, in the eyes of the other party, he was actually a sheep?
It seemed like the other party's temper was a little too good.
"Of course! Those who have never participated in the Ring of Life and Death are no different from sheep! To tell you the truth, the best I can do is to win six matches consecutively. It's a pity that the seventh student is too strong, and I have exhausted too much of my zhenqi. Otherwise, I would have been able to clinch the title of Champion of Ten by now! "
The scarred youth said proudly.
"Incredible!"
Zhang Xuan nodded sincerely.
For a genius like Zhang Jiuxiao to be able to win six matches consecutively, it was already incredible that the other party could win six matches consecutively.
Jiya!
While they were chatting, the door in front of them suddenly opened. Following which, everyone felt a killing intent gushing forth, exerting immense pressure on them.
"It's him?"
Zhang Xuan frowned.
The other party was none other than the fellow who had torn another student to shreds on the dueling ring earlier.
This fellow was extremely tall, reminiscent of a metal tower. He was dressed in a heavy armor that was as crimson as blood, creating a bizarre sight to behold.
"This is the strongest existence in the black market at the moment, Hong Yang!"
Seeing that Zhang Xuan didn't recognize him, the scarred youth nodded in admiration. "He's also known as … the King of Hundred!"
"King of Hundred?"
Zhang Xuan was taken aback. "He won a hundred matches consecutively?"
"It's not just a hundred matches. Rather, he defeated ten King of Ten consecutively! On top of that, all of the fellows who challenged him were torn to shreds! "
The scarred youth said fearfully.
He was impressed by Hong Yang's strength, but at the same time, he was also fearful of the other party's brutality.
He wasn't the only one. Upon seeing Hong Yang walk out, the others also grew wary.
"Scram!"
Hong Yang walked over to a corner of the room and bellowed at the two young men cultivating on the floor.
Not daring to even breathe loudly, the two of them turned around and left.
Huala!
The towering Hong Yang sat down, took out a pill, and swallowed it. Immediately, his aura seemed to be boiling up.
As soon as he sat down, the crowd heaved a sigh of relief. The crowd quietly backed away, creating a large space for him.
"He's actually at Primordial Spirit realm advanced stage as well …"
Zhang Xuan was able to see through the other party's cultivation realm.
Just like him, the other party was also at Primordial Spirit realm advanced stage.
However, even though they were at the same cultivation realm, the killing intent that the other party exuded was heavy and powerful. Even before the battle had begun, he could already feel immense pressure from it.
Zhang Xuan activated his Eye of Insight, intending to take a closer look at the other party's strength. However, at that moment, Hong Yang suddenly raised his head and looked at him.
"What powerful senses!"
Zhang Xuan's eyes narrowed.
As expected of an existence who had defeated ten King of Ten consecutively. His senses were truly frightening.
Just by looking at him for a moment longer, he was able to determine the other party's location from the crowd. With this kind of sixth sense, it would be impossible for Zhang Xuan to assassinate him.
"Life and death situations can temper one's fighting prowess. Even though that person is at Primordial Spirit realm advanced stage, even a Half-Leaving Aperture realm master teacher might not be a match for him. In fact, if he were to be placed in the same cage as a combat master, he would surely be the one to survive! "
Zhang Xuan nodded.
Strength wasn't the only factor that determined a person's strength. One's ability to comprehend and utilize danger was crucial as well.
It was just like how an ox was stronger than a wolf, but if they were placed in the same room, the one to die would surely be the ox.
Hong Yang was a wolf, or more accurately, a hungry tiger. If he were to encounter him, he would immediately bare his sharp fangs, making it difficult for anyone to stand against him.
"Newcomer, scram to the side. Is there a place for you here?"
While Zhang Xuan was still in the midst of his thoughts, a cold voice suddenly sounded.
It was one of the two young men whom Hong Yang had chased away earlier. Unable to find a place to sit, the other party vented his anger on Zhang Xuan.
"Is your name inscribed here?"
Zhang Xuan said nonchalantly without standing up.
Hong Yang's words frightened Zhang Xuan so much that he dared not stay any longer. To charge at a newcomer as soon as he saw him …
"Oh? It seems like the newcomers these days are really formidable! "
"Qian Xu, it seems like you don't pose much of a threat to me!"
Seeing that not only did the newcomer refuse to budge, the crowd, who had been in the midst of their cultivation, opened their eyes in disdain, as if they were watching a commotion.
"You want to inscribe my name? Hehe, since that's what you want, I'll do it for you right now! "
The young man known as Qian Xu didn't expect a newcomer to stand up to him. Narrowing his eyes, he harrumphed coldly, and before he could finish his words, a dagger had already appeared in his hand. Without any hesitation, he stabbed it toward Zhang Xuan's forehead.
His movement was swift and without the slightest hesitation. It was as if the target he was stabbing was a tree branch or a plant rather than a person.
If Zhang Xuan were to be stabbed, his head would surely explode, and he would die on the spot.
"Killing someone just because of a disagreement?"
Zhang Xuan frowned in displeasure.
It was one thing for the other party to be so vicious if it was a grudge of life and death, but just because he refused to budge, the other party actually dared to make a move. Disregarding the other party's life as if it was nothing more than a joke … Wasn't this a little too vicious?
Zhang Xuan raised his finger to meet the dagger.
Ding!
It struck the back of the dagger, and with a 'wuuu', the Saint low-tier artifact broke into two.
"So, you do possess some strength. No wonder you dare to act so arrogantly!"
Having his weapon snapped with a single finger, Qian Xu was stunned for a moment before he smacked his lips in excitement.
He had thought that the other party was a rookie whom he could deal with easily, but from the looks of it, the other party wasn't as simple as he thought.
Tzzzzzzz!
Without any unnecessary movements, several daggers suddenly appeared in Qian Xu's hand, and they flew toward Zhang Xuan's upper, middle, and lower body.
The upper body was aimed at Zhang Xuan's eyes, the middle body was aimed at his heart, and the lower body was aimed at Zhang Xuan's thighs.
This move was both vicious and swift. If it had been an ordinary Primordial Spirit realm advanced stage cultivator, even a genius like Zhang Jiuxiao would have found it hard to dodge it.
"Incredible!"
Seeing that Qian Xu had launched so many attacks without any warning, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but nod in approval.
As expected of a fellow who had been through many life-and-death situations, he had cultivated his killing techniques to the point of perfection. Regardless of which part of the dagger he blocked, he would surely be struck by the other two, making it extremely dangerous.
However …
Against Zhang Xuan, this kind of attack was ineffective.
Zhang Xuan drew a semicircle in midair, and three daggers immediately appeared in his hands. They danced about nonstop as if caught alive.
"You have really piqued my interest …"
Seeing that his second attack had been blocked by the other party so easily, a hint of killing intent flashed across Qian Xu's eyes. Just as he was about to make a move, a nonchalant voice suddenly sounded in the hall.
"Primordial Spirit realm advanced stage Zhang Xuan, the duel begins now. You will face Meng Fuxing!"
"It's my turn …"
Paying no heed to Qian Xu, Zhang Xuan stood up and walked toward the dueling ring with widened strides.
"Heh, you want to leave after provoking me? I won't let you off so easily! "
Seeing that Zhang Xuan was about to leave, Qian Xu flicked his wrist once more, and two more daggers flew toward Zhang Xuan's back. A gust of wind blew, and a cold gust of wind pierced right into Zhang Xuan's skin.
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