Soon, Ye Tianze was escorted into the dojo by the soldiers. Looking at the sea of people around him, Ye Tianze felt like a wild beast.
The huge dojo was more like a colosseum, with countless cultivators waving flags and shouting for the chance to win the betting scroll in their hands.
Standing opposite him was a Sky Demon cultivator. Ye Tianze could sense his aura at level nine of Mystic Earth.
Although there was no conversation, Ye Tianze could sense the killing intent in his opponent's eyes. It was the killing intent of someone who was about to win.
"This is my last match!"
The Sky Demon cultivator said. "I'll no longer be a slave after killing you!"
"Oh," Ye Tianze said. "Then I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" The cultivator could hear the mockery in Ye Tianze's voice. "You talk big, but it's a pity that this is the Homeland of Chaos, a dojo."
"Why do you have so much nonsense to say?"
Ye Tianze snapped. "You'll regain your freedom if you kill me, and I'll move on to the next match if I kill you."
The Sky Demon cultivator froze at that and laughed. "Looks like it's your first time in the Homeland of Chaos and you don't know the rules of the dojo. Do you see the scrolls in the hands of those cultivators? The match just now is over, and they have to buy another one. Wouldn't it be against the rules if I were to make a move now? "
Ye Tianze suddenly understood what he meant.
"But most of the cultivators bet on me. Although there are some who would take the risk and bet on you, they're destined to lose."
The Sky Demon cultivator said.
Speechless, Ye Tianze simply stopped talking.
"Why aren't you saying anything? You should cherish your last moments, "the Sky Demon cultivator said." Otherwise, you won't have the chance to speak again. "
"Are those your last words?" Ye Tianze said calmly. "Unfortunately, no one else will know except for me."
"Hmph, you sure talk big," the Sky Fiend cultivator said coldly. "It's a pity that you met …"
Before he could finish his sentence, a gust of wind assaulted him. The Heavenly Fiend Race cultivator sensed danger, and by the time he reacted, Ye Tianze was already in front of him with his hand extended.
The Heavenly Fiend cultivator clearly hadn't expected Ye Tianze to be so unruly and suddenly attack him. Moreover, he had extended his hand so directly. Was he trying to strangle him?
What a joke! How could he underestimate his opponent in a battle of the same level? Although his words were impudent, he still respected his opponent in his heart.
He took a step back, wanting to dodge. At the same time, he condensed his essence energy on his fist, preparing to give Ye Tianze a heavy punch the moment he dodged.
However, just as he dodged, the hand followed his body. His heart tightened. When he wanted to dodge again, he discovered that the hand was actually close to his flesh and quickly grabbed his neck.
He almost couldn't believe what he was seeing. His opponent's speed far exceeded his own, but that also exposed his opponent's openings.
Because he was holding Ye Tianze's neck with one hand, there was still a lot of space in front of him. He raised his leg and kneed Ye Tianze.
However, just as the thought crossed his mind, a mountainous force erupted from the hand. He felt as if his neck was an egg being crushed by a mountain.
Then, his body rapidly crumbled. In the final moments before his death, he finally understood the meaning of Ye Tianze's words.
He had been mentally threatening his opponent, but Ye Tianze wasn't — he had already seen himself as a dead man.
Boom!
With a loud bang, the Sky Fiend cultivator was instantly reduced to fine powder under the terrible power. Not even blood spurted out, but was vaporized by the pressure.
He clapped his hands, ignoring the clamor around him, and muttered to himself, "It seems that even a Mystic Earth cultivator can't take a single grip from me. I wonder how a Mystic Heaven cultivator would fare."
Ye Tianze didn't even use the energy of a single star jade to kill the Sky Fiend cultivator. He had only used less than a tenth of his main star jade's power.
As soon as he said that, the noisy martial arts field suddenly quieted down.
The cultivators holding the betting tickets all shut their mouths. Everything had happened in an instant. Some of the cultivators didn't even see it and were busy betting on the outcome of the match, only to realize that the cultivator on the field had actually disappeared.
After a long while, a voice called out Ye Tianze's number and announced his victory.
The martial arts field immediately exploded. Only a small number of cultivators saw the trajectory of Ye Tianze's attack, but didn't see it clearly.
Most of them didn't even see Ye Tianze make a move. They only saw the Sky Fiend slave, who had won nine matches and was about to win his freedom in the last match, get crushed just like that.
The rest didn't even see Ye Tianze make a move. The battle was over before they could even watch.
If the deacon of the training field hadn't announced Ye Tianze's victory, they would have thought that the Sky Fiend slave had run away.
After a brief moment of surprise, apart from praising Ye Tianze's strength, most of the cultivators showed dissatisfaction.
This was especially true for those who had just lost their betting tickets. If they had lost before, they could at least watch an exciting match.
This time, he had lost. He didn't even get to see his opponent make a move. How could he feel good about this?
After the deacon announced Ye Tianze's victory, he asked, "Do you still want to continue?"
Ye Tianze glanced at him. According to the rules, he could continue or return to the slave camp to rest for a day before competing.
The deacon was clearly looking at him with a threatening gaze. If he didn't continue, the entire martial arts field probably wouldn't let him off, let alone the deacon.
"Continue!"
Ye Tianze nodded.
At that, the cultivators in the martial arts field breathed a sigh of relief. Most of them wanted to see how Ye Tianze would kill the Sky Fiend slave.
After all, the Sky Fiend slave had won nine matches in a row and was just one match away from gaining his freedom.
Although there were many cultivators like that in the martial arts field.
The deacon quickly ordered someone to arrange for a slave to come up. The slave was tall, and he transformed into his true form the moment he entered the ring, clearly prepared to go all out.
"A Stoneman!"
The cultivators on the stands began to discuss.
The cultivator's true form was a stone body as thick as a mountain. His body exuded the might of a mountain, and there was no need to talk about his strength.
This was the Stoneman of the Chaos. They had the toughest skin and were known to be a shield-like existence.
The deacon had clearly chosen a Stoneman slave on purpose because the scene just now was still fresh in his mind. He immediately read out the Stoneman's serial number.
Boom!
Just as he finished his announcement and before the cultivators present could place their bets, there was a loud bang as the majestic Stoneman was punched through with a single punch.
Then, the huge body quickly crumbled as if it was made of sand.
Ye Tianze stood where he was and clapped his hands. "Next!"
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