From the beginning to the end, Nine Nether Swordmeister didn't ask about Tan Xiu's true identity. As the saying goes, the friendship between gentlemen is as indifferent as water. After all, this was the first time they met, so it was natural that they wouldn't reveal anything to each other.
Soon after …
A graceful woman in a black combat robe walked into the Convict Arena's cage. She looked around and said in a deep voice, "The following deathmatch gladiators will definitely make everyone's blood boil. You should all know their names, and you should also know their accomplishments. Well then, please welcome Battle Peng and Vassef. "
As her voice faded away …
Everyone's eyes were focused on the entrance of the Convict Cage. When the two figures appeared, the tens of thousands of gamblers in the spectator seats of the Convict Cage stood up and shouted the names of the people they had placed their bets on.
"Early-stage Golden Immortal, Battle Peng."
"Mid-stage Golden Immortal, Vassef."
A smile appeared on Nine Nether Swordmeister's face as he turned to look at Tan Xiu and said, "An Early-stage Golden Immortal and a Mid-stage Golden Immortal. Battle Peng, 48 wins out of 49 fights. The only time he lost was when he was seriously injured and unable to fight again. His opponent was already dying and eventually gave up on killing him. Vassef, 62 wins out of 62 fights and brutally killed his opponent every time. He's one of the most ruthless Golden Immortals in the Convict Arena and also the one who has lived the longest here. Great Tang Lil Bro, who do you think will win in the end? "
Tang Xiu silently recalled the combat records of the two men, as well as their specific information. After a quarter of an hour, he slowly said, "Battle Peng."
Nine Nether Swordmeister shook his head and smilingly said, "I used to do the opposite. The more I thought someone couldn't win, the more I bet on them. Every time the situation was reversed, I felt very happy. How about we make a bet this time? It's not too big of a bet, though. "
Tan Xiu smiled and asked, "What kind of bet do you want to make, Nine Nether Brother?"
A glint flashed in Nine Nether Swordmeister's eyes as he said, "If you win, I'll teach you my self-created Nine Nether 18 Swords. If you lose, you just have to give me the million Crystal Essences that Madam Empyrean Pole gave you. How about it? "
Tan Xiu shook his head and said, "Elder Brother Nine Nether has a terrifying cultivation base, and the self-created Nine Nether 18 Swords is probably an extremely powerful divine ability in the Immortal World. Unfortunately, I don't lack magical powers or spells. Let's bet a million Crystal Essences! At least for the two of us, it's fair. "
"What a fair word."
Nine Nether Swordmeister cast a meaningful look at Tan Xiu and increasingly felt that his judgment was correct. This person in front of him was definitely a powerful character in the past. Laughing heartily, he continued, "Then a million Crystal Essences it is. We can afford this small amount of money. "
"Little money?"
"Little money my ass."
Tan Xiu secretly cursed in his heart. A million Crystal Essences was equivalent to a hundred million Immortal Crystals, which was a huge sum for him now. Just the cultivation resources alone would probably be enough for all the members of the Great Tang Empire to use for hundreds of years.
Inside the Convict's cage.
Battle Peng showed neither joy nor sorrow as he calmly looked at the ferocious Vassef opposite him. Every time he entered the Prison Cage to fight, his goal was not to kill his enemies, but to survive. The dark days of the Convict Arena seemed to be endless slaughter. He understood that only by winning could he survive.
In his heart.
There was still a glimmer of hope.
This hope was to gain the recognition of a certain great figure through his glorious achievements, so that he could be bought away from this place. Even if he had to follow that person in the future and kill endlessly, it was still better than staying here forever. It was far, far better.
"The battle begins."
Along with the shout of the graceful woman, Vassef took out a war blade and rushed towards Battle Peng, who was a hundred meters away. The blade light had already arrived in front of Battle Peng.
"Spatial Barrier!"
In an instant, Battle Peng sent out thousands of hand seals. Layer after layer of light screens appeared before him. Even though the sabers kept shattering the barrier, when the countless saber shadows were still half a meter away from Battle Peng, they were all blocked. A silver spear suddenly appeared in Battle Peng's hand out of the blue. The spear's shadow burned with raging flames and countless golden runes shrouded it as he thrust it toward the saber shadows in front.
"Boom …"
Both of them retreated at the same time, each retreating several kilometers away before they barely managed to stabilize their bodies.
A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Vassef's eyes. He licked his chapped lips and grinned. "Battle Peng, I've watched 24 of your fights and studied all your secret arts and divine abilities. If your cultivation had advanced to the next level and reached the mid-level of Golden Immortal, you might have been able to contend with me. But with your current strength, you can only be a stepping stone for me to live longer. Today, I'll use your blood to add to Vassef's outstanding achievements! "
Having said that …
A black lacquer chain that was a hundred meters long and shrouded in black mist appeared inside his body. As he rushed toward Battle Peng again, he fiercely slashed his war blade, whereas the chain fluttered around the blade shadows. The black mist was like a snake hissing and flicking its tongue, carrying the aura of death.
"Jumping levels to kill people is a common thing in the Immortal World. Relying on your high cultivation, you dare to be so arrogant? You're simply courting death. You wanna die? I'll fulfill your wish! "
A cold glint flashed in Battle Peng's eyes. He waved his arms and spear shadows were like sharp arrows that blotted out the sky as they shot toward the sprinting Vassef. However, it was very difficult for the sharp arrows to bend, but the spear shadows were like silver ribbons that overlapped and constantly changed their trajectories.
"Spear Weaves Lightning!"
Battle Peng stepped on the spear shadows and raging flames erupted all over his body. He looked like an incarnation of a flaming God of War. He kept casting seals and unleashing swift and fierce killing moves.
"Boom …"
The Convict Prison's cage was surrounded by an array formation set up by a powerful supernatural being. Hence, the explosive power of the two people inside had no effect on the outside.
The flames crisscrossed and the black mist lingered.
The two of them kept casting various divine abilities and means. Amidst the intense consumption, Vassef gradually gained the upper hand. However, he only gained the upper hand. The wounds on his body kept increasing and he even fell into a crisis several times.
"I'll take your life while you're down!"
As time went by, Vassef, who had been fighting for several hours, suddenly flew up and flew toward Battle Peng along with the blade light. In nearly the blink of an eye, the blade-like black battle robe suddenly bulged up and Vassef appeared in front of Battle Peng the next moment.
"DIE!"
Another blade instantly swept across Battle Peng's neck.
"Space Condensation!"
Battle Peng seemed to have expected Vassef to use this move. He kept casting seals with both hands. The moment the blade swept across his neck, his ten fingers turned into claws. The seemingly careless slash caused the space in front of his throat to distort. Immediately afterward, the distorted space expanded infinitely, causing Vassef's body to tremble and instantly retreat backward.
"Too late."
Battle Peng grinned fiendishly. A surge of Immortal Force turned into a spear shadow and pierced Vassef's chest. Vassef revealed an incredulous expression as Battle Peng's figure gradually turned illusory. Behind Vassef, a short sword appeared out of thin air in Battle Peng's hand and pierced deep into his back.
The violent Immortal Force destroyed Vassef's heart core and destroyed his internal organs. Immediately after, a long spear appeared out of thin air and directly whipped Vassef away.
"Then let's die together!"
Vassef's stature suddenly skyrocketed, and a flickering golden phantom emerged from his body. Although his body was sent flying backward, the golden phantom was as fast as lightning. It instantly turned into a long blade and fiercely chopped down on Battle Peng's head.
Puff …
The moment Battle Peng held the short sword in a reverse grip and blocked in front of his forehead, the long blade slashed the short sword. As the short sword broke, it also slashed across Battle Peng's head and cut off his hand that was holding the short sword.
"Boom …"
The long saber exploded with a loud bang, sending Battle Peng's body flying back several dozen kilometers before crashing heavily onto the ground.
Whoosh …
A figure flickered and instantly appeared in front of Battle Peng. A pink mist sprayed out from the person's hand and converged on Battle Peng's broken wrist that was spraying blood. The broken hand was then wrapped by a golden thread and quickly reattached to Battle Peng.
"This Immortal Kernel Mist can restore your broken wrist in three days. Remember, you're not allowed to fight anyone for three days. "The graceful woman glanced at Vassef's broken body and then floated away.
Battle Peng wriggled his body and crawled up from the ground with great difficulty. His eyes were filled with indifference towards life. After crawling up, he gently moved his arms. Then, without so much as a glance at the audience outside, he slowly disappeared through the door of the prison cell amidst countless cheers and curses.
In the auditorium.
A smile hung on the corner of Tan Xiu's mouth. He turned to look at Nine Nether Swordmeister, who was shaking his head with a forced smile and said, "It seems I won this bet."
Nine Nether Swordmeister nodded and wiped his fat cheek with his palm. Then, he curiously asked, "How did you judge that Battle Peng was the final winner?"
"I found some clues from his information," said Tan Xiu. "It's written that he's proficient in spatial techniques, but he has never used any spatial manipulation techniques in his past battles. You may not understand, but I'll be frank with you. I bet that he has the ability to manipulate space. I also believe that every expert who can live to the Golden Immortal Stage has his own trump card. "
"Then I don't get it. Why didn't he use his spatial ability when he was almost killed by the enemy?" Nine Nether Swordmeister frowned. "That's why he lost the battle."
Tan Xiu narrowed his eyes and thoughtfully said, "He should be hiding his strength if my guess is correct. It's very likely that he's not an early-stage Golden Immortal. "
"You said he's not an early-stage Golden Immortal?" Nine Nether Swordmeister was surprised. "How is that possible?"
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