Sitting in the waiting area, Chen Zong looked forward and could clearly see the battle in the Hundred Battles Arena.
At this moment, the two sides fighting in the Hundred Battles Arena, one wielded a sword and the other wielded a spear. Both of them were at Lv 8 of the Genuine Martial Realm and were evenly matched. The outcome would depend on their martial attainments and power.
The sword light was dazzling, like a folding fan opening up. Layers upon layers of sword shadows superimposed into a sword that pierced through the air.
"Profound Ice Spear!" The spear wielding cultivator shouted and shook the spear with both hands. The body of the spear rotated at high speed in an instant. All the power poured into the spear tip through the rotation. The tip of the spear emitted an astonishing cold light, as if it was cast from ten thousand years old ice. It fiercely stabbed out with astonishing power.
The spear was like an ice dragon coming out of the abyss. Its momentum was astonishing.
The sword light was shattered. The tip of the spear pierced the sword body. A terrible power erupted, causing the sword body to bend. The sword wielding cultivator exerted his strength a second time. The sword body trembled, bursting with a powerful force that rebounded the tip of the spear. The sword body also took advantage of the momentum to cut down.
The spear suddenly flicked up and fiercely smashed down, bringing with it an astonishing wind and thunder momentum.
The weapons used by the two were standard weapons provided by the Hundred Battles Arena. They had enough hardness and toughness, but they did not have any other power. Moreover, there was a rule that stated that in the Hundred Battles Arena, one could not use power other than one's own, such as the power of a pseudo-spiritual weapon or taking pills to temporarily increase one's strength.
This kind of contest was relatively fair.
With a strike of his spear, the long sword was knocked away. Suddenly, he rushed forward and his shoulder fiercely slammed into the opponent's chest, causing the opponent to continuously retreat. Then, with a slight tremble of his spear, he stabbed out with layers of spear shadows.
The spear and spear followed, knocking the sword wielding cultivator off the arena and slightly injuring him.
"Number 17 wins, number 18 comes up." A loud voice came from the Hundred Battles Tower.
After a victory in the Hundred Battles Arena, there was no time to recover one's strength or take pills. Otherwise, what was the point? It was just one battle after another. A loss was a loss.
Moreover, only after ten consecutive victories would the Hundred Battles Tower announce the winner's name. If one could not even achieve ten consecutive victories, no one would care what their name was.
Chen Zong looked at his wooden tag. The number on it was 30.
Number 18 was sitting in the waiting area at this time. After hearing the loud and clear voice, she got up and first took a large saber from the weapon rack beside her. She jumped up and flew several thousand meters like a big bird before finally landing on the Hundred Battles Arena.
Just as his feet touched the ground, the tip of his foot touched the ground, his power burst forth, his entire person leaping high, both hands holding onto the big blade, True Power poured in, bursting out a shocking red, like a raging inferno, fiercely chopping down.
With a shake of the long spear, a cold light pierced through the air, like a flood dragon emerging from the abyss.
The two martial artists used all their strength to fight for victory.
In the end, the spear-wielding martial artist won again, achieving a record of two consecutive victories. However, No.19 immediately went up to fight.
When someone went up to fight, regardless of the outcome, they would no longer stay in the waiting area. However, the number of people in the waiting area did not decrease. Instead, it increased because there were constantly people signing up to participate in the challenge.
At this time, a cold aura filled the air, as if a cold wind was blowing. Everyone could not help but look back, and their complexions changed.
They saw a black-clothed youth with a cold face walking over with his hands behind his back. His appearance and aura were unapproachable. His gaze was cold and sharp like a blade. When it swept past, it made people feel as if they were cut by an invisible blade.
"It's Mo Sen."
"He's here again."
A low voice sounded. Chen Zong's heart was slightly moved. When he stepped into the Hundred Battles City, he heard many people talking about Mo Sen.
He had already achieved ten consecutive victories, and hid a lot of his strength.
Chen Zong could see Mo Sen's cultivation with a glance. He was at the peak of the 9th level of the True Martial Realm, but it was somewhat obscure. It was estimated that those who were not as strong as him would not be able to see his cultivation. As for his fighting strength, it was uncertain. However, according to Chen Zong's guess, this person's fighting strength should not be lower than two stars.
Mo Sen was cold and arrogant. He ignored the others and sat down, looking forward.
"Ancient Bell Garden."
"Ancient Bell Garden is also here."
"This is interesting. Will Ancient Bell Garden achieve thirty consecutive victories, or Mo Sen achieve twenty consecutive victories?"
A young man with a slight smile on the corners of his mouth walked into the waiting area with large strides. He had an ordinary appearance, but he wore a thick chain around his neck. The chain was made of egg-sized jet-black balls that collided with each other as he walked, emitting a clear and melodious sound of collision.
Although Ancient Bell Garden did not look as cold and arrogant as Mo Sen, he entered the waiting area and did not pay attention to anyone. He just glanced at Mo Sen's face and found a seat to sit down.
Ancient Bell Garden's cultivation was not low. He was also at the peak of the 9th level of the True Martial Realm. His fighting strength was unknown.
In the Hundred Battles Arena, the outcome of the battle between No. 17 and No. 19 was clear. No. 19 was more skilled and won. No. 20 immediately went up.
Then, No. 20 defeated No. 19 and replaced him as the champion of the arena. He faced No. 21's challenge.
No. 22!
No. 23!
No. 24!
One after another, they went up the Hundred Battles Arena. Up until now, the most consecutive victories was three.
Soon, No. 29 went up.
No. 29 was the one who had mocked Chen Zong before. He landed on the Hundred Battles Arena with a long saber in his hand.
"You're no match for me. Get out of here obediently." Number 29 grinned. His foul mouth was really annoying.
"We'll know after we fight." No. 27 frowned slightly and then answered indifferently.
"I'll finish you with one strike." No. 29 laughed wildly. His long saber pierced through the air. His cultivation at the peak of the 9th level of the True Martial Realm made his saber even more powerful. The pressure on No. 27 doubled, and his expression changed greatly.
Just as No. 29 said, No. 27 was sent flying with only one strike. His weapon also flew out of his hand. He was no match for No. 29 at all.
"Hahahaha, I said you're no match for me. One strike is enough." No. 29 put his long saber on his shoulder and laughed.
A loss was a loss. Although he was unwilling, there was nothing he could do. He could only leave.
"No. 29 has won in a row. No. 30 is up." As the voice came from the Hundred Battles Tower, Chen Zong stood up and walked to the weapon rack. He glanced at it and pulled out a long sword that was not suitable for its weight.
His body floated forward as if he was weightless. He was as light as cotton, but his speed was very fast. He landed on the Hundred Battles Arena.
"So it's you. Are you going to get out of here or do you want me to cut you down?" No. 29 sneered with disdain when he saw Chen Zong.
Chen Zong's expression did not change. He was just at the peak of the 9th level of the True Martial Realm. Although his cultivation was similar to his, the gap between their combat strength was like a natural chasm.
Therefore, he could only try to win with words.
The long sword cut through the air. It was very slow, but in fact, it was very fast. It broke through the air and attacked.
No. 29's expression changed. He immediately waved his saber. Countless saber lights raged like a storm.
However, that blade light was directly destroyed by Chen Zong's casual sword attack. It continued forward like a hot knife through butter. There was nothing that could withstand Chen Zong's sword attack.
The unsharpened point directly hit number 29's chest, and a terrifying power burst forth, pushing him forward heavily. Number 29's expression suddenly changed, and he looked like he was in pain. He tried his best to stop his body, but he couldn't do anything. He kept sliding back and fell from the Hundred Battles Arena.
"So strong!"
"He defeated a warrior at the peak of the 9th level of the True Martial Realm with one strike. This person's combat strength is at least at the Two Star level."
In the waiting area, the people waiting for the battle were shocked. Mo Sen and Gu Zhongyuan's eyes lit up as they stared at Chen Zong.
It was not difficult for them to defeat an ordinary warrior at the peak of the 9th level of the True Martial Realm with one strike.
They could not tell how strong Chen Zong was, but it aroused their interest. Maybe he could be an opponent.
The cultivators who came to participate in the Hundred Battles Arena, in addition to the rewards, also wanted to be able to fight with other cultivators to hone themselves. However, if the opponent was too weak and could be easily defeated, it would not have any effect at all. Only an opponent of similar strength or a stronger opponent could bring about a tempering effect.
There were a few old men in the Hundred Battles Tower watching the battle. They were all members of the Hundred Battles Tower.
"Good strength."
"Yes, he has the ability to win ten matches in a row."
Ten-win streaks were very common in the Hundred Battles Arena, and the rewards were nothing to the Hundred Battles Tower. After all, the Hundred Battles Tower earned quite a lot of spirit shells every day. Even if several people managed to achieve ten-win streaks in a single day, the spirit shells rewarded were only a portion of the income.
Moreover, the more people who won, the more famous the Hundred Battles Arena was, to a certain extent, attracting more people to watch or participate in the battles.
Number 31 entered the arena. He had seen Chen Zong's strength, so when facing Chen Zong, he unconsciously felt weak.
Once he lost his momentum, it was even more impossible to resist. Chen Zong only waved his sword, and number 31 retreated out of the Hundred Battles Arena. Fortunately, Chen Zong had a sense of propriety, and his opponent only suffered light injuries.
If it was some more ruthless warrior, he would often have seriously injured his opponent. This was also the rule of the Hundred Battles Arena that no killing was allowed. Otherwise, who knew how many people would have died.
Then, number 32 entered the arena.
Number 32's actual age was over forty years old. His cultivation was at the peak of the 9th level of the True Martial Realm, but his aura was very vigorous. It was much stronger than the ordinary peak of the 9th level of the True Martial Realm.
"Please enlighten me." Number 32 was very calm. His weapons were his palms, and it could be seen that his palms were thicker than ordinary people's. They were like two small millstones, full of a heavy sense of power.
Chen Zong brandished his sword again. The light sword light contained a domineering might. No. 32 roared loudly. He did his best to brandish both of his palms. He displayed the palm technique that he was so proud of. His palms seemed to have swelled up like huge millstones. They contained a dreadful and heavy power as they blasted out fiercely.
A rumbling sound resounded in all directions.
But the sword light flashed, and all the momentum stopped. The huge millstone-like palms were also cut open by the sword light, dissipating like smoke blown by the wind.
The sword light's momentum had yet to dissipate, and as fast as lightning, it directly slashed onto number thirty-two's chest. His protective true energy instantly shattered, and with a bang, number thirty-two flew out of the Hundred Battles Arena uncontrollably.
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