The arena is a place where life and death are fought. Coupled with Lin Feng's self-styled methods, he has to fight bloody battles every day. They are all ferocious people in the Foundation Establishment Realm. Even Lin Feng can't guarantee his escape if they are really ruthless.
This kind of battle is the easiest to suppress one's own potential, and it can also stimulate the power of the Resurrection Pill in the body, and absorb the power for refining.
After practicing, I felt a little hungry, so I dug out a pile of straw in the corner and revealed several large steamed buns wrapped in oil paper.
"Fortunately, I was used to being poor when I was a child, so I have become a habit of eating three meals a day, otherwise I would really be hungry!" Lin Feng sneered.
The big steamed buns had been left for some time, and although they were not moldy, they were already very hard. It was very laborious to eat. Lin Feng didn't care, he moved the small pieces away hard, threw them into his mouth, and started chewing.
I have eaten things that are a hundred times rarer than this. This is why Lin Feng is addicted to food. He was really afraid of hunger when he was a child.
Three days passed in a blink of an eye, the arena opened, and the method of gambling on the ladder of death was to bet on which level the climber could climb. This was extremely difficult, but the odds were quite high.
No one dares to bet that Lin Feng can successfully break through the level, because the stairs of death have been opened many times, but no one has ever succeeded.
Moreover, although Lin Feng showed great strength, he tried his best to win every battle. Although he could always turn defeat into victory in a crisis, his advantage seemed to be small.
The Stairs of Death is based on the entire arena tower. Lin Feng was taken to the top. The tower has ten floors. There is a guard on each floor. There are no guards guarding the outside. There is only a small table with a piece of paper.
contract.
"Go ahead, as long as you can get to the bottom, the contract will be yours, and you will be free from now on."
The person responsible for sending Lin Feng up said with a wicked smile. He knew that it was almost a dream to break in.
Lin Feng ignored him and looked at the first gatekeeper. He was tall, with bulging muscles, many scars on his body, and bulging veins all over his body. He felt like an explosion and had a lot of power.
With anger burning in his eyes and high fighting spirit, it was naturally beneficial for Lin Feng to break out, and it was equally beneficial for them to successfully defend it.
"Alas, when my cultivation is higher, I will come back and destroy the entire arena!"
Lin Feng sighed. Although he didn't care about being watched, he hated the feeling of being surrounded by others and was a fighter. It was extremely difficult to adapt to it.
Suddenly, Lin Feng took action and punched directly. There was no skill at all. He even gave up the advantage of the Taishang Body Training Diagram and purely attacked with his body.
The opponent is at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, and is a fighter who is extremely good at strength in the arena, with terrifying energy in his hand.
Having given up the Nine Transformations of Xuantian and the sharpness of the Qingxuan Sword, Lin Feng fought extremely hard. Every move was a head-on collision, walking on the edge of the cliff.
Both sides were fighting for their lives. You punched me, punching me, punching to the flesh, leaving many scars.
Lin Feng was bleeding, and his forehead and nose were all black and blue, but he still attacked crazily, and the medicinal powder in his Dantian was constantly falling off. Only when his body was injured, Lin Feng dared to let go and absorb the medicinal power.
A cultivator at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm struck with all his strength. Lin Feng, who did not use the Taishang Body Training Chart, felt a burning pain in his heart every time he received a punch.
But immediately afterwards, there was a burst of coolness that traveled through the body. This was a bit like cheating. Under this situation, the strength of the two sides was shockingly similar. However, Lin Feng's injury recovered very quickly, and the external injuries were not visible. The injuries continued to appear in his body.
Recovery, even cultivation is growing crazily every moment.
The medicinal power of the Golden Elixir Realm, even the healing elixir, is very rich.
With the fatal punch, Lin Feng panted heavily, arched his body, and struck out quickly like a leopard. He punched his opponent into a puddle of soft mud, completely losing the ability to continue fighting.
Outside the court, some people were roaring with red eyes, and some were cursing with dark faces. This feeling of punching to the flesh gives people an indescribable sense of pleasure.
I dragged my tired body down to the second level. The scary thing about the stairs of death is that there is no time to rest.
But Lin Feng delayed the time to hit his opponent intentionally or unintentionally, and secretly recovered. Even if there were Golden Elixir realm monks present, they would not have guessed that there was a Golden Elixir realm elixir in his body to support him.
"Die, die, die, die, die on the second floor!"
The gamblers who bought Lin Feng but could not get through the second floor kept shouting, but more of them were cheering voices. After all, there were only a few people who bought the second floor.
Lin Feng smiled maliciously and thought to himself: I'm sorry, I'm going to hit the tenth level. Just wait and lose everything.
Entering the second floor, he was also a monk at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm. When he saw Lin Feng approaching, he punched him, intending to strike first, but Lin Feng was already on guard and raised his fist. The two of them faced off.
With the fist, bursting aura suddenly spread out in all directions. Both sides felt a huge force and were knocked back several steps.
This time, Lin Feng spent more time than on the first level before he managed to get through and went to the next level with even more difficult steps.
"Haha, he is dead, he will definitely not be able to break through the third floor!"
Someone saw his appearance and exclaimed, and the shouts all around were earth-shattering. The Stairway to Death was so popular that it was not the tens of thousands of people who participated in the past, but hundreds of thousands of people. The momentum was particularly astonishing.
But then, this group of people became furious, roared, tore the bills in their hands into pieces and threw them in the air. Some even fell to the ground and cried.
On the fourth floor, the fifth floor, and the sixth floor, Lin Feng fought slower and slower, and the more he fought, the more miserable he became, but he was able to fight every time. For everyone, this was simply a miracle.
His steps became even more difficult, and his clothes were in shreds. From the outside, his flesh was scarred, his bones and veins were red and swollen, and he felt like he was going to be broken by his opponent several times.
But he happened to win, and most people outside the venue were in pain. Because of greed, they made big bets, and some even borrowed money to gamble, but now everything is over.
The arena is constantly making statistics and finally came to the conclusion that no one bought more than the eighth floor. As long as Lin Feng loses above the eighth floor, the arena will make a lot of money.
Although there is no problem in letting Lin Feng break out of the tenth floor, the arena obviously does not have such thoughts. After all, since its establishment, no fighter has been able to break out on his own ability, and no one intends to set a precedent.
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"Start taking medicine from the eighth level to stimulate your potential. It doesn't matter how many people die!"
The top management of the arena spoke, and there were people under his command to carry it out. Lin Feng managed to get through the seventh floor and entered the eighth floor.
When he entered the eighth floor, Lin Feng felt a sense of oppression coming towards him. Although he was still a fighter at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, his opponent's eyes were blurred and illusory, and his mental state was extremely weird. He seemed to be beyond the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Chapter completed!