Chapter 379 The winner has been decided, life and death are at stake
Zhao Feichen whispered:
"The ones made in the furnace are the best tools. Even for you, the success rate is less than 30%. I want to decide this thing. Even if he is an official butler, I don't know about it."
"Just think about it!" Lian Sanyue smiled, stood up lazily, stood in the crowd, and said loudly:
"I will draw up a contract in the name of witness and guarantor. Anyone who violates the contract will be dealt with personally."
When both parties nodded, she grabbed an ancient yellowed sheepskin roll from the inventory, shook it open, and said:
"Contract 1: Do not use level 6 or above, including level 6 skills and props."
"Contract 2: You cannot admit defeat. The rules of the arena are life and death."
"Contract 3: Do not ask for help from unrelated persons outside the venue."
Every time she said something, a rule appeared on the parchment. The writing was as twisted as a tadpole, and it was impossible to tell which country the writing was from.
After briefly explaining the three terms of the contract, she looked at Zhang Yuanqing and the middle-aged swordsman and said, "Come here and sign, press your fingerprints and it's done."
The middle-aged swordsman strode forward, pressed his thumb under the contract, and looked back at Zhang Yuanqing coldly.
Zhang Yuanqing returned, walked up to Lian Sanyue, and whispered: "Since you are his aunt, you should tell him who I am!"
He did not press fingerprints and tried to make a last-ditch effort.
It is not easy for him to reveal his identity. There is a mixed bag of good and bad people here, and there are evil professions.
If the news of his appearance here is passed on to the saints or even the masters in the evil organization, it will cause a lot of trouble and crisis.
Huadu is not Songhai, it is not your own territory, so be cautious.
"Why should I tell him!" Lian Sanyue exhaled white smoke.
Zhang Yuanqing looked at this woman for a few times and suddenly had a clearer impression of Li Chunfeng's description.
Lian Sanyue yelled: "What I said outside was all in vain. Believe it or not, even if you tell him your identity, Zhao Feichen will still rob you."
An arrogant, spoiled naughty kid who made clever use of the rules and thought he was reasonable? Zhang Yuanqing said nothing and pressed his fingerprints on the parchment.
On the shabby and primitive parchment, tadpole-like words lit up one by one, and two thumbprints emerged, emitting white smoke. Somewhere in the dark, some force witnessed the contract, and those who violated it would be severely punished.
Lian Sanyue put away the parchment, looked at his nephew not far away, and said:
"Give me the flint."
Zhao Feichen stretched out his hand and touched it on the stall. Ten dark red stones were neatly arranged in a line.
With just one touch of March, the flint was put away by her.
"Let's go to the ring." She looked around at the spectators and said with a smile:
"If you want to watch the game, remember to buy a ticket, two hundred thousand tickets."
After saying that, she held her cigar between her arms and left the greenhouse swayingly, heading towards the venue behind the black market.
The three strong men responsible for maintaining order said loudly:
"Please come here to buy tickets."
Suddenly being robbed, the black market customers took the lead in running toward the three strong men, while the stall owners collected valuable items from the stalls and swarmed to buy tickets.
A life-and-death battle in the Saint Realm is a rare event.
Let alone 200,000 yuan per ticket, they would be willing to pay if the ticket price doubled.
Those who usually fight to the death in the arena are all extraordinary practitioners, and it is almost impossible for a saint to take the stage.
200,000 yuan a piece, there are at least a hundred people here, that's close to 20 million? As a contestant, shouldn't I be given a share? Zhang Yuanqing heard this and silently sighed that it was really profitable to open the black market.
No wonder this company has the cost to manufacture so many props.
Lian Sanyue's waist twist was extremely exaggerated and she walked very slowly. By the time Zhang Yuanqing followed her to the ring, more than a dozen people had already purchased their tickets and rushed over in a hurry.
Below the ring, experienced spectators kept a distance of more than ten meters from the ring and watched from a distance.
As more and more people gathered, there was a lot of noise and commotion.
"Madam boss, do you want to be the banker? Let us all play a game."
"What's the point of gambling? Zhao Feichen is sure to win. His bodyguard is a level 5 swordsman. In terms of close combat, swordsmen can rank among the top three. In addition, the Zhao family has no shortage of props. To make up for the swordsman's weaknesses,
Tsk tsk, it’s as stable as Mount Tai.”
"What are you talking about? Didn't you hear that just now? That young man is also a master of props, otherwise he would be able to throw so many props into that broken furnace?"
"That boy's aura is obviously weaker than that of the swordsman. Besides, if this is a hard fight, do you think the boss lady won't remind her nephew?"
"If you mention this matter, then I have to tell you. I heard that Lian March has a very bad relationship with the head of the Zhao family. Don't ask why, you won't know if you ask, but believe me, I am a local.
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Amidst the noise, Zhao Feichen hugged his two female companions with a sneer on his lips.
As his aunt, she really had a bad relationship with the Zhao family, and even more so with her grandfather.
In my father's words, my aunt was born to be rebellious, surly and unruly. She did not accept the family's orders and arrangements since she was a child, and she was free to follow her own will without any restrictions.
And grandpa is a very controlling patriarch, how can he tolerate such a daughter?
So it was very tense.
Zhao Feichen is not close to this aunt. After all, she left the Zhao family when she was young and has not seen each other for a year. Where can the relationship come from?
But Wanbao House is a good place. He often comes here to inquire about information, pick up leaks, and exchange props.
While his thoughts were flying, he saw the young man leaping onto the wide ring. He immediately turned around and said to the middle-aged swordsman beside him:
"That kid probably has several saint-quality props with him. Before I go on stage, I'll ask again, what props do you still lack? As long as I have it here, just take it."
The middle-aged man stroked the long sword in his arms and shook his head slightly:
"The few props I have are enough for me, but you can't give me the best props. Besides, for a real swordsman, it's enough to be obsessed with swords."
Zhao Feichen nodded slightly: "Go."
When the middle-aged swordsman jumped onto the ring, Zhao Feichen lowered his head and whispered a few words to one of his female companions.
The internet-famous girl nodded, pushed through the crowd, and trotted away.
Zhao Feichen watched her go away, withdrew his gaze and raised the corners of his mouth coldly.
Grandpa said that he must be prepared for everything. Although he has strong confidence in his bodyguards, he must also consider the consequences and losses of failure.
Even if this kid doesn't die in Wanbao House today, he won't be able to leave Huadu.
What he just said to his female companion was a brief sentence: Go and invite my dad!
Anyway, when the time comes, leave the matter to the elders and let them make the decision.
On the ring, Zhang Yuanqing and the middle-aged swordsman looked at each other more than ten meters apart. They did not move, but their eyes were already locked on each other, looking for opportunities and waiting for the opportunity to take action.
Zhang Yuanqing was thinking about the enemy's strategy while confronting the enemy.
His aura is stronger than mine. He should be at level 5. It is very dangerous to be close to him. The swordsman is a high output and high agility type. His weakness is weak physical defense and no recovery ability. He is a member of the Zhao family and has no shortage of props. Weaknesses
It has definitely been made up for.
What I have to deal with is an enemy with high output and high agility, taking into account both defense and recovery. If I remember correctly, the swordsman’s passive skills, Iron Will and Breaking Evil, can just target the possession of the evil spirit. It’s not easy to deal with.
Alas, the Night Travel God is very strong in the extraordinary realm, but when he reaches the Star Officer, at level 4, he becomes weak. Although astrology and star escape are easy to use, they are useless against the enemy.
Suddenly, he had an idea and thought of an excellent use of astrology.
That is to use the arrangement and combination of props to formulate a plan to fight the enemy, and then open your starry eyes to examine the opponent's face. If the opponent's palace is shrouded in blood, it means the plan is feasible.
Otherwise, modify the plan.
Theoretically, this idea is feasible. Perhaps this is the correct use of astrology. As a profession with the peak of combat power, there is no reason for the Night God to be so weak in the Saint Realm.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing opened his starry eyes and examined the middle-aged swordsman's face.
He must have defense props and recovery props. I first used the werewolf body to break the armor, and then combined with the fire poison and curse props to restrain the recovery. He quickly made a plan in his mind and rehearsed the steps.
But the appearance of the middle-aged swordsman has not changed. Dark clouds shrouded him, but there was no bloody disaster.
It seems that fantasy will not work, but the idea should be correct. While fighting and testing, he no longer hesitates, uses night travel, and disappears.
"Night Wanderer?!"
Surprised voices came from the audience around the arena.
Is this guy a member of the Taiyi Sect? Zhao Feichen is not angry but happy. Compared with the huge size and power of the Five Elements Alliance, the Taiyi Sect is far inferior. Its sect leader thinks very highly of himself. This is mostly because Yeyoushen is irreplaceable in many cases.
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But this is for the Five Elements Alliance, and for the Zhao family, to use a more popular saying: What use do I have for this night wandering god?
Not at all scared.
The middle-aged swordsman made a "clang" sound and pulled out his long sword. The sword's body was crimson red. It did not look like it was forged from steel. It exuded an evil spirit and a vicious aura that could break the spirit body and frighten the mind.
Drawing out the long sword, he quickly retreated, the long sword swept forward, and an arc-shaped crimson sword energy roared out and swept across the entire arena.
A level 5 swordsman can slash with sword energy and can calmly deal with enemies with long-range output. This is the biggest difference between level 4 and level 5.
Just hearing a "ding" sound, a figure fell out of the void, holding a short blade in a blocking posture.
It was Zhang Yuanqing.
The short blade in his hand was an extraordinary prop collected in the past few days, and it was directly cut open by the sword energy.
The middle-aged swordsman's eyes were sharp, and he was about to raise his sword to face the enemy, when suddenly he heard the sound of breaking through the air behind him.
There is also an enemy? The Inferi! He understood instantly, his heart trembled, and he slid away.
But at this moment, the middle-aged swordsman saw the Yeyoushen boy, raised his hand and touched his face, and a dot of gold paint lit up between his eyebrows, quickly spreading to the entire face, forming a majestic and upright facial makeup.
His spirit was in turmoil, fear and panic arose, and he forgot to resist.
But these negative emotions disappeared in the next moment. The swordsman's iron will helped him resist the shock of the golden face.
At this time, the sound of breaking through the air was already approaching his head. He had no time to dodge and grabbed a clay sculpture made of loess.
"Bang!"
The blood rose's attack was like hitting a thick sandbag, causing ripples of yellow light to appear.
She was knocked back by the reaction force, but the middle-aged swordsman didn't move at all.
The middle-aged swordsman immediately put away the clay sculpture, and with a flash of sword light, he swept towards Blood Rose's neck, but the latter had already rolled sideways in advance and avoided the head-cutting blow.
This was not because Blood Rose anticipated the enemy's opportunity, but because Zhang Yuanqing issued an order to dodge in advance.
As expected, it was a defensive item for the earth monster profession. I was all too familiar with the "heavy" price. After trying out an item, Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts flashed and he realized that Blood Rose had been forced into danger by the middle-aged swordsman.
Unmoving like a mountain, aggressive like fire.
When a swordsman confronts an enemy, he hardly gives the enemy a chance to breathe.
"Puff puff"
The crimson sword kept cutting exposed wounds on Blood Rose's body. Although the Bewitching Demon was good at melee combat, there was a huge gap in strength between Blood Rose and a level 5 swordsman.
After holding tight for three or four seconds, I almost got beheaded several times.
This is still an Inferi, but if it were made of flesh and blood, it would have been severely damaged.
It can be seen that at level 4, once a level 5 swordsman gets close, life or death can be determined within tens of seconds.
There was a roar of applause from the audience.
Zhao Feichen smiled with pride on his face.
The soft voice of the woman next to him said words such as "It's amazing" and "Young Master will definitely win", which made Zhao Feichen's smile grow deeper.
Zhang Yuanqing spit out a mouthful of Taiyin power, and the majestic Yin energy quickly filled the air. In the surging Yin energy, a figure in a red wedding dress loomed, floating towards the middle-aged swordsman.
The latter sheathed his sword and retreated, letting out a loud shout.
The Ghost Bride, who had floated behind her, froze, and then was stabbed in the body by the crimson sword.
"ah"
The ghost bride let out a scream, and black smoke erupted from her body.
Against a swordsman who is the best at killing and has the evil-breaking passive, the level 4 wraith is naturally not enough. Zhang Yuanqing had already expected that he summoned the Ghost Bride just to delay time.
A floppy triangular little red riding hood was thrown towards Blood Rose.
Blood Rose stretched out her hand to fish it out and put it on her head. The next second, her body suddenly grew taller, her clothes burst open, and golden hairs as sharp as steel needles grew out of her snow-white skin.
Triangular ears sprouted from the top of the head, the lower half of the face elongated, the dark pupils turned into golden beast pupils, the hands and feet tended to become canine, and sharp claws were extended.
In an instant, Blood Rose transformed into a four-meter-tall golden-haired werewolf, with hot molten liquid flowing from its fangs-staggered mouth.
Flame Demon Wolf!
"What's this?"
"Gu beast?"
"I've never heard that there are wolves among Gu beasts."
There were exclamations in the audience. Most of the spectators were extraordinary, but there were also a small number of saints with high vision, and some of them had evil professions. But no matter who they were, they had never seen a werewolf.
Zhao Feichen squinted his eyes, gently pushed away the female companion beside him, and stared at the werewolf in the field without saying a word.
Even from a distance of more than ten meters, the aura emanating from the monster still made him tremble and fear.
Alienation? No, it's not like a beast body that I have never seen before. What kind of prop is this? Lian Yueyue looked at the werewolf and showed great interest.
As a weapon refiner, she is deeply interested in all special props.
While Blood Rose was transforming into a werewolf, Zhang Yuanqing stood at the edge of the ring, opened his starry eyes, and observed the face of the middle-aged swordsman.
There were dark clouds covering his face, and there was a hint of blood, indicating that the werewolf could pose a threat to him, but it seemed that it could not kill him. Zhang Yuanqing knew what he was doing, and immediately issued the order to attack.
The Flame Demonic Wolf could not wait any longer. Its strong and slender hind limbs sank slightly. With a "click" sound, the floor tiles of the arena cracked. The tall figure turned into an afterimage, and it fiercely pounced on the middle-aged swordsman.
The middle-aged swordsman was neither quick nor slow. Under his insight skills, he already knew the path of the demon wolf. He slid to the left, avoided the attack just in time, held his sword across his waist, and charged forward.
The crimson sword blade slashed across the flame demon wolf's thigh, creating a deep sword mark, but no bones were visible.
The werewolf's defensive power is astonishing. Even a swordsman who is good at breaking armor can only cut through flesh and blood.
The two sides passed each other, and the middle-aged swordsman glanced at the enemy standing at the edge of the ring. After confirming that it was not an illusion, he quickly turned around and slashed out a crimson sword energy.
The sword energy passed several meters away and hit the demon wolf that happened to turn around, leaving another deep sword mark.
The flame demon wolf roared angrily, its belly bulged, and it suddenly opened its mouth and spit out tongues of fire mixed with molten lava, instantly engulfing the middle-aged swordsman.
However, the next second, the middle-aged swordsman appeared on the other side.
How could such a slow attack hit the swordsman?
In the following time, the middle-aged swordsman moved around flexibly. Although he was passive at every turn, he spent most of the time dodging and was no longer as strong as before.
However, the Flame Demon Wolf's attacks always failed. The werewolf's proud agility had no advantage in front of a swordsman who was good at close combat and had insight.
On the contrary, the middle-aged swordsman always stabbed and slashed with his sword while dodging, constantly increasing the wounds on the demon wolf's body.
The little things add up and the monster is conquered little by little.
Zhao Feichen in the audience breathed a sigh of relief and took his female partner into his arms again. While caressing the young girl's sexy and hot body, he watched the battle on the stage.
Zhang Yuanqing watched for a long time, taking in all the advantages and disadvantages of both sides.
With the werewolf's attack power, it is not difficult to break through his defensive props, but he must be stopped and use defensive props. The werewolf is very fast, but it does not work. If I want to force him to use defensive props, I have to take action.
I first exchanged injuries for injuries, causing him to bleed, and then asked the demon wolf to cooperate with the attack, forcing him to use defensive items. After that, Zhang Yuanqing combined his own items and skills to quickly formulate a plan to kill the enemy.
After he cleared his mind, he kept his starry eyes open and saw the middle-aged swordsman's eyes shrouded in blood.
It really worked! He was very happy, not only did he have a method to defeat the enemy, but he also verified his application of astrology.
Immediately, he used an illusion to leave a fake body in place, and secretly used night travel to hide his body.
The middle-aged swordsman, who had been paying attention to him distractedly, immediately became vigilant and used his iron will combined with insight to defeat illusions.
The middle-aged swordsman immediately slashed an arc of sword energy behind him and swept across the entire scene, trying to force the Star Officer to appear in this way.
However, the sword energy rushed out of the ring, swept over the heads of everyone below, and rushed dozens of meters before weakening and disappearing.
Didn't hit anything.
Almost in the next second, Zhang Yuanqing, wearing a pair of black running shoes without logo and wearing yellow facial makeup, appeared behind him and stabbed the middle-aged swordsman in the back with the short blade in his hand.
How did he avoid the sword energy? The middle-aged swordsman's pupils shrank violently at such a speed.
Insight can predict the enemy's opportunities, but it cannot predict the invisible enemy.
In addition, the speed that this Star Officer explodes when he gets close is even comparable to that of a bewitching demon of the same level.
The middle-aged swordsman tried to block, dodge, and counterattack, but he was unable to do so. He could only turn sideways in an instant to avoid the vital point in the back.
"puff!"
The short blade successfully penetrated the middle-aged swordsman's body.
The severe pain made the hairs on the middle-aged swordsman's body stand on end. With the support of his iron will, he quickly suppressed the pain and remained calm, intending to seize this rare opportunity to get up close and fight back against the star officer.
Show him how foolish it is to attack a swordsman at close range.
But at this moment, he saw the demon wolf open its mouth, and flames spewed out from deep in its throat.
In desperation, I could only grab a clay sculpture from the inventory to protect my body.
Zhang Yuanqing's body turned into a dreamy starlight and escaped, avoiding the tongues of fire. It didn't matter if he didn't hide. With the Heart Guard of the Unyielding Guard guarding him, the flames of the demon wolf could not hurt him at all.
But he wanted to keep the blood on the blade.
The middle-aged swordsman was swallowed up by the flames mixed with the lava, and the scorching high temperature licked the light shield, burning the earth attribute energy shield red and translucent. However, the five elements of fire generate earth, and the earth attribute energy has extremely high flame resistance.
The werewolf's breath can only last three seconds. The middle-aged swordsman who had seen this move did not panic and silently waited for the opportunity.
Three seconds passed quickly. He was just about to put away the clay sculpture and fight back when he suddenly saw the star officer grab an ugly puppet from the inventory. His fingertips were stained with blood on the blade, he wiped it on the puppet and shouted:
"die!"
Killing curse!
The middle-aged swordsman's vision went dark, blood overflowed from his seven orifices, and his soul seemed to be torn into pieces.
He was seriously injured at once, but fortunately the curse level was not high enough to kill him as a level 5 swordsman.
But this also made him dare not put away the clay sculpture. He stopped where he was, raised his heavy arm with difficulty, grabbed an ivy-woven coat from the inventory, and slowly put it on his body.
A green halo covered him and quickly healed his injuries.
Seizing this opportunity, the flame demon wolf spread its sharp claws and scratched the red and translucent light mask again and again. The earth attribute energy mask that had not yet cooled down took on the shape of molten metal under the high-frequency scratching.
Like red-hot glass.
Finally, with a heart-wrenching creaking sound, the mask shattered, and the clay sculpture in the middle-aged swordsman's hand cracked.
"puff!"
The werewolf's sharp claws scratched the middle-aged swordsman's chest and abdomen so hard that the skin and flesh were torn apart.
"ah"
The middle-aged swordsman let out a heartbreaking scream, his skin instantly turned red and his muscles spasmed.
Fire poison enters the body!
The body, which was not fully healed, became even worse.
With a passive iron will, he still did not let the pain erode his sanity. He quickly took out a black iron mask that looked like a demon, covered his face, and blew hard.
In an instant, thick fog filled the entire arena, blocking the view.
"Mist Lord?"
"I can't see it now, tsk, but I can guess that he wants to use the thick fog to delay time and treat his injuries."
"It seems that we still don't know who will win this battle. Just now I thought that the star officer would definitely win."
"Yes, that kid watched the entire first half of the game, but almost ended the fight as soon as he made a move. He is a character. Is there such a talent in the Taiyi Sect?"
Among the people talking a lot, Zhao Feichen let out a breath of relief, and his tense mind relaxed.
As we all know, among the major local professions, the only one who can restrain the Fog Lord is the Dominator-level Rain Master.
Any other profession is helpless in the face of dense fog.
Just as he thought this, he heard a scream of "woo", and then a fierce wind blew in the ring.
The thick fog, as thin as gauze and as thick as pulp, was blown away by this strong wind.
On the stage, the figure of two people and a wolf appeared again.
Without any hesitation, Zhang Yuanqing, who was wearing the gloves of the Windbreaker, immediately swung two wind blades at the middle-aged man whose skin was red, whose orifices were bleeding, and whose breath was extremely weak.
At the same time, order the demon wolf to prepare its breath of fire.
"Dang! Dang!"
The middle-aged swordsman fought against the trapped beast and chopped the wind blade into pieces.
At this time, the flame demon wolf opened its mouth, and the flames mixed with the lava engulfed the middle-aged man.
Three seconds later, the flames extinguished, leaving only a charred corpse on the spot.