Whoosh!
Chu Feng suddenly turned his head. A young man dressed in luxurious robes strode in arrogantly, his arm wrapped around a young woman, as if the entire place belonged to him.
His gaze landed on Chu Feng, filled with undisguised ridicule. His cultivation had already reached the level of a 3rd Grade Martial Artist.
“Where did this stray dog come from, barking here?”
Chu Feng let out a cold snort and said, “Leng Yue, throw him out.”
“Chu Feng, you…” The young man’s expression changed abruptly, but before he could finish speaking, Leng Yue had already moved.
She appeared in front of him like a ghost, grabbed his collar, and with effortless ease, flung him out of the Misty Rain Pavilion’s entrance like tossing aside a chicken.
The young woman he had been holding stood frozen in shock. Only after a moment did she snap back to her senses, letting out a scream as she rushed after him. “Young Master Xu! Young Master Xu!!”
Chu Feng then turned to the stunned shop assistant and said, “What are you standing there for? Hurry and pack those cultivation resources!”
The assistant snapped out of it, hesitating as he looked at Chu Feng. “Young Master, are you sure you want all of them? The cultivation resources on this entire floor would cost at least 10 million taels of silver!”
“10 million?!”
Chu Feng’s expression stiffened. Altogether, he only had a little over 100,000 taels on him. Instinctively, he glanced at Leng Yue, but before he could speak, she shook the dagger in her hand and said, “This is all I have.”
Chu Feng smiled helplessly. Looking back at the assistant, he said, “I didn’t bring enough money today. Keep these items for me. I’ll come back tomorrow to buy them.”
“Of course!” the assistant replied promptly.
“Oh right,” Chu Feng continued, “you mentioned a beast arena on the second floor. What’s that about?”
The assistant immediately explained, “Young Master, the beast arena is where combat duels take place. Our Misty Rain Pavilion trains and recruits a large number of battle slaves who fight to the death in the arena.”
“Guests can place bets on who will win. If their chosen side wins, they receive payouts based on the odds. Of course, guests can also personally step into the arena to fight our battle slaves. If they win, they’ll receive rewards as well.”
Chu Feng muttered inwardly, this is basically the underground fight clubs from my previous life.
Without another word, he brought Leng Yue upstairs.
At the center of the second-floor arena was a massive sunken stage, surrounded by a transparent barrier, clearly designed to block the shockwaves from the battles.
The stands were packed with spectators, their deafening noise shaking the air.
On the stage, a brutal fight had just ended.
One battle slave’s head had been smashed apart by his opponent, blood spraying everywhere and staining the arena red.
The crowd erupted into thunderous cheers. At the same time, others cursed in frustration, clearly having bet on the wrong side.
“Next! Please welcome our defending champion with fifty consecutive victories… Lei Zhan!” the host shouted at the top of his lungs.
A man with an incredibly muscular build, his body coiled with power like a lion, stepped onto the stage. The aura of a 6th Grade Martial Artist surged from him, violent and ferocious.
“And him! Our newly recruited battle slave… Da Hu!” As soon as the host finished speaking, another man slowly walked onto the stage.
This man was equally sturdy, his skin dark, his face simple and honest-looking… yet his cultivation was only that of a 5th Grade Martial Artist.
“A 5th Grade fighting a 6th Grade? Are they insane?” the audience erupted in an uproar.
The host’s voice rang out again, “Lei Zhan’s odds are 1 to 50, Da Hu’s odds are 1 to 5! Place your bets now!”
After all, he was one grade higher and had already achieved fifty consecutive wins. The outcome seemed obvious.
As for Da Hu… almost no one bet on him.
At that moment, Chu Feng walked up to the betting counter and pushed forward all the silver he had left, over 100,000 taels. “I’m betting on Da Hu to win!”
Instantly, the surrounding crowd froze.
“Is this guy insane? Betting that much on a 5th Grade battle slave?”
“Shh! Keep your voice down, that’s the Heir of the Northern Suppression King’s Manor!”
“Hiss… the Heir of the Northern Suppression King’s Manor?!”
The moment Chu Feng’s identity was revealed, the previously noisy crowd fell silent. Their gazes toward him were filled with awe.
After placing his bet, Chu Feng calmly walked aside and sat down. However, inwardly he asked, “Yao Ji, are you sure that fool can win? This is all the money I have!”
“Relax, little brother,” Yao Ji’s teasing voice echoed in his mind.
The reason Chu Feng had bet on Da Hu was entirely because of her words.
Soon, the match officially began.
Lei Zhan looked at Da Hu with arrogance and said, “Trash, end yourself. Don’t dirty my hands.”
Da Hu showed no anger. He simply clenched his fists tightly and said in a deep voice, “Please, enlighten me.”
“Courting death!” Lei Zhan roared. He suddenly stepped forward, his right fist bursting out like a lion freed from its cage, tearing through the air as it smashed toward Da Hu. The force of the punch howled, making Da Hu’s clothes flutter violently.
Da Hu took a deep breath. His muscles tensed completely as a strange power surged within him. He also threw out a punch.
Boom!
Two massive fists collided with a dull, thunderous sound.
Just as everyone thought Da Hu’s head would be smashed apart in a single blow, a shocking scene unfolded.
Lei Zhan’s eyes suddenly widened. His body flew backward uncontrollably like a ragged sack, slamming heavily into the barrier before collapsing to the ground. He coughed up blood wildly… and then died on the spot.
Silence.
The entire arena fell into absolute stillness.
Not a single sound could be heard.
Everyone was stunned.
A 5th Grade Martial Artist… killing a 6th Grade Martial Artist with one punch?
How was that even possible?!
“He actually won?” Chu Feng was stunned.
“I told you,” Yao Ji said with a hint of satisfaction. “This Da Hu has an extraordinary physique and immense potential. Find a way to take him under your control. He’ll become a great help to you in the future.”
The host finally snapped out of his shock and announced Da Hu’s victory. The audience instantly exploded into chaos.
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“How can a 5th Grade beat a 6th Grade? I don’t believe it!”
Countless gamblers who had bet on Lei Zhan shouted hysterically, and the scene quickly descended into disorder.
The host suppressed the commotion and shouted, “Everyone! Does our Misty Rain Pavilion’s credibility need to be questioned?”
At those words, the complaints gradually subsided.
After all, the reputation of the Misty Rain Pavilion spoke for itself. Otherwise, so many people wouldn’t come here to gamble.
At that moment, Chu Feng looked at the host and asked, “Is this battle slave for sale?”
The host glanced at Da Hu and smiled. “Young Master, all battle slaves of our Misty Rain Pavilion can be bought. However, someone with Da Hu’s strength will be more expensive… 500,000 taels of silver.”
“Deal!” Chu Feng agreed without hesitation. He had just won quite a bit from his bet… just enough.
At that moment, a clear yet arrogant voice rang out, “I’ll offer 1 million taels. This battle slave… I want him.”
Whoosh!
A young man in white robes, pure as snow, holding a folding fan, walked over surrounded by attendants.
“Isn’t that Shen Yufeng, the young master of the Duke Shen Manor?!” someone exclaimed.
Shen Yufeng was the son of one of the four great dukes of the Great Qian Empire. At a young age, he had already reached the level of a 5th Grade Martial Artist and was considered a top talent among the younger generation in the capital.
He walked up to Chu Feng, his gaze sweeping over him with a gentle smile. “Heir Chu, I’ve taken a liking to this battle slave as well. My apologies.”
Chu Feng wasn’t angry. He simply shrugged and said, “Your price is higher than mine. There’s nothing to apologize for.”
Shen Yufeng was taken aback. He hadn’t expected Chu Feng to give up so easily. In the past, whenever this man set his sights on something, he would fight for it to the bitter end.
Looks like he knows the Northern Suppression King’s Manor is declining, so he’s backing down, Shen Yufeng thought, a trace of mockery curling at the corner of his lips.
He then instructed his attendants, “Bring the money.”
The attendants immediately stepped forward, presenting a stack of silver notes.
“Young Master, this battle slave now belongs to you.”
The people from the Misty Rain Pavilion quickly brought Da Hu before Shen Yufeng.
“Mm, not bad,” Shen Yufeng nodded in satisfaction and was just about to take Da Hu away.
“Wait.”
Chu Feng suddenly spoke. His voice wasn’t loud, yet it carried clearly to everyone present. “I want this man.”
Shen Yufeng paused, then slowly turned around, his gaze turning cold. “Heir Chu, what do you mean?”
Chu Feng grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. “Nothing much. Since you’ve already paid… I’ll just take him away.”
Shen Yufeng’s expression darkened instantly, his voice turning icy. “Chu Feng, are you trying to take him by force?”
“Yes,” Chu Feng nodded seriously. “I am taking him by force.”