An angry roar echoed through the heavens.
Outside the Death Arena, Qi Yan had a smile on her face as she muttered to herself, “Little Junior Brother, I believe in you.
You can definitely survive, hehe.”
Having traded Xiao Chen for five hundred Spirit Stones, her words faded as she headed straight for the largest casino in the city.
He never imagined that Qi Yan would actually sell him.
After an angry roar, Xiao Chen calmed down.
At this point, running was obviously impossible.
‘The Leshan Prefecture is behind this Death Arena.
Since they’ve already paid for me, they’ll never let me go.
Even being a disciple of the East Sword Pavilion is useless.
After all, they didn’t force me… my own Senior Sister is the one who sold me.’
Seeing Xiao Chen calm down so quickly, the one-eyed man was slightly taken aback.
‘This kid isn’t old, but his mental fortitude is impressive,’ he thought.
‘To calmly accept all this in such a short time… not bad.’
He silently praised Xiao Chen, but such admiration changed nothing.
Everything still had to proceed according to the agreement.
He had signed an agreement with Qi Yan earlier, and now the one-eyed man relayed its contents truthfully to Xiao Chen.
“This is the agreement your Senior Sister signed for you.
You only need to remember three points.
First, the Death Arena has bought you for a period of six months.
Within these six months, you must unconditionally fight in all battles arranged for you by the Death Arena.”
“Second, you will fight once every two days.”
“Third, because your Senior Sister said you were a genius, your rating is S-rank.
This means that in every one of your fights, your opponent will be at least one minor realm higher than you, with no upper limit.”
The Death Arena rated every fighter.
Starting from C-rank, the four tiers were C, B, A, and S.
C-rank was the weakest, meaning C-rank fighters wouldn’t face anyone with a higher cultivation level.
B-rank and A-rank fighters might face stronger opponents, but not in every match, and their opponents’ cultivation could be at most one minor realm higher.
As for the highest S-rank, it was just as he had said: every opponent would be at least one minor realm stronger, with no upper limit.
That meant you could face an opponent one minor realm stronger, two minor realms stronger, or even—it wasn’t impossible—three minor realms stronger.
‘S-rank?’ Hearing the one-eyed man’s words, fury once again erupted in Xiao Chen’s heart.
‘That bitch Qi Yan!
Not only did she sell me, but she also…’
‘I know exactly why that bitch got me rated as an S-rank fighter—it was all to sell me for a few more Spirit Stones!
A demon!
She’s an absolute demon!
I’m her Little Junior Brother, yet she could do something so utterly depraved.’
‘I have to face a life-or-death battle every other day, and my opponents will all be at least one minor realm stronger than me.’ He wished he could flay that bitch Qi Yan alive, but that was obviously unrealistic.
‘Right now, I need to figure out how to survive these next six months.’
Xiao Chen was provided with living quarters: a sealed stone room.
It was simple, but it had all the necessities.
Moreover, if Xiao Chen had any requests, he could tell the guards.
As long as it wasn’t too outrageous, it would generally be granted—with the obvious exception of leaving the Death Arena.
Sitting cross-legged on a cattail cushion in the stone room, Xiao Chen wanted to cry but had no tears.
‘Is this supposed to be my “training”?’ he thought bitterly.
‘This is just pushing me to my death.
In the Death Arena, victory is only decided by death.
There’s no stopping short.
It’s either you die, or I do.’
A wordless night passed.
The next day, Xiao Chen was to face his first life-or-death battle.
Inside a vast, circular palace, a huge Death Arena sat at the center.
It was surrounded by hard, towering walls dozens of meters high.
Atop these walls were densely packed seats for the spectating guests.
The first deathmatch was between Xiao Chen and a Martial Artist at the Great Success in the Yellow Extreme Realm.
Before it even began, the stands were already full.
At the same time, the betting for this fight had opened.
The odds on Xiao Chen were 1-to-2.
As the crowd placed their bets, a burly man who seemed to be the host stood in the center of the Death Arena, working hard to hype up the atmosphere.
Under his influence, the atmosphere grew increasingly feverish.
At the same time, the two fighters were finally about to enter the arena.
“Next, allow me to grandly introduce the two powerhouses of this battle!
Entering first is the man with three consecutive victories, known as Iron Hand Invincible…
Black Tower!”
The host introduced the two deathmatch combatants in a high-pitched voice.
As he spoke, a man well over two meters tall and built like a mountain of muscle walked out from the stone gate on the left.
This man’s cultivation was at the Great Success in the Yellow Extreme Realm.
His skin was extremely dark, and his eyes subconsciously radiated a faint killing intent.
A wave of cheers erupted as Black Tower entered.
The host then turned his gaze to the stone gate on the right and began to speak.
“And now, making his debut, is our Death Arena’s newest S-rank fighter, an Outer Disciple Elite from the East Sword Pavilion…
Xiao Chen!”
The host showed no hesitation in announcing Xiao Chen’s identity, directly naming the East Sword Pavilion.
Hearing that a disciple from the East Sword Pavilion was fighting, the crowd grew even more excited.
It was rare for a Sect Disciple to participate in a deathmatch.
Therefore, whenever one did, everyone was full of anticipation.
After all, the combat prowess of a Sect Disciple was generally far superior to that of a Loose Cultivator.
Amidst the thunderous cheers, Xiao Chen walked out from the stone gate with a calm expression.
At 1.8 meters tall with a somewhat lean build, he was noticeably shorter than Black Tower.
Looking at Black Tower before him, Xiao Chen knew this was his first opponent.
He said nothing.
Black Tower, on the other hand, laughed scornfully.
“A little brat who hasn’t even finished puberty dares to join a deathmatch?
Are you here looking to die?
Perfect.
I’ve never killed a Sect Disciple before, especially not one from a behemoth like the East Sword Pavilion…”
Black Tower taunted him carelessly.
Hearing this, Xiao Chen didn’t reply.
After the staff had exited the arena, his Storage Ring flashed, and the Cyan Cloud Sword appeared directly in his hand.
With the Profound Soldier in his hand, Xiao Chen’s aura immediately sharpened.
Seeing that the two were about to clash, the audience roared, and the atmosphere in the arena reached its peak.
The battle was about to begin.
Meanwhile, in a private room on the third floor of the Death Arena, the same one-eyed man who had signed the agreement with Qi Yan yesterday stood respectfully behind an exquisitely beautiful young woman.
The young woman smiled charmingly.
“You’re saying this kid was sold by that Mother Yecha?”
“Yes, it was indeed Miss Qi Yan…”
“That Mother Yecha…
she’s truly ruthless.
I heard this boy is her Little Junior Brother, and also the new disciple that Senior Cangxuan just accepted…”
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