C1010 Gladiator

The next day.

Qing Feng and Wan Shaan were brought to the arena by Elder Hsing.

If the Heavenly Star City was said to be a peaceful city, then the Arena was the only place in the Heavenly Star City that was not at ease. This place was filled with bloody violence and all kinds of desires.

Ever since the establishment of the Heavenly Star City, the Arenas had already existed. Thus, the Gladiators who came here came from the Slave Market began to fight among themselves at high prices.

The loser will only die and the winner will only live for the time being. Perhaps he will die at the hands of the other Gladiators the next day.

Thus, regardless of the outcome of the battle, it would be meaningless to the Gladiators who were born as slaves.

Only if someone managed to win a hundred battles in a row would they be able to leave the arena safely. However, no one had ever managed to win a hundred battles in a row since the arena was established. As long as someone managed to win a hundred battles in a row, they would eventually die in the hands of the other Gladiators. Thus, no one would ever be able to get out of the arena.

Elder Hsing sent Qing Feng and the others to the Arena and then left. He didn't say anything else. Those who could be sold to the Arena were all in the Slave Market. Those with good physiques or cultivators.

Wan Shaan was a cultivator at the Essence Condensation Realm, so naturally, there was no need to say anything. The reason why Qing Feng sent him to the Arena was that he had noticed the problem in his body. Although he didn't know what it was, he felt that he couldn't leave Qing Feng by his side.

He had to be sent away, and of course, the Arena was the best choice.

Qing Feng and Wan Shaan were locked up in different cages on both sides.

In these cages, there were also other prisoners. Unlike the slaves in the Slave Market, these prisoners were all true cultivators with various kinds of injuries on their bodies. It seemed that these people were the Gladiators who had survived in the Arena.

As soon as Qing Feng came into the cage, he was locked on by a dozen pairs of eyes that were looking him up and down, as if they were trying to figure out who this newcomer was.

However, after looking at him for a long time, they still couldn't figure out how powerful Qing Feng was because they couldn't feel the aura of a cultivator circulating around Qing Feng's body at all.

This caught the attention of the other Gladiators as they assumed that the new arrival was an expert. There could only be two outcomes for them to be unable to see through him. One was that Qing Feng's cultivation was stronger than theirs, and the other was that he was simply an ordinary person without the slightest bit of cultivation.

All of these Gladiators believed that this would be the first result. After all, those who could be sent to the Arenas were all cultivators. Those who sold slaves always liked to make a fortune in the Arena. If they sent over ordinary slaves, it would only anger some of the rich.

When Qing Feng saw that these people were looking at him, he didn't think too much about it or feel afraid. He found a corner and sat down.

He had not been here before and did not know what these people were doing here. He wanted to ask Wan Shaan about himself, but when Qing Feng asked Wan Shaan if he knew him last night, Wan Shaan did not answer at all. This made Qing Feng very depressed.

In the end, Qing Feng could only give up and wanted to wait until the next day to ask about it. However, today, the two of them were directly brought to the Arena, and they were separated from each other. This made things difficult for him.

He didn't know where this place was, nor did he know when he would be able to meet Wan Shaan again.

Just as Qing Feng was thinking about these things, a series of thunderous cheers came from outside the cage.

The iron door to the cage slowly opened. One of the Gladiators, who had just looked at the cool breeze, clenched his fists and walked out of the iron door with a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

"*Swoosh!*"

A dazzling beam of light shot through the iron door. Since the cage was dark and damp, it was extremely dazzling under the bright light.

After adapting himself to the environment for a while, Qing Feng finally saw what was going on outside the iron gate. He saw that the place where the Gladiator was walking towards was a ring-shaped enclosed area. The place was filled with people who were all in high spirits and were cheering at the same time.

Cool Breeze didn't know why these people were so excited. He was a little surprised, but as these people cheered, Cool Breeze felt his heart start to boil and fill his limbs, and his blood started to boil.

On the other side of the arena, Wan Shaan also saw the same scene as Qing Feng, for a Gladiator had also walked out of his cage. He knew exactly what kind of place the arena was, but when he heard the enthusiastic cheers of the people outside, he too felt extremely excited.

He hated the country he was standing on, because it had destroyed his family and made him a slave, and so he hated not only the country, but the people of it.

"Gu Yang!" Wan Shaan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he whispered.

As soon as the two Gladiators walked out of the cage, the iron door immediately closed, making it impossible for Wan Shaan and Qing Feng to see what was going on outside. Despite the fact that they could not see what was happening outside, the sounds from outside continued to grow louder and louder. There were cheers and curses coming from inside the cage.

Even though he didn't know what was going on outside, he could hear the sound of the battle going on outside.

...

At this time, in the Heavenly Faction of the Great Thousand World.

A white-clothed figure carrying a Star Long Sword on his back was standing in the thatched cottage behind the Heavenly Faction. Behind this figure stood the current sect master of the Heavenly Faction, Lee Zhuohua's junior brother, Soong Lingyan.

The white-clothed figure silently sized up the thatched cottage in front of him. He did not say a word, but Soong Lingyan, who was behind him, felt an incomparable pressure from the other party's body. This feeling was something that he had only felt before from his own master, Xie Yange.

Therefore, he understood how strong the man in front of him was. It was just that he did not know The White-robed Man, and he did not know why he had come to the Heavenly Faction.

It was just that the other party did not show the slightest bit of hostility, which made Soong Lingyan feel slightly more relaxed. In his opinion, this kind of expert would be able to destroy the current Heavenly Faction with a single hand.

"Where is Lee Zhuohua?" The figure in white suddenly spoke, but he still did not turn around.

Soong Lingyan was slightly stunned when he heard the question of the white-clothed figure. He did not know why the other party would ask about the whereabouts of his senior brother.

"May I know why senior is looking for my senior brother?" Although he did not sense the hostility from the other party's body, he still wanted to figure out why this person was looking for his senior brother.

The figure in white did not immediately answer Soong Lingyan's question. Instead, he stood there in silence, as if he had turned into a statue.

After a long while, the figure in white slowly turned around.

A steady and determined face appeared in Soong Lingyan's eyes. The stars in his eyes were bright, as if there were many stars disappearing. What kind of person was he?

"My name is Ye Changkong."