C1015 Three Years

Since half of the Gladiators would die in each duel, the arena would have to collect a new Gladiator from the Slave Market after each duel. Furthermore, the arena would have a duel every ten days.

After surviving for the first time, Qing Feng also realized that he had to learn the Purple Sun Heaven Palm, and he had to obtain strength in order to survive and get out.

Wan Shaan had also won his first battle, but the process was different from Qing Feng's. Qing Feng won by a narrow margin, but Wan Shaan crushed his opponent with an absolute advantage. In the end, he also showed no mercy when he killed his opponent, which formed a sharp contrast with Qing Feng.

"Hah!"

Qing Feng shouted in a low voice. He threw out his palm and hit his opponent's face, sending him flying. He won the second round of the fight.

Ten days later, Qing Feng had already grasped the basics of the Purple Sun Heaven Palm, making it much easier for him to deal with the other Gladiators.

Just like last time, he did not kill his opponent, which also caused the audience to be furious, but Qing Feng had already decided not to kill anyone in the Arena.

He endured the curses from the crowd and retreated. However, the rules of the Arena would not change because of him. If Qing Feng did not make a move, the middle-aged man from the Arena would come down and kill the loser in order to satisfy the audience.

Qing Feng also knew that his actions would be meaningless to the Arena, but he wanted to stay true to himself and not become like them.

Perhaps it was intentionally arranged by the Arena, but after Qing Feng, it was Wan Shaan's turn to enter the arena. The two of them did not meet each other.

The result was the same as the first time. Wan Shaan killed his opponent with ease and won the cheers of everyone present.

Twenty days later, the third round of combat began again.

In just twenty days, Qing Feng had used the Purple Sun Heaven Palm to enter the path of a cultivator. Now that he was already a body-refining cultivator, his chances of survival in the arena increased.

He had won the battle, but he had suffered some injuries because his opponent was also a cultivator, and was no weaker than him. Luckily, at the last moment, Qing Feng had discovered a weakness of his opponent, so he had been able to defeat him.

Just like the previous two times, he didn't fight. After he won, he turned around and left.

"Stop right there! Coward, I don't need your mercy. If you are a man, just kill me!" His opponent laid on the ground and roared at Qing Feng.

Hearing the voice, Qing Feng stopped in his tracks, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he still retreated.

The Arena was still filled with curses. The middle-aged man came back to the arena and quickly ended the loser's life. He looked at Qing Feng's back and squinted his eyes. In the end, he didn't say anything and left again.

After that, the matches would still be Wan Shaan's. Wan Shaan and Qing Feng seemed to have completely different styles in the Arena.

Each victory of Qing Feng's was not easy, and there was a danger of defeat every time, but each time he turned the tables on himself, and in the end he did not kill the loser, which made the audience furious.

On the other hand, Wan Shaan was different. Every time he appeared, he would defeat his opponent with absolute confidence and then end the loser's name with a thunderous momentum, winning the cheers of the audience.

The two of them were like ice and fire respectively. They were both using different styles to affect this ruthless Arena.

Thirty days later, Qing Feng won, and Wan Shaan won.

Forty days later, Qing Feng won by a narrow margin, and Wan Shaan won.

Half a year later, he still won, and Wan Shaan also maintained his winning streak.

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Three years later, this was the hundredth battle between Qing Feng and Wan Shaan.

If both of them won this battle, then they would be able to get rid of their status as slaves and leave the Arena. This could be an extremely important match for both of them.

For the past three years, Qing Feng had completely mastered the Purple Sun Heaven Palm, and his cultivation had reached the peak of the Condensing Origin Stage. He was only half a step away from the Astral Realm.

Such a level of cultivation was extremely rare even in Heavenly Star City. One must know that there were not many people in Heavenly Star City who were capable of such feats. Furthermore, they were all big shots.

There were even fewer people who had reached Qing Feng's level of cultivation in the Arena. It could be said that other than a few people, Qing Feng was already invincible in the Arena.

In the past three years, Qing Feng had been winning by a narrow margin time and time again until he was able to easily defeat his opponent, and then to the point where no one was able to withstand ten of his moves. His improvement was simply too fast.

The people from the Arena had also noticed the improvement in Qing Feng's cultivation. Although Qing Feng's matches would cause everyone to curse every time he appeared, he had also brought a lot of profit to the Arena.

Therefore, although the Arena was dissatisfied with Qing Feng's decision to not kill the loser, no one cared about him.

On the other hand, Wan Shaan, on the other hand, had been walking in a pool of blood for the past three years. Ninety-nine people had already died in his hands, and in every battle, he had killed his opponents. To him, the Arena was where he truly belonged. He was unable to avenge his parents, and the anger in his heart had long since burned through his entire body. He could only vent his anger in this way.

For the past three years, he had won every battle with absolute confidence. Three years ago, he was already at the late Condensing Origin Stage, and now, he was even half a step into the Astral Success Realm.

In the entire arena, there was not a single Gladiator who possessed a higher cultivation base than him. If Qing Feng was said to be the invincible existence here, then Wan Shaan would be the great demon king here. No one would be his match.

It was precisely because of Wan Shaan's attitude that every time he made an appearance, the audience would burst into enthusiastic cheers.

This was the night before the 100th battle between the two of them. In the past three years, the two of them had not fought against each other. It was unknown if the Arena had arranged it this way on purpose.

Now, the two of them had already reached the hundredth battle, and they were both thinking about some things in their hearts.

"It's finally the last match. I wonder what kind of opponent they will arrange for me? As long as I win this match, I will be able to leave. I wonder how Zi Lan has been doing these past three years." Qing Feng laid on the ground, looking at the ceiling of the prison as he thought to himself.

In his cage, no one dared to get close to him, because they all knew how powerful he was.

Qing Feng had been waiting for three years, and finally, the last fight had arrived. As long as he won, he would be able to leave. During these three years, he had been thinking about leaving this place all the time.

However, his strength was still insufficient. His cultivation had already reached the peak of the Essence Condensation Realm. To be exact, as long as he forced himself to leave, the people of the Arena would not be able to stop him. However, Qing Feng did not do so. He always felt that there were even more powerful people in the Arena, so he wanted to leave the Arena in such a way.

Slowly, Qing Feng closed his eyes and began to mobilize the strength in his body, preparing himself for tomorrow's fight.

Meanwhile, Wan Shaan was also sitting cross-legged on the other side. At this moment, his body was surrounded by a thick murderous aura that no one dared to approach. This was the murderous aura that was created by blood and life.