C8 On the Life and Death Arena in Anger

The dense Sword Intent was like thousands of sharp swords hovering in the air, and Ye Heng was right in the center of those sharp swords.

"What? Are you so scared that you can't speak? Now, if you kneel down and beg for mercy, perhaps I can even leave your corpse intact. " Zhao Yuanzheng's sharp eyes seemed to want to pierce through Ye Heng as he mocked him mercilessly.

"A dog that doesn't know how to bite likes to bark randomly. " Ye Heng's expression didn't change as he casually said. It was as if he didn't care about the fierce Sword Intent, he didn't even look at Zhao Yuanzheng.

At this moment, Ye Heng looked casual and at ease. In fact, he had long regarded Zhao Yuanzheng as the most dangerous person in his heart. He was extremely vigilant and did not even blink. He was fully concentrated on being on guard.

The pressure that Zhao Yuanzheng gave him far exceeded that of Zhou Shaan. That pressure was like a huge mountain pressing down on his shoulder. Even breathing was difficult.

"You're about to die, yet you still refuse to admit it. " Murderous intent flashed across Zhao Yuanzheng's face. Yuan energy surged, and his right palm was covered with a frightening cold light. The sharp Sword Intent rapidly increased in size, as if it was going to pierce through the sky. His Qi was extremely shocking.

A lowly worker disciple would feel a sharp pain in their eyes just by looking at Zhao Yuanzheng. As for someone as strong as Zhou Shaan, it was not easy for him to do so. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and even his breathing became heavy.

Just as Zhao Yuanzheng was about to strike out with his palm, Ye Heng suddenly shouted.

"Wait. "

When Zhao Yuanzheng heard this, he subconsciously stopped. Then, with a scornful smile, he said sarcastically, "What? Do you want to beg for mercy now? It's too late! "

He wanted to see what Ye Heng was up to. So what if he was up to something? In front of his absolute strength, everything was insignificant.

"I will use my life as a bet to challenge you. I dare you to meet me on the life-and-death stage!" Ye Heng looked straight at Zhao Yuanzheng and spoke with an unusually firm tone.

Silence! A deathly silence. At this moment, if an embroidery needle fell on the ground, one could clearly hear it.

Who would have thought that after witnessing Zhao Yuanzheng's powerful strength, Ye Heng still dared to challenge him to a life and death battle? He was too arrogant and conceited.

One should know that once one stepped onto the life and death arena, one would never rest until one of them died. Only the victor could walk down from the arena. There was absolutely no second possibility.

Initially, even if Ye Heng escaped, no one would blame him. After all, his opponent was too powerful. If he didn't escape, he would die.

But now, Ye Heng had taken the initiative to find trouble with Zhao Yuanzheng, and even arranged a life and death match. This wasn't called bravery, but stupidity. He couldn't be any more stupid.

"Ha? I thought you would say something, but it's actually a life and death match. Hahaha, With just you? A service disciple who isn't even qualified to carry my shoes still wants to go to the life and death arena with me? This is the funniest joke I've ever heard. But. . . "Zhao Yuanzheng paused for a moment, then his smile disappeared from his face. Horrifying killing intent flowed in his eyes, "I accept it!"

"I will step on you ruthlessly in front of everyone and destroy all your self-esteem. I will let you experience what it means to live a life worse than death! Finally, in the midst of despair and helplessness, in the midst of everyone's ridicule and contempt, you will die a painful and painful death! I will make sure that no one dares to offend me in the future, Zhao Yuanzheng!"

Zhao Yuanzheng's voice was so cold that there was not a trace of emotion in it. It was like the north wind blowing in the winter, causing everyone's hands and feet to turn cold and their spines to turn cold.

"Are you done with your nonsense? I'll see you on the life and death arena then!" After saying that, the expressionless Ye Heng walked towards the life-and-death stage.

Seeing Ye Heng's casual manner, the killing intent in Zhao Yuanzheng's eyes intensified. Without saying a word, he also walked towards the life and death arena.

"Hey, did you guys hear that the service disciple wants to challenge a disciple of the Outer Sect? What's wrong with this world?"

"I heard that the service disciple is the trash from the Mischarge Peak who doesn't have any Yuan energy. "

"That's the person. I remember that he was called Ye Heng. "

. . .

The news spread like wildfire, quickly spreading outside the door. Perhaps no one knew Ye Heng's name, but everyone knew Zhao Yuanzheng's name.

One should know that Zhao Yuanzheng was a famous figure in the outer sect. When he first entered the Outer Sect, he was ranked on the Outer Sect's leaderboard, and in less than half a year, he was ranked in the top 50 of the Outer Sect's leaderboard. Now, this number had become 40. From this, one could imagine how terrifying his strength was.

At this moment, the edge of the life and death arena had become so crowded that not even a drop of water could leak out. There were servant disciples from the Mischarge Peak and disciples from the Outer Sect in the other lower peaks.

There were even people who placed bets in the village. The odds were one to ten. One was Zhao Yuanzheng, and the other was Ye Heng. One side was favored by the heavens, while the other side was a piece of trash whose Yuan energy had yet to be condensed. Comparing the two, even an idiot would not bet on Ye Heng.

"I bet on Ye Heng to win, one hundred gold coins. " Lim Hua squeezed out from the crowd and bet a hundred gold coins without hesitation.

"I bet on Mr Ye too. This is my bet, one thousand gold coins. " Zhou Shaan also ran over and threw away 1000 gold coins. He said heroically.

There was actually someone who bet on that trash to win. Wasn't this just giving money? All the disciples were shocked, and at the same time, the corners of their mouths bloomed with joy. Who would have more money?

"This is my five hundred gold coins. " At this moment, a beautiful woman with long white hair slowly walked over. Although this woman was extremely beautiful, her entire body emitted a cold aura, making people not dare to approach her.

"Hello, beautiful. You are betting on Zhao Yuanzheng to win, right?" Sun Junfeng's eyes lit up and said with a hint of flattery.

However, the long-haired beauty shook her head.

"No, I bet on Ye Heng. " After saying that, she threw away five hundred gold coins and left.

This long-haired beauty was Leng Aoxue, who had asked Ye Heng for help earlier. She had also heard about the life and death battle between Ye Heng and Zhao Yuanzheng, so she rushed to the life and death arena. Instinct told her that Ye Heng was not simple, and she also hated that Zhao Yuanzheng.

At this moment, Ye Heng and Zhao Yuanzheng were confronting each other from afar. A faint light screen covered the arena. There was no need for a referee in the life and death competition. Life and death were decided by the heavens. The light screen would not disappear until the competition was over. Only the winner could walk down the stage.

"Trash, you better not die too quickly, or else I won't have any fun!" After Zhao Yuanzheng finished speaking, he opened up his bow steps. Yuan energy seeped out from his body, and majestic Sword Intents soared into the sky. Behind him, six essence energy vortices spun rapidly.

In an instant, all the spiritual energy in the world was gathering towards Zhao Yuanzheng.

"He really is a genius. To be able to comprehend the Sword Intent at such a young age!"

"Look at that substance-like Yuan energy, it's too powerful. "

"I'm definitely going to win. I can already see countless gold coins waving at me. "

Countless disciples who bet on Zhao Yuanzheng's victory could not help but clench their fists. Their eyes were filled with excitement. One should know that ordinary disciples did not have a lot of money per month. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were poor. If they won this match, the money they earned would be enough to cover their expenses for at least three months.

Sixth level of the Origin Vortex. A bitter smile appeared on Ye Heng's face. He knew that Zhao Yuanzheng in front of him was very strong, but he didn't expect Zhao Yuanzheng to be this strong.

One should know that Ye Heng was only at the fourth level of the Origin Vortex, and there were two realms between him and Zhao Yuanzheng. The difference in strength was like the difference between heaven and earth.

In the next moment, Ye Heng abandoned all distracting thoughts. He stepped on the ground, and his body shot toward Zhao Yuanzheng like an arrow leaving the bow. He had already worn the black iron glove on his hand, and it was glowing with a metallic cold light.

He would strike first to gain the upper hand!

The distance of 30 meters was only two breaths of time.

Ye Heng's fist smashed towards Zhao Yuanzheng's face with lightning speed. The wind whistled and the sound of breaking through the air was heard before the fist arrived. The light of Yuan energy circulated on his fist, and Ye Heng used his full strength as soon as he attacked.

"Hmph. " Zhao Yuanzheng glanced at him with disdain, then waved his right hand. The Sword Intent that filled the sky gathered Yuan energy, and quickly condensed into a solid form.

In less than half a breath's time, more than a dozen longswords formed from Yuan energy hung high in the air. The sword trembled slightly and in the next moment, it was like a wild horse that had escaped its reins as it shot towards Ye Heng.

The condensed elemental energy swords were three times sharper than the sharp swords forged from black iron. If more than ten swords shot out at the same time, the power would probably be enough to flatten a small mountain.

"Whiz, whiz, whiz!" The elemental energy swords were extremely fast. In an instant, they appeared above Ye Heng's head.

If Ye Heng did not stop attacking, he was afraid that before his fist could hit Zhao Yuanzheng's face, he would be turned into a sieve by these dozen Yuan energy swords. He would die without a doubt.

With a raise of his brows, Ye Heng chopped off the ground with his feet and forcefully retracted his fist. He twisted his body and jumped to the side, avoiding the Yuan energy swords that came raining down from all directions.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The elemental energy sword that had lost its target slammed into the ground. Then, it suddenly exploded, creating a deep pit with a diameter of ten feet.

If Ye Heng hadn't dodged the attack just now, he would have been dead by now.

"Tsk, you're pretty fast. You won't be so lucky next time. " Zhao Yuanzheng's eyes turned cold as he waved his arms.

The light of Yuan energy flashed in front of him. After one breath, there were fifty Yuan energy swords floating in front of him.

"This. . . " The surrounding disciples were all dumbfounded. There were actually 50 Yuan Power swords with such formidable power. How could they not live?

Following Zhao Yuanzheng's command, fifty Yuan energy swords tore through the air and shot towards Ye Heng.

Ye Heng raised his head and looked over. His vision was filled with Yuan energy swords. They were densely packed, covering the sky and covering the earth. Not a single crack was left behind.

There was no other way. Ye Heng could only retreat. However, he only took a few steps before he reached the edge of the life and death arena. There was nowhere to retreat.

"Let's see if you still won't die this time. " Zhao Yuanzheng's arm shook, and another twenty Yuan Power swords shot towards Ye Heng.

However, this time, after Zhao Yuanzheng condensed the Yuan energy swords, his body trembled slightly, and a trace of exhaustion appeared on his face. In the next moment, he returned to his original state.

Ye Heng keenly noticed Zhao Yuanzheng's unusual behavior, and he heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. It seemed that those sword energies were also a huge burden to him, and the amount of Yuan energy he expended was definitely not a small amount.

It was not that he had no chance of winning! A resolute look flickered in Ye Heng's eyes. He clenched his fist tightly, and all the Yuan energy in his body converged towards his right fist.

This time, thirty percent of the Yuan energy in his Dantian was extracted by Ye Heng.

"Hu. . . "

The sound of the wind whistling through the air was heard. The next moment, twenty Origin Power swords appeared in front of Ye Heng. Under Zhao Yuanzheng's intentional control, this time, he sealed off all the space Ye Heng could escape from.

"Go to hell!"

Following Zhao Yuanzheng's shout, the twenty origin energy swords exploded together.

The intense explosion stirred up the dust on the ground and filled the air, turning into a thick fog that obscured everyone's vision.

Although they didn't know what happened inside, no one thought that Ye Heng would be able to survive the explosion.