C9

After a night of cultivation, Yi Feng stopped meditating in the morning. After a night of cultivation, he was in his best condition. After a casual wash, he pushed open the door and entered the courtyard. Elder Zhuo was already standing in the courtyard.

"Feng Er, I've arranged for you to participate in the fighting. Can you blame me for that?" Elder Zhuo suddenly asked.

Yi Feng did not expect elder Zhuo to ask this question, but still sincerely said, "I do not have any thoughts of blaming Master."

"Alright, follow me." Elder Zhuo immediately led the way towards the outside.

The two of them walked out of the restaurant and turned into a street, heading towards the center of Yuan Tan City. On the way, the master and disciple duo did not talk. A moment later, a huge circular building appeared in front of them. It took up an extremely large area. This was the Yuan Dan arena.

At this time, there were a lot of martial artists entering and exiting the arena. Some of them looked very worried, some of them were happy, but most of them were stupefied. There were also many ordinary people who entered the restaurant. Most of them held paper tickets in their hands, indicating that they were here to buy tickets.

Elder Zhuo brought Yi Feng into the arena without stopping. There were even more warriors inside, but no noise could be heard. The two of them arrived at a counter. A young and pretty girl was already there, smiling professionally.

"What can I do for you?" She was not here to buy tickets. This was the registration office, and the old man was here to participate in the fight. It seemed like both of them were not suitable to participate in the fight.

"He has signed up to participate in the fighting. He is an Advanced Martial Disciple." Elder Zhuo pointed at Yi Feng and said to the girl.

The majority of the participants were over thirty years old and were all rogue cultivators who had no chance of advancing to the next stage. With such a young age, if one participated in the fight, they would just be sending themselves to their deaths, although the lady was suspicious, she still said professionally: "Sign this information sheet, and mark your name during the fight, and also the Life and Death Certificate. As long as the fight starts, one of the two will die, otherwise both of them will die, and all of the items on the dead party will belong to the victorious side. "A registration fee of 100 gold coins for diplomacy." From this, it could be seen that the Yuan Tan Arena was rich. Even its registration cost a hundred gold coins, and ordinary people only cost two hundred gold coins a year. However, it was impossible to get intermediate level weapons as a reward without great strength.

Yi Feng took the watch the lady handed him. Of course, he would not sign his real name on the list of names. Most likely, no one in the entire fighting arena would sign their real name. After signing the Life and Death Contract, he handed over another hundred gold coins.

After the lady had finished registering Yi Feng's identity, she gave Yi Feng the identity token, and then explained some things about the fighting arena.

In most competitions, there would only be gold coins as a reward for those who won, only for those who fought above the level or those who fought in the Martial Master realm. After all, most people would never change their cultivation techniques, but if the temptation of cultivation techniques was great enough, they would still fight with their lives on the line. In other words, there was no cross-level challenge between Martial Disciples and Martial Disciples. Only Martial Disciples, Martial Disciples, and Martial Masters could be considered cross-level challenge. There were many examples of successful cross-level challenge in the fighting arena, but most of them had failed.

There was also the fact that a fighter had to participate in at least one fight a week. The next fight that lasted more than a week would not be rewarded. This way, the audience can be guaranteed to have a fighting match to watch. If you want to participate in a combat every day, as long as you hand over your identity plate to the staff at the counter before noon, the fighting arena will randomly pick your opponent to fight with.

All the combat competitions were held at night because the audience was the most at night. In addition, there were people who placed bets in every match, especially on those rich and powerful Yuan Dan practitioners. It was normal for them to place bets of over a hundred thousand gold coins in a fight.

At the same time, the more fights one participated in within a fixed period of time, the more generous the rewards would be. If one won a continuous match but didn't win a match, the reward of gold coins would be doubled. If he won ten matches in a row, he would be eligible to challenge others beyond his level.

There was no such thing as admitting defeat or defeat in the middle of a fight. There was only the difference between life and death. This added to the stench of blood in the competition, making the audience even more excited.

For the sake of gold coins and weapons, these warriors would attack with all their might and kill their opponents, otherwise, they would be the ones lying on the ground.

At this moment, the lady suddenly said, "Mr. Sun Feng, there is still one elite Martial Disciple who has no opponent today. If you want to participate, the opponent will be this competitor, and if you are not willing, you can come and participate in the fighting competition tomorrow or in the future. New registered fighters must participate in the competition once a week." Hearing the girl's words, Yi Feng was completely speechless. Coincidentally, on the first day, there was a person who had no opponent. He looked at Elder Zhuo and did not say a word. It seemed like Elder Zhuo was thinking of him taking up the task. Since he was going to fight sooner or later, he might as well do it.

"I will participate in today's combat, please arrange it for me." Since he had decided to fight, he didn't want anything else.

She was kind enough to remind him that he could participate in the third round in a few days. Sigh, since this young man wanted to die, she couldn't stop him, and said respectfully: "Your fighting competition is tonight, and your seat is in the Advanced Martial Arts District. Please come and join the third round."

After finishing his business, elder Zhuo did not intend to immediately return to the courtyard. He said that he had some matters to take care of and would let Yi Feng take a stroll.

Although he was curious about what kind of things Zhuo Lao wanted to deal with, he still started to stroll around the Yuan Tan Arena alone.

Looking at the arena from the inside, he realized the majesty of the building. There were already three to four hundred people in the hall, but it didn't look crowded at all. Inside the hall, there were many passageways that led to different levels of combat arenas.

The highest level of the fighting competition in the Yuan Dan arena was a Martial Grand Master. Martial arts battles were rarely seen, and there was only one Martial Arts Competition in two days. He even heard that some of the major cities would even hold Grandmaster Level fighting competitions. Perhaps, only those powerhouses would have the possibility to break through in battle. Martial artists and below had their own ranking in combat every day, which also ensured that the fighting arena would receive a large amount of income.

While Yi Feng was strolling around, he felt the whole hall had become extremely quiet. He then looked towards the door in confusion.

At this time, a group of black-clothed martial artists entered the hall with a knife shaped mark on their chest. From the reactions of everyone who entered the hall, it was clear that this group of people were not to be trifled with.

However, there were still some people who spoke in a low voice, "He's from Iron Blade Sect, and the one leading is Tie Shan. His cultivation has reached the beginner martial master level, could it be that Tie Ta has sent him to participate in the fighting."

"It's possible. I heard that the stubborn bull who died in the fighting yesterday was one of the three protectors of Iron Blade Gang, and the one who defeated the stubborn bull is the enemy of Iron Blade Gang, the Four Seas Gang's Heavenly Horse."

"Probably to avenge the Stubborn Bull."

"I also heard that Yan Ping of the Four Seas Sect just registered for the beginner martial arts competition. I reckon that Tie Shan is here for him."

"There's going to be a good show then."

But contrary to all expectations, the group of people didn't go to the registration office. Under everyone's gazes, they walked towards a white-clothed youth.

When these people approached, Yi Feng saw the captain of the guards from the crowd. Even a fool like Yi Feng knew that these people were looking for him. The captain of the guards looked at Yi Feng with a complacent expression. His eyes were even full of sympathy for Yi Feng, because Yi Feng's future was going to be extremely miserable.

The group of people stopped in front of Yi Feng's body. Tie Shan, who was leading the group, was puzzled to see that Yi Feng was so young. He had heard from his cousin that this person came here because he had an Intermediate Weapon. Even if this person's Weapon attribute was not suitable for him, he could just go to the Weapon Guild and spend some money to buy one. Seeing that Yi Feng was so young, he began to doubt his cousin's words. He turned around and asked the Guard Captain: "This kid has an Intermediate weapon. He is just a Superior Grade Martial Disciple."

The Weapon Guild has it in most cities. You can trade weapons that suit your stats there, but you'll have to pay a certain amount of gold for them. Because there were too many people who had obtained weapons that weren't suitable for them, those martial artists often held weapon trade fairs together at the beginning, but after that, they slowly evolved into the present weapon union.

There were very few high-tier weapons that could be traded in the Weapons Union. The high-tier weapons were usually used to seal high-tier beasts, and once a high-tier beast recognized a master, it would be very difficult to change its ownership. Unless the owner was dead, the warriors who possessed high-tier weapons would usually have a very high cultivation base and their weapons would rarely be robbed. Therefore, a majority of the Weapon Guild's members would exchange intermediate weapons. After all, the majority of the intermediate weapons were sealed by low level mutated beasts. Even if they recognized the owner, they could just remove the original chairman's blood imprint and true energy and re-recognize him. There was almost no exchange of low-grade weapons. There was no distinction between low-grade weapons and high-grade weapons, only materials.

"Yes, I saw him use a black long spear yesterday. It should be an intermediate level weapon." At this time, the Guard Captain's words were a bit vague. If it wasn't for Yi Feng saying that he had an Intermediate Weapon, this cousin of his probably wouldn't even bother with him. When his underlings saw the youth and an old man enter the arena today, they immediately informed their cousin, which was why this scene had occurred.

"Little brother, you injured my cousin yesterday, what do you think we should do?" Tie Shan turned to Yi Feng and said with a smile.

"Nothing." Yi Feng said lightly.

Seeing that this white-clothed youth didn't seem to take him seriously, Tie Shan sneered, "I'll give you two choices. One, hand over the weapon you're holding, and two, cut off one of your own arms."

"I'm not interested in either of these choices." At this moment, elder Zhuo was no longer by his side. It seemed that he could only rely on himself. Actually, even if he were to hand over the Black Dragon, these people would definitely not let him off. It would be better to risk their lives for this chance at survival.

When they found out that Tie Shan and his gang were looking for Yi Feng, everyone in the hall came up to see, curious as to why this young man had provoked the Iron Blade Gang. However, when they heard the conversation between the young man and Tie Shan, they could not help but admire the young man's courage. A high level Martial Disciple actually completely disregarded a low level Martial Master, and everyone started to guess the young man's background. Tie Shan also thought of the young man's background, and did not believe that a high level Martial Disciple without any background would dare to talk to him like this. For the sake of an intermediate weapon, Tie Shan didn't care anymore and prepared to make his move.

At this time, a gentle voice echoed in the hall, "Stop! No one is allowed to fight in the arena except on the fighting stage!"