chsdbacks Chapter 11 Underground Arena, Killing Intent Begins
Chapter 11 Underground Arena, Killing Intent Begins
Qili Town.
The mass grave is located right below the fighting arena.
It makes it convenient to simply dump the dead person outside.
Song Xiangxiang stepped through the dew-covered weeds and walked past the seventh lonely grave without a tombstone.
There are three fresh knife marks on the willow tree behind the grave. These are the secret marks of the fighting arena, meaning "safe, you may enter".
After confirming that there were no problems, Song Xiangxiang led Chen Yu and his group to a stone slab.
She lifted the stone slab, revealing a dark passage.
Two men in gray stood guard at the entrance to the cave, their left lapels embroidered with the golden character "金" (gold).
"brand."
Song Xiangxiang handed over a bronze talisman, with her name engraved on the front and the fourth mark of the month on the back.
The marks indicate that she has entered the venue for the fourth time this month.
The man in gray checked the talisman and stepped aside.
Song Xiangxiang bent down and entered the cave, followed closely by Chen Yu and the others.
The stone steps extend downwards, totaling about a hundred steps.
Underground fighting arena.
The gate opened, and a wave of heat rushed out.
The air was filled with a mixture of sweat, foot odor, and the smell of blood.
Chen Yu looked around and saw a dense mass of heads.
There were wealthy merchants in flowing robes, thugs with tattooed arms, and hot dancers...
The arena was carved into a circular stone hall, with torches illuminating the four walls.
On the east side was the silver counter, where three accountants sat behind iron railings, the sound of abacuses clattering like a sudden downpour.
A vermilion-lacquered wooden sign hangs on the wall, displaying real-time odds updates.
Chen Yu looked for a long time before finding his own name.
In the fifth game of the B-shaped cage.
This fighting arena is divided into two iron cage arenas, A and B.
The requirement for the A-frame cage is that the user must be an experienced fighter capable of engaging in deadly combat with weapons.
The B-shaped cage is open to beginners, but only those with bare hands can enter and fight for their lives.
Below that are the opponent and odds for this match.
The iron tower is being offered a 1.3% payout.
Chen Yu, odds of 1 to 2.8.
With higher odds than the opponent, it seems most people don't think you're a favorite.
Heading west, you'll find the blood donation area.
A one-eyed swordsman was pressing his left little finger on a cutting board. With a flash of light, the severed finger fell into a lacquer tray.
This is yesterday's loser, who today used his finger as collateral to win ten taels of silver as a comeback fund.
Upon seeing this, Chen Yu couldn't help but shake his head.
It's just a game, why take it to this extent?
However, once you get to this place, you might not be in control of your own destiny.
Until the end of the stone hall.
The life-or-death platform, measuring three zhang square, was embedded in the very center of the ground.
The countertop is made of a single piece of bluestone, with drainage ditches carved along the edges.
It's not for draining water, but for draining blood.
The trenches were filled with dark brown stains, traces of countless bloody battles that had dried up.
The stands are divided into six levels.
The seventh seat in the first level is occupied by a fat man.
He clutched the receipt in his left hand, his silk shirt stretched taut over his stomach, sweat soaking through three layers of fabric.
"Move! You useless piece of trash! Move!"
He was criticizing the boy lying on his back on the stage.
A burly man was on top of the boy, his fist pounding hard into his chest.
Once, twice, three times.
The boy's face below was a mess.
Blood overflowed from the seven orifices, turning the yellow earth black.
"Smash him to death!"
"Smash! Smash! Smash!"
"Smash his head!"
A frenzied roar of cheers erupted from the stands.
Before Chen Yu entered the iron cage.
Song Xiangxiang took out a brocade box and gently scratched the bottom with her fingernail.
The sandalwood baseboard popped open silently, revealing a narrow crack.
Her plump hand reached in and pulled out a porcelain bottle.
The bottle is bluish-white, and the stopper is cork wrapped in wax.
The moment it was pulled open, a pungent smell wafted out, cloyingly sweet, yet with a metallic, metallic odor.
Song Xiangxiang tilted the bottle, and a vermilion pill rolled into her palm, its color like congealed blood.
"Swallowed it."
Song Xiangxiang turned to Chen Yu and gave the order.
"What is this?"
Chen Yu asked cautiously.
Song Xiangxiang held up three fingers and bent them down one by one.
"This is the Blood Burning Pill."
"You have three tough battles to fight today, I'm afraid you won't be able to make it through."
"After taking this Blood-Burning Pill, one's blood and qi will surge like boiling water within a day, pain will be reduced by half, and strength will increase by thirty percent out of thin air."
Chen Yu's Adam's apple bobbed.
He had heard Shi Le mention this elixir; on the black market, it was called the "Life-or-Death Elixir."
It's said to stimulate the body's potential, but in reality, it's purely a gamble with your life, betting that you can survive when the drug's effects wear off.
"And what about a day later?"
"When the meridians are reversed, qi and blood attack the heart."
Song Xiangxiang's tone was flat.
"At best, their martial arts skills will be completely lost; at worst, they will die suddenly."
"He Taifeng bets that you will die within three rounds. As long as you survive three rounds of death fighting, regardless of victory or defeat, his silver notes will belong to me."
Chen Yu stared at the pill, its red color was eerily bright, and it faintly smelled of rotting flesh, which was quite strange.
Seeing that he hadn't swallowed yet.
Song Xiangxiang's expression changed, and she suddenly reached out, grabbing his chin with such force that she almost crushed his bones.
Chen Yu was forced to open his mouth.
With a flick of her two fingers, Song Xiangxiang sent the pill down his throat.
Chen Yu instinctively wanted to vomit, but was slapped on the back, and the pill went straight into his stomach.
"Swallow it!"
Chen Yu's throat bobbed, his face flushed red, and he finally swallowed with difficulty.
He collapsed to the ground, coughing violently, feeling the pill melt instantly upon entering his stomach, a torrent of scalding heat rushing into his limbs and bones.
Despite her seemingly clumsy figure, Song Xiangxiang was surprisingly agile.
Chen Yu was startled again.
She attacked so fast that I didn't even have time to defend myself.
This speed is at least at the level of a master of skin refining.
"very good."
Seeing Chen Yu swallow the Blood Burning Pill, Song Xiangxiang finally smiled.
"If you win all three battles, I will naturally heal your wounds and cure your illness."
"If we can't even last two games, then we'll be meeting our end in a mass grave."
"Don't worry, young lady, I will fight with my life on the line."
Chen Yu bowed and replied respectfully, his head bowed just right.
But the moment he lowered his head, the light in his eyes gradually turned cold.
This young lady is really going to make him suffer.
On the surface, Chen Yu was obedient to Song Xiangxiang, but in his heart he already regarded her as a dead person.
Like a piece of pork on a chopping board, it will be cut sooner or later, the knife just hasn't been raised yet.
He will endure for a while longer, and once he has gained enough strength and mastered martial arts, he will surely take her life.
The time hasn't come yet; let her live a few more days for now.
With three gong strikes, the time for the first deadly battle has arrived.
The iron gate rose, and Chen Yu emerged from the shadows of the passageway.
The gates on the opposite side opened simultaneously.
The people who came out silenced the stands for a moment.
He was nearly ten feet tall, with shoulders as broad as a door, and a bare back as strong as an ox.
"It's the Iron Tower."
There was a lot of discussion in the stands.
"Brother Zhou, who do you think will survive?"
"Of course it's the Iron Tower! He's won eleven games in a row this month."
"The opponent is just a newbie, he's definitely no match for me. I'll push the tower and survive!"
After the two people had fully entered, the iron cage gate slowly closed.
The referee stood by the platform, with four crossbowmen standing guard beside him.
Entering the cage means certain death; anyone who dares to escape will be shot on the spot!
After walking about three zhang (approximately 10 meters) away, Chen Yu stopped.
This is the boundary between offense and defense. At this distance, if the opponent rushes in, he will have at least a breath's worth of reaction time.
Before the gong sounded, the two men stood still, their eyes meeting.
There were no pleasantries, and no announcement of the sect.
On the life-or-death stage, past identities are meaningless; only one's own strength is the key to survival.
The gong rang out, and the deathmatch began.
The iron tower charged forward, unleashing a powerful downward punch.
Chen Yu crossed his arms and wrapped them around his opponent's wrists, using the momentum to quickly retreat.
The tower's momentum was deflected.
A loud "Bang!" rang out.
The fist slammed into the ground, causing the rammed earth to crack and sink in half a foot.
Iron Tower swiftly withdrew, giving Chen Yu no chance to catch his breath, and unleashed a barrage of punches.
"Clap clap clap!"
Each strike was accompanied by the sound of air being cut.
Chen Yu observed calmly, maneuvering amidst the shadows of fists, sometimes blocking, sometimes deflecting their force.
Their figures came and went, parting and reuniting.
Three rounds passed.
Chen Yu gradually figured out the details of the other side.