Chapter 400: First Battle Victory

It was time for No. 7 to go on stage. His opponent was No. 3, who was standing now, a powerful man in the late stage of the Immortal Emperor.

Although Slave No. 3 was injured and bleeding, he looked more fierce. Slave No. 7, who was also in the late stage of the Immortal Emperor, was obviously a little scared.

Slave No. 3 and Slave No. 7 fought for a long time, maybe half an hour. In the end, the body of Slave No. 7 was carried down. It seemed that Slave No. 3 was really difficult to deal with.

"No. 8, it's your turn!" the staff shouted.

Zhang Ye withdrew his mind from the study of the treasure and calmed down his emotions. Although he didn't know where the power of the origin came from, he couldn't avoid a fight, so he resolutely walked towards the fighting field. If he was afraid or escaped, he would die like No. 7.

From the backstage, through a long and narrow passage, the front suddenly opened up. It was a circular battlefield wrapped in a powerful formation. Surrounding it were layers of audience seats, all of which were full. There were at least 100,000 people. The shouting sounded and set off a howling wind.

"Wangcai, come on!" Near the entrance, a girl in a blue skirt called out to Zhang Ye like a fangirl.

Zhang Ye glanced at her and then retracted his gaze, full of disgust, and walked towards No. 3 in the field.

No. 3 was a middle-aged muscular man, very strong, and he still stood firm after defeating five opponents, but he was also seriously damaged. There was no intact skin on his body, and he was holding on with one breath. His pale eyes stared at Zhang Ye, like a dying beast.

When Zhang Ye saw him, he knew that he had won this game. However, there was no joy in his eyes. When he stood for one or two rounds, wouldn't he look like this?

Although Zhang Ye sympathized with slave No. 3, it did not mean that he would be soft-hearted. Only by going all out could he survive. This was the fate of being a slave. I guess No. 3 was thinking the same thing now.

After the bell rang, the cheers of the audience became more enthusiastic. Some people shouted for No. 3 to continue the victory; some people shouted for No. 8 to end No. 3.

But No. 8 took the lead, like a beast covered with wounds, launching the first attack on Zhang Ye, of course, it might also be No. 8's last attack. Zhang Ye lowered his body slightly, holding a shield in his left hand and a slashing knife in his right hand. With a bang, Zhang Ye crashed into No. 8 like a cannonball, and there was a long cloud of green smoke behind him.

The swords met, the arc flashed, and Zhang Ye and No. 8 passed each other.

The hearts of the audience were lifted up, and they dared not breathe. The scene just now was too fast, and it was unknown who would win or lose. But at this moment, No. 8's head soared into the sky and his body fell to the ground.

"No. 8 won!" The audience who had cheered for No. 3 before also began to cheer for Zhang Ye. It was not that they were impressed by Zhang Ye's skills. As long as you stand, they will cheer for you like chicken blood.

Zhang Ye watched No. 3's body being carried down. He could not do anything. The only thing he could do was to give him a quick death.

As for the girl in blue, she was so happy as she counted the prize money: "Wangcai, you're great!"

Zhang Ye felt neither happy nor angry. He closed his eyes and adjusted his state, ready to face the next game in his prime.

Not long after, No. 9 came on the court. She was a petite woman, like Zhang Ye, in the middle stage of the Immortal Emperor.

But No. 9's appearance obviously won more sympathy from the audience. For this reason, a local tyrant spent a lot of money and bought a powerful treasure through the management office to give to No. 9.

Not long after, No. 9 was almost armed to the teeth.

Zhang Ye's expression was moved. Is this still possible? Too unfair, isn't it?

Although Zhang Ye hated the girl in blue, he looked at her for help. At least he should support her with good equipment, right? But the girl in blue just waved her pink fist: "Wangcai, you can do it!"

Zhang Ye retracted his gaze and became even more disgusted.

After the bell rang, No. 9 didn't feel that he was bullying people with full armor at all, and attacked Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye held his breath. Although his equipment was backward and could not be refined now, Zhang Ye was essentially a forging master, analyzing the weaknesses of the armor on No. 9.

But No. 9 was so aggressive that he did not give Zhang Ye any chance. He chopped down with his shining sword like cutting vegetables and chopping meat.

Zhang Ye did not dare to fight head-on, so he could only raise his shield for defense. But soon, with a bang, the shield in Zhang Ye's hand could not withstand the attack and exploded. If Zhang Ye had not withdrawn quickly, his left hand would have exploded into pieces.

Although his cultivation level was equal to No. 9, the gap in equipment was too big, so Zhang Ye turned around and ran.

In the eyes of the Immortal Emperor, the arena was not actually big, and he could run to the end in the blink of an eye. However, even so, Zhang Ye relied on his superb body skills to dodge left and right, and did not let No. 9 catch up.

During this period, Zhang Ye continued to analyze No. 9's weaknesses.

The audience watched Zhang Ye flee without fighting, and cursed: "You bastard, I didn't pay you to escape, go back and fight!"

"You can't even beat a woman, get lost!"

Zhang Ye was immune to the scolding from the audience, and continued to dodge with all his strength, but at this moment, the master-servant contract on his body was activated: "No escape, head-on confrontation."

Zhang Ye couldn't take another step forward, and looked at the smiling blue-clothed girl outside the field with resentment. This vicious woman not only didn't help him, but also wanted to hurt him?

Zhang Ye was furious, but at this time, No. 9 had caught up and slashed at Zhang Ye with a knife.

Zhang Ye couldn't run away because of the master-servant contract, so he had to face it head-on!

Although Zhang Ye was holding a low-quality chopping knife, his knife skills were derived from the bone knife Ahua. The knife energy was like a tsunami, with infinite power. Although No. 9 was well-equipped, he didn't dare to fight Zhang Ye head-on and temporarily avoided the edge.

Now! Zhang Ye didn't expect to kill No. 9 with this knife, after all, her armor was very good, but if No. 9 began to retreat, it would be Zhang Ye's time to counterattack!

Zhang Ye stabbed No. 9's armpit with a knife. No. 9 was retreating, so she had no way to avoid it. She was stabbed by Zhang Ye with panic.

However, with a clang, No. 9's armor bounced Zhang Ye's knife away. No. 9 was ecstatic and swung the knife at Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye dodged and then stabbed No. 9's armpit again.

No. 9 was still afraid at first, but later, she found that her armor could completely resist Zhang Ye's attack, so she became bolder and didn't dodge or avoid, but just attacked.

Zhang Ye dodged No. 9's knife with difficulty, but he would stab No. 9's armpit from time to time. Although it was useless, he was so paranoid.

Slave No. 9 laughed and said, "It's useless, prepare to die!"

Slave No. 9 seemed to have figured out Zhang Ye's tricks, and was brewing a big killer move, and was about to chop Zhang Ye down.

The onlookers also cheered: "Hurry up and kill No. 8!"

Before No. 9's big killer move fell, Zhang Ye stabbed No. 9's armpit again with a knife.

Just when everyone was laughing at Zhang Ye's futile look, they never thought that Zhang Ye's inferior knife, with a puff, actually pierced from No. 9's armpit, and did not reach the handle.

The knife energy attacked No. 9's body, crushing his internal organs, and No. 9 died with an expression of disbelief.

The audience was stunned for a long time, and then burst into more enthusiastic cheers: "No. 8, I want to raise No. 8!"

"I understand, No. 8 had been attacking No. 9's defensive weaknesses before, and No. 9 was too careless, so he was broken by him!"

Zhang Ye killed No. 9, his face was a little pale. Although he was not seriously injured in this battle, it was extremely mentally exhausting.

However, Zhang Ye did not rest, and hurried to peel off the armor of No. 9. Although he pierced a corner of it, it was still usable.

However, the staff came on stage and took away Zhang Ye's spoils, including the body of No. 9. Even if Zhang Ye killed No. 9, her equipment could not be used by Zhang Ye. This was the rule of the arena.

If Zhang Ye wanted to use it, he could only accept rewards.

Zhang Ye, who understood this, was very angry, but he also looked at the audience seats in a self-righteous manner. He was so outstanding that he hoped someone would reward him with two pieces of armor.

But only a few people could reward him, and Zhang Ye might not be to their taste, so no one rewarded him.

Not long after, No. 10 came on stage. No. 10 had a strong back and waist, and his face looked a bit like a lion. He was in the early stage of the Immortal Emperor. Fortunately, he did not get any rewards. Zhang Ye thought a lot.

When the battle bell rang, the number 10 suddenly turned into a lion as big as a house, spewing fire from its mouth. The temperature of the flame was extremely high, and it was a few points higher than the lethality of the Chaos Spirit Treasure.

Zhang Ye wanted to cry but had no tears. He dodged left and right and shouted to the referee: "You don't care if he cheats?"

"Relying on racial talent is not cheating!" The referee replied coldly, and then said, "But you, if you don't take the initiative to attack within five breaths, it will be a foul!"

Zhang Ye gritted his teeth and said, you are so cruel! He turned over to avoid the lion's fire column attack, took two steps on the formation barrier of the arena, and then swung his sword to the lion beast.

Although the lion beast's cultivation is only at the early stage of the Immortal Emperor, its racial talent is agile, and its limbs exert force. With a move, it avoided Zhang Ye's attack.

Zhang Ye pounced on nothing, and before he could land, the lion beast sprayed a column of fire at Zhang Ye, and the fire wave knocked Zhang Ye onto the formation barrier of the arena.

Zhang Ye was pinned to the barrier by the pillar of fire and could not move. The temperature of the flame was extremely high, and Zhang Ye's immortal body was on the verge of collapse. Zhang Ye roared, boom... Thick smoke burst out from where he was, and the lion beast stopped spitting fire, cleared the smoke, and walked towards Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye lay on the ground in a charred state, with no breath at all, and seemed to be dead. For this reason, the audience began to cheer for the lion beast.

The lion beast also breathed a sigh of relief and turned into a human body to rest again, but at this moment, Zhang Ye suddenly attacked with a knife, and No. 10 had no way to avoid it and was killed by Zhang Ye.

This sudden turn of events made the audience scream with excitement, and several people even threw a few crystal cores into the field as a reward.

Zhang Ye wiped the charred skin on his body. He had pretended to be shot by the flames before. Although the temperature of the flames was very high, wouldn't it be humiliating to compete with a top blacksmith to play with fire?

However, the lion beast was agile and it was difficult to get close, so Zhang Ye played with him.

Zhang Ye defeated Leomon and felt bitter when he saw that he only got a few crystal cores as rewards. He didn't have any treasures. These people were too stingy.

However, when Zhang Ye saw a crystal core in front of his feet, his eyes lit up.