Chapter 401 Give Me Back My Freedom

Zhang Ye picked up the cosmic crystal core, looking ecstatic. He finally understood the origin of the original power, which was hidden in the cosmic crystal core!

The audience was very happy to see Zhang Ye pick up a low-grade crystal core, and they laughed at him, saying that slaves are slaves, and they really have never seen the world.

This scene seemed to touch the hearts of some audiences, and they generously threw a few crystal cores to Zhang Ye, who took them all.

At this time, No. 11 came on the court, and he was still a mid-stage immortal emperor. Zhang Ye spent a lot of effort, got some new injuries, and finally beat him down.

The audience cheered: "This No. 8 is still good."

"But it looks like it's about the same as the previous No. 3, and it will definitely not last until the next round."

Zhang Ye was indeed seriously injured, and with the consumption, he still had 80% of his strength, but while No. 11's body was being carried down, Zhang Ye did not rest, but used his immortal power to turn a ball of fire in his hand and put the mottled sword on the fire to forge.

"What is he doing?" The audience was puzzled.

The blue-haired girl asked with the master-servant contract. Zhang Ye didn't want to answer, but he was afraid that the female devil would torment him, so he said unhappily: "Refine weapons."

Zhang Ye had won three or four games and doubled the blue-haired girl's investment, which made her very happy. Now she heard that Zhang Ye could refine weapons, and she was even more happy and danced with joy: "Wangcai, I'm optimistic about you, come on!"

Zhang Ye snorted coldly and didn't answer again. At this time, No. 12 came on the stage, a late Immortal Emperor.

The No. 3 that Zhang Ye killed before was also a late Immortal Emperor, but No. 3 was at the end of his strength, so Zhang Ye killed him, but this No. 12 was a real late Immortal Emperor, and Zhang Ye was also exhausted, so he was in danger.

The audience set off a climax. Some people wanted to see Zhang Ye create another miracle, but more people wanted to see No. 12 defeat Zhang Ye.

The battle bell rang, and Zhang Ye was still forging the knife in his hand. No. 12 didn't know what Zhang Ye was doing, and he didn't dare to do it.

At this time, a fat man dressed as a local rich man roared: "No. 12, come to me quickly, I have hundreds of medium-grade crystal cores on you, don't embarrass me!"

I don't know if the local rich man is No. 12's slave owner. Anyway, after the local rich man gave the order, No. 12 gritted his teeth and rushed towards Zhang Ye.

Although Zhang Ye was refining the slashing knife, he also paid attention to the surrounding scene. He exerted force with his legs and jumped up to avoid No. 12.

No. 12 was a master of swordsmanship. He pressed forward step by step. Every time he slashed with a knife, there was a sword energy that soared into the sky. Zhang Ye was like duckweed in the wind, swaying and uncertain. He might die in the next moment.

But Zhang Ye always maintained the flame in his hand, forging the slashing knife, and did not fight back.

Perhaps the audience thought that Zhang Ye would die, so they didn't bother to care what he did, but just cheered for No. 12.

No. 12 became more and more courageous. Suddenly, he made a feint, and Zhang Ye was fooled. He was hit by the sword energy that really came afterwards and fell far away.

Zhang Ye hit the barrier of the arena, spitting out blood, and then fell to the battlefield, but he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, staring at the slash in his hand.

"Kill him, kill him!" Seeing Zhang Ye's appearance, he couldn't move, so the voices of the audience gathered into this sentence.

That No. 12 would definitely not be merciful, but he was afraid that Zhang Ye would cheat, so he stood in the distance and slashed with a knife from a distance.

The knife energy formed a crescent-shaped arc, and the space was split into black gullies by it, which showed how strong this knife was.

Just when everyone thought that Zhang Ye was going to die, suddenly, the slash in Zhang Ye's hand condensed and became smaller, and the blade of about four feet turned into two or three inches. Zhang Ye's left hand grabbed the crystal core he had picked up before, crushed it into powder, and injected the original power contained in it into the three-inch knife.

It sounds slow, but in fact, all this happened in the blink of an eye, so that many viewers didn't see what happened clearly.

The only thing that could be seen clearly was the three-inch flying knife in Zhang Ye's hand, which burst into a fiery red light and shot towards No. 12 with a whoosh.

The flying knife first collided with the vast crescent blade energy emitted by No. 12. It seemed that the flying knife was like an ant facing an elephant, so insignificant, but what was unimaginable was that the vast crescent blade energy did not stop the flying knife, but broke on the spot and scattered into a chaotic gust of wind.

The red flying knife continued to move forward, and No. 12 was horrified and immediately blocked it with a shield.

With a crisp "bang", a large pool of blood splashed behind No. 12, and the front half of the bloody flying knife sank into the barrier of the arena.

No. 12's shield and body were shot straight through by the flying knife, and the master of the late stage of the Immortal Emperor fell down like this.

But the audience did not focus on No. 12, but were attracted by the scarlet and dazzling flying knife.

You know, the formation barrier of the arena is enough to resist the full force of the peak immortal emperor. I never thought that Zhang Ye's flying knife could actually penetrate this barrier. No. 12 deserved to die.

Everyone recalled everything Zhang Ye had done and realized that he was a forging master. Everyone stood up from their seats and applauded Zhang Ye.

The girl in the blue skirt was even more stunned to watch this scene. She bought a slave casually to try her luck, but she didn't expect it to be a forging master. She picked up a treasure!

"Miss Shenlan, please sell this slave to me. I'm willing to pay any price!" Some local tyrants immediately expressed their intention to buy it to the girl in the blue skirt.

But the girl in the blue skirt refused: "I won't sell it no matter how much money you pay. My Wangcai is a priceless treasure!"

Zhang Ye stretched out his hand and the flying knife embedded in the formation barrier fell back into his hand. Zhang Ye gritted his teeth and stood up. Fortunately, he succeeded in refining it in time, otherwise he would have died.

The staff came on stage to carry the body of No. 12. There was a trace of fear in Zhang Ye's eyes. Although Zhang Ye was a slave, no one dared to underestimate the power of the flying knife.

Zhang Ye closed his eyes and entered the state of regulating his breath. This was a rare interval for rest. Zhang Ye's breath gradually stabilized, because he was full of strong confidence in the flying knife in his hand. As long as he did not encounter the Hongmeng treasure, he would kill the gods and ghosts!

If it were not for the constraints of the master-servant contract, he would kill Shen Lan now.

No. 13 came on stage, the early stage of the Immortal Emperor. He did not see the scene of Zhang Ye refining the flying knife to kill people in the backstage, and his slave owner forgot to remind him. Seeing Zhang Ye's weak appearance, he felt that there was a way. Before the bell rang, he wanted to sneak attack Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye did not even open his eyes, threw a flying knife, and No. 13 fell.

Then, No. 14 came on stage. He was a celestial being who was carried up by someone. He was finally awakened by the staff. He looked at Zhang Ye and was scared to death.

How pitiful.

Finally, No. 15 came on stage. This was the last battle and the last late-stage immortal emperor.

Although there were many climaxes before, the audience did not feel tired at all and cheered for this last battle.

The Wanjie Arena specially expanded the gambling for this purpose. One bet was Zhang Ye's victory, and the other was No. 15's victory.

Zhang Ye's flying knife was too amazing, so even if he was injured, Zhang Ye was still bet on more.

Just when the odds of No. 15 increased to the upper limit, a local tyrant bet on No. 15. Others laughed at him for giving money, but the local tyrant smiled and said nothing. He just spent a lot of money to reward No. 15 with a set of high-standard protective gear.

The audience was dumbfounded at this time. It can still be played like this.

However, because the local tyrant had a large odds as a basis, as long as No. 15 could win in the end, he could earn back any money he spent. But those who bet on Zhang Ye can't do that. The odds are too low. If they also give rewards, they will lose a lot.

In the one-sided situation, because of this local tyrant, No. 15 has the highest standard of fighting equipment, making the result of the game confusing, and the audience is worried.

On the other hand, Zhang Ye, the person involved, still looks calm.

"Dong" the bell of the duel rang. Although No. 15 has the highest standard of duel equipment, he dare not attack rashly with all his strength. Instead, he maintains a defensive posture and attacks tentatively several times.

But this tentative attack can't cause too much damage to Zhang Ye. Before he gets close, he is resolved by Zhang Ye holding a flying knife.

Both of them are very patient and fight like this without any pain.

Gradually, the audience felt bored and began to urge the progress of the game. The blue-clothed girl discovered Zhang Ye's value, so she didn't force him with the master-servant contract, but No. 15's slave owner didn't think so. After repeated orders, No. 15 launched a full-scale attack on Zhang Ye.

Attack and defense, you can only choose one. The saying that the best attack is the last defense only applies to mortal martial arts.

Once No. 15 launched a full-strength attack, the door was wide open, and Zhang Ye's long-prepared flying knife flew out of his hand.

"Hmph, you've been fooled!" No. 15 is indeed a late-stage immortal emperor. It seems that he attacked with all his strength, but it was actually a feint. He turned around to avoid it, and then the real killer move broke out.

Even those who did not bet on No. 15 shouted that it was wonderful. He actually fooled No. 8 and the flying knife had already flown out of his hand. It seems that the winner must be No. 15!

However, Zhang Ye shook his hand, and another flying knife broke through the air with a bang!

No. 15 stared at the flying knife in amazement. Didn't Zhang Ye only have one flying knife? How could there be another one? But No. 15 was unable to turn into a defensive state under the full-strength attack, so he was hit by Zhang Ye's flying knife.

No. 15's protective gear is indeed powerful, but it is still a little worse than the Hongmeng treasure. It only slightly blocked the flying knife, and his body was still pierced by the flying knife.

No. 15 fell to the ground. When he was dying, he didn't have hatred, but looked at the flying knife behind him, wanting to see what was going on.

A flying knife, a piece of broken iron, oh, it turned out that the previous flying knife was fake.

After understanding this, No. 15 died, but the audience burst into unprecedented applause. This slave duel was too exciting. They will always remember Zhang Ye's name - Wangcai!

"Wangcai is great!" This name was heard in the field. Zhang Ye didn't correct anything. No one knew his real name. This duel was a shame for him.

Zhang Ye looked at the girl in the blue skirt. He stood to the end, and she must have made a lot of money. Now, it's time to fulfill his promise and set himself free, right?