Chapter 1734: The First Fight

After the fierce-looking monk finished speaking, a monk behind him opened the stands on both sides of the martial arts arena, and soon revealed the monks who were about to participate in the competition. Both of them were at the fifth level of the Nascent Soul. One was tall and strong, with bulging muscles and a very aggressive look in his eyes. He did not look like a monk, but more like a physical cultivator who specialized in physical training. The other was just the opposite of him, with a thin body, a slender figure, and a slightly restrained look.

If you only look at it from the surface, the tall and strong monk seems to have a greater chance of winning, but you can't judge a person by his appearance. Sometimes appearance cannot show a person's true strength, especially for monks. Even if they have the same cultivation, the strength of two people may be very different. For example, Qingyang, he is only at the fifth level of the Nascent Soul, but his true strength is comparable to that of the ninth level of the Nascent Soul.

If they could observe closely and get more information, some people could roughly calculate the final result. However, this competition field has a certain distance limit for other people, and it also blocks everyone's divine observation. Many details cannot be discovered, and winning or losing can only depend on luck.

Fortunately, no one cares about this. No one intends to make a fortune from this. They just bet 10,000 or 20,000 spirit stones for fun. Which cultivator who can come to the Ten Thousand Spirits Secret Realm does not have a million-dollar fortune? 10,000 spirit stones are just a drop in the bucket for them, and winning or losing is not worth mentioning at all, so soon someone chose the contestants they favored and went to those cultivators to place bets.

In just two quarters of an hour, hundreds of people placed bets, and even Mu Qiu and Situ Yong couldn't help but bet 10,000 spirit stones. They favored the thin cultivator with a restrained look. Only Qingyang didn't participate. He just stood by and watched the excitement. He didn't go forward to place a bet. It's not that he can't afford to lose, but mainly Qingyang looked at the two cultivators on the field and felt a sense of grief.

He could tell that the two cultivators in the fighting field should be cultivators from other small worlds like Qingyang. Only cultivators from small worlds would be at the fifth level of the Nascent Soul when the Wanling Conference was about to end. Moreover, these two people obviously did not want to participate in the competition. They were forced to stand in the fighting field and had to fight each other to death.

Qingyang did not know the specific reason, but it was most likely that they were captured by the cultivators who set up the gambling game. This was the sadness of the cultivators in the small world. I remember that before coming to the Wanling Conference, Lei Yu Yao Wang once said that although the Wanling Conference was dangerous, the cultivators from other worlds were the biggest threat to them. The smaller the world, the more difficult it was for the cultivators to leave the Wanling Conference alive.

The reason why Qingyang came to Wanjie Mountain smoothly was mainly because he was strong and had enough ability to protect himself. In addition, he was lucky. Mu Qiu and Situ Yong, who he met, were not the kind of cultivators who had prejudices against other small worlds. There were no accidents in these years.

He couldn't stop what was about to happen in the fighting arena, nor could he come forward to stop it, but as a cultivator from a small world, he could do nothing but watch the excitement.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and at least half of the cultivators present participated in the betting. The people who opened the gambling game collected a rough estimate of three to four million spirit stones. Although they had to pay out part of it in the end, it was not bad to earn millions of spirit stones in such a short time. Moreover, this was only the first game, and the spirit stones earned in the next two games would probably be even more.

The fierce-looking cultivator saw that the spirit stones had been collected almost, so he bowed to everyone and said, "The betting is over. Now it's time for the long-awaited martial arts competition."

After saying that, the fierce-looking cultivator waved his hand behind him, and the people behind him stepped forward to remove the restrictions between the two cultivators on the field. The martial arts competition officially began, but the two cultivators on the field did not immediately join the battle. Instead, they stood there and looked at the audience hesitantly, obviously not wanting to fight with others in front of so many people.

The fierce-looking cultivator was immediately angry. He had already collected several million bets. If these two people failed, wouldn't he be in trouble? So he shouted at the two men: "What are you still standing there for? Someone has to die in the arena. If you wait any longer, both of you will die."

Perhaps thinking of the consequences of disobeying, the words of the fierce monk made the two men on the field shudder. If they did as the other party said, they would have a 50% chance of survival. If they didn't fight, they would be dead. The strong monk was the first to react. He roared and rushed to the opposite side. The thin monk had no choice but to stand up and fight when he saw that he had no way to retreat.

Although the two monks on the field were restrained, the opponent did not impose too many restrictions on their strength, and the commonly used magic weapons were also reserved for them. They knew that this was a life-and-death battle, and the loser would only have death, so they both used their best means to fight for a chance to survive. In this situation, the intensity of the battle can be imagined. There were endless rumbling sounds, countless lights and shadows flying in the sky, and the aftermath of the battle almost spread to the entire fighting arena. Fortunately, there was a defensive formation outside the fighting arena, so people outside could watch the two people fight calmly.

Of course, these two people are from the small world after all, and their methods are much worse than those monks from the big world who are watching the fun outside. Even the level of their magic weapons is much lower, otherwise these two people would not be easily captured. Although they are the best in their own world, the monks outside are also the best in their own world. Therefore, although the battle in the martial arts arena is very fierce, it can only be regarded as a very ordinary game for the monks outside.

In their hearts, this is more of a lively event, a seasoning to kill time when they are bored, and a high-level face-to-face with the low-level plane. The life and death of the two people on the field is nothing to them, just like watching two crickets fighting.

Perhaps the two are really equally strong, or perhaps they both burst out with unimaginable potential in the face of life and death. This battle lasted for two or three hours before the strong monk was defeated and died. Although the thin monk won, his situation was not much better. He was covered with wounds and almost lost half of his life.

After the game, the monk with a fierce look on his face announced the results of the betting. In a situation like this, it was impossible to tell who would win or lose in advance, so the betting situation on both sides was almost the same, with wins and losses accounting for almost half each. Mu Qiu and Situ Yong were lucky enough to have won both times.