Chapter 1735: Encountering the Purple Cicada Demon King Again
For the fierce-looking cultivator, although they had to return more than 2 million of the 3-4 million spirit stones they had obtained, they still had nearly 1 million left. They could earn nearly 1 million spirit stones in just a few hours. Of course, they could do such a business, not to mention that there were still two rounds to go.
The fierce-looking cultivator was straightforward and directly returned 1.5 times the spirit stones to the cultivator who was pressed. As for the two cultivators in the fighting field, the dead one burned his body with a spell, and the living one was temporarily imprisoned. It was unknown whether he would let him go as he said.
Nearly one million spirit stones were deposited, and the fierce-looking cultivator smiled a little. After he was ready, he bowed to everyone and said, "The first match is over. Now the second match will begin. The rules are the same as the first match. No compensation for wrong bets, and 1.5 compensation for winning."
After this person finished speaking, someone behind him had already opened the stands on both sides of the martial arts arena, revealing two cultivators who were about to participate in the martial arts. The difference between the two this time was more obvious than the last time, and they had some characteristics of demon cultivators. One was tall and fat, standing there like a mountain, and the other was short like a child, dark and thin, not even half the size of a normal person. The two fighting together were like a black rat standing next to a giant elephant.
These two people were both at the peak of the fifth level of the Nascent Soul, slightly stronger than the previous two, but neither of them reached the sixth level of the Nascent Soul. Not to mention compared with Mu Qiu, they were also far behind Situ Yong, so they were not cultivators from the big world at first glance. No wonder they were brought to the martial arts by the fierce-looking cultivator.
As I said before, for cultivators, especially high-level cultivators, size doesn't mean much, and strength is still the key to victory or defeat. So after the two men appeared, the surrounding cultivators came forward to place bets, and the amounts of both sides were similar. No one was particularly optimistic about either one.
However, this time, Mu Qiu and Situ Yong had different opinions. Mu Qiu was more optimistic about the small, dark and thin cultivator, while Situ Yong was more optimistic about the huge cultivator. Both of them felt that their opinions were correct, so they came forward to place bets. The amount was not high, and each person was betting 10,000 spirit stones. They were not for making money, but just for fun and to prove their vision.
Qingyang's face suddenly became ugly, because he found an acquaintance in the martial arts arena. The small, dark and thin cultivator was none other than the Purple Cicada Demon King who had teamed up with him for a year to seize the Lingying Fruit, and then went into the underground magic cave together to find the Wanling Flower.
At that time, the dwarf demon used the Wanling Flower to lure them into the underground demon cave together, and found the Yu Mo Xiao, the inheritance of the dwarf demon world. Later, he turned against them and used the Yu Mo Xiao to control the demon corpse to surround and kill everyone, but accidentally awakened the sleeping half-step demon corpse, and almost everyone was wiped out.
The Thunder Feather Demon King was gifted and used his means to escape in advance. Qingyang hid in the Drunken Immortal Gourd space and escaped. He thought that everyone else had died at the hands of the half-step demon corpse, but he didn't expect to meet the Purple Cicada Demon King here. It seems that he also escaped the pursuit of the half-step demon corpse, but his luck was not good enough. He was caught by the people in front of him and had to go to this martial arts arena.
It was not too surprising that the Purple Cicada Demon King could escape. The Thunder Feather Demon King had the secret skill of Thunder Escape, and Qingyang had the Drunken Immortal Gourd space. It was hard to guarantee that others didn't have some special means, so Qingyang estimated that it was likely that more than the three of them would escape in the end, and there might be others.
If he met someone who was a little more shady, he would definitely wish that the Purple Cicada Demon King died in the fighting arena, so that he wouldn't have to worry about the other party dividing the Wanling Flower in the future. However, Qingyang was not that kind of person. He had been training with the Purple Cicada Demon King and others for a year, and they still had some friendship. Seeing his friends who had shared hardships in the past being forced to fight for life and death, Qingyang felt uncomfortable and would never add insult to injury.
However, after thinking about it, Qingyang did not act rashly. Although the two sides had friendship, they were not to the extent of helping without regard for the consequences. With Qingyang's current strength, he was not afraid of any of the cultivators who organized the gambling game, but it was hard to say if they were all together. Qingyang did not dare to guarantee that the other party was just the few people in front of him.
In other words, for the sake of the friendship at the beginning, if it didn't cost too much, it would be okay for Qingyang to save the other party, but now the situation was unclear, and rash rescue might bring huge trouble to himself, so Qingyang had to consider whether it was worth it for him to come forward.
As for the Purple Cicada Demon King, he was trapped in the fighting field. Perhaps he had already despaired of what he had experienced during this period, or perhaps he was worried about his life. He kept his head down in frustration, and did not look at the reactions of other people around him, nor did he notice Qingyang in the crowd below the stage.
With the preparation and warm-up of the first fight, everyone's interest was completely aroused. Half an hour later, at least 60% of the cultivators participated in the betting, and the amount of bets exceeded 4 million spirit stones. Seeing that there would be millions of spirit stones coming in soon, the fierce-looking cultivator smiled even more and said, "Okay, the second betting is over, and the fighting begins now."
The fierce-looking cultivator gave an order, and the cultivator behind him stepped forward to lift the ban between the two cultivators on the field, and the second match officially began. The two cultivators on the field seemed to know their fate. If they did not decide the winner in the fighting field according to the other party's requirements, they would only die in the end. So without waiting for urging, they each used their means to fight for their lives.
Just like the last match, the organizer of the gambling fight did not restrict the two people on the field. Facing such a life-and-death battle, the two used desperate means from the beginning to survive. Moreover, they were all demon cultivators, and they were best at close combat. Close combat was more tragic than the battle between cultivators, and it could also stimulate the enthusiasm and desire of the onlookers.
Because of this, the battle was very fierce at the beginning, and it was a head-on situation. The Purple Cicada Demon King and the huge demon cultivator even showed their bodies and used their innate magical powers to kill each other. The scene was tragic and direct, and the cultivators outside the field were also infected by the battle on the field. They stretched their necks to watch the hearty battle on the field, wishing to take their place.
In the first year after entering the Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Spirits, Qingyang had many dealings with the Purple Cicada Demon King. Although the Purple Cicada Demon King's strength has improved a lot compared to when they first separated, the basic fighting methods are still the same. He can clearly see that the Purple Cicada Demon King has already used most of his means, but in the end he is still no match for the huge cultivator. It's only the desire to survive that supports him, and he can't give up easily, because giving up means giving up his life.