Chapter 686: Until Death

The audience was startled, and then they cheered and applauded.

I thought the competition was over today, but now the champion suddenly came on stage. Isn't this going to be interesting?

The thin man let out a long "ah". Since this guy was going on stage, why didn't he inform him in advance? He could make a bet!

The bet for Broken Blade is no longer a simple bet on winning or losing. If everyone bets on Broken Blade to win, what's the profit?

The derived gameplay is to bet on how many moves he can take to knock down the opponent, whether he will use a certain move or magical power, and how many people will challenge him this time...

General Hong suddenly raised his hand and clapped his hands three times slowly.

Each one seemed to hit everyone's chest.

In just three breaths, the area around the ring was quiet.

General Hong then said loudly: "This month's live teaching starts now!"

The Martial Arts Review Hall holds a live teaching every month, usually with a guest appearance by a brave general, and General Hong occasionally takes the stage.

But she was too busy. He Lingchuan entered Panlong City so many times, but he didn't catch up with her live teaching.

General Hong continued, "Teaching content: Watch Duan Dao defend the life and death arena today. You can use real swords and guns, and the round-robin tactics are allowed."

The whole arena was "wowed" and almost exploded.

The arena competitions in Panlong City usually only allow the use of wooden weapons in the military review hall to avoid accidental killing. But there is also a kind of arena to resolve grudges, called the "life and death arena". There are no taboos in the battle, and you can be as vicious as you want. But both parties must sign a statement in advance, and life and death are at their own risk. After the fight, no matter how big the grudge is, it must be written off.

The life and death arena cannot be opened casually, it must be approved by special approval, and it can't be held once in half a year.

General Hong actually let Duan Dao defend the life and death arena, and even allowed round-robin tactics. Those who know the cruelty of it are stunned.

What did Duan Dao do to deserve such a lesson?

He Lingchuan smiled bitterly: "General, this..."

"Fight to death, you won't be nervous." I don't know if General Hong's words are comforting.

Isn't he afraid of death? He won't be nervous when he dies.

Seeing that no one was going to go up, General Hong simply called out the name:

"Meng Shan, step out!"

The crowd parted, and a huge figure hesitated for a while before walking out slowly.

"General..." Meng Shan didn't want to go up. He had fought with Broken Knife more than a dozen times and had vomited a long time ago.

General Hong raised his chin to the ring: "Go up."

Meng Shan had no choice but to pull out a big stick from the weapon rack.

General Hong didn't let him go: "Where is your mace?"

Meng Shan had to take out his favorite weapon and jump onto the ring.

This fine steel mace was almost half a person's height, and the head of the stick was already black and stained and couldn't be cleaned. I don't know how many people's flesh and blood had been stained on it.

Since Meng Shan surrendered, He Lingchuan hadn't fought with him with real swords and guns, but he still remembered this stick clearly.

Anyway, he had to fight. In just a few breaths, he had adjusted his mentality and said to Meng Shan solemnly:

"Please!"

Since you are here, fight!

He and Meng Shan were fighting on the stage, and General Hong was standing below the stage analyzing and explaining to the onlookers.

Not only could they watch the actual fighting, but General Hong was also explaining from the side. This opportunity was too precious, and everyone watched intently.

Of course, He Lingchuan and Meng Shan had no time to listen to what she said.

After twenty rounds, Meng Shan was kicked off the ring by He Lingchuan.

After three breaths, the mace that was almost thrown into the sky fell back to the ground with a "clang" and stuck beside the wooden stakes of the ring.

"In the first round, Broken Blade wins." General Hong glanced at the stage. He Lingchuan's chest was heaving, but there was no sweat on his temples. "I see that you are in good condition. You only need to rest for an incense stick of time. Lao Chunsheng, step out and get ready to go to the ring!"

A strong man walked out of the crowd and answered loudly.

His weapon was a pair of axes.

Everyone also exclaimed, this man was also a combat hero in the Dafeng Army. The pair of axes in his hands had killed more than a hundred people. He didn't expect to be pointed out as Broken Blade's opponent today.

At this time, the list of players who will take the stage later was also released.

The thin man in the audience was very busy. There was no suspense in the battle between He Lingchuan and Meng Shan just now. What everyone wanted to bet on was how many rounds Broken Blade could last?

Since it was a round-robin battle, Broken Blade would definitely fall down.

Everyone believed that General Hong would not really let him be beaten to death; only He Lingchuan himself understood that today's match could not end peacefully.

After an incense stick.

Lao Chunsheng jumped onto the stage and said in a deep voice: "I have no grudge against you, and I admire you, but I will not hold back today."

He Lingchuan had already adjusted his breath, and pressed the handle of Fusheng Knife sideways to prevent the cold light from leaking out:

"That's right!"

It was getting dark.

After Lao Chunsheng, many more people came to the stage. How many were they exactly? He Lingchuan could no longer remember.

He had just beaten an opponent to the point where he was lying on his back, unable to move, but he also leaned against the corner of the ring and could not get up for a long time.

Two ribs were broken, half of his face was swollen like a pig's head, and he couldn't open his eyes after the blood and sweat flowed down.

There was also a three-inch wound on his left waist that was bleeding.

During the halftime break, Luo hurriedly treated his wound and whispered:

"I think you've had enough, ask General Hong to stop!"

General Hong just walked to He Lingchuan's side, looked at him with his hands behind his back: "Do you want to fight or stop?"

He Lingchuan smiled bitterly: "Can I stop if I want to?"

He was no longer nervous.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

He Lingchuan then said sincerely: "Report to the general, I want to stop the war."

"Rejected." General Hong refused. "The competition will end only when you can't move."

"..." Giving a little hope and then extinguishing it is really better than not having it at the beginning.

A Luo was surprised and said, "Why, why?"

"No battle will stop just because you call for a stop." General Hong walked to the edge of the stage and rang the bronze bell with his own hands, "The competition continues!"

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He Lingchuan woke up as soon as the first ray of sunlight shone in the morning.

He blinked, his consciousness still staying in the last battle in Panlong City. It seemed that it was the tenth or eleventh opponent's turn. Both of them were panting, feeling that their lungs were like broken bellows, and every breath they took made a sound.

His consciousness was dull and he didn't even remember who he was.

The opponent's weapon had been knocked away by him, but he pulled up the stakes of the ring and slammed them on He Lingchuan's temple.

During the previous battle, the stakes of the ring had already loosened, and there were still two nails left on it.

He Lingchuan even remembered the feeling of the nail piercing through his flesh and directly into his temple...

It hurt, it hurt too much.

But it was just that moment.

He must have been knocked out, because he woke up directly.

At that moment, he seemed to hear some bastard in the audience yelling: "I won, I won!"

I don't know who made a fortune by taking advantage of his pain and bet on the number of rounds.

He Lingchuan muttered a curse twice, and suddenly found that his mood had changed after waking up.

After experiencing a night of cruel rounds, people calmed down instead, as if they were hit by the stake and their souls left their bodies, looking at themselves, others, and everything that would happen next from the perspective of an observer.

He didn't know if this state could be considered numbness, anyway, he entered a state of no sadness or joy, and his mind was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

General Hong's method was rough and extreme but effective. At least he was not nervous now.

Not at all.

When he fought and resisted with all his strength, and finally accepted death helplessly but calmly, death could no longer threaten him.

He Lingchuan sighed deeply.

When he entered Panlong City last night, he wanted to go to Master Sun, either to reminisce or say goodbye, but he didn't even see the beauty.

Apparently, Dafanghu thought that what he needed at this moment was not a romantic relationship.

This is really a unique artifact that doesn't care about the owner's emotions at all.

He Lingchuan packed his bag, changed his clothes, and walked out of his residence.

After a night of wind and rain, the rainbow bridge flew across in the morning, one end of which seemed to be built on the lake of Pianxiang Villa.

The air in the morning was cold and fresh.

He Lingchuan walked into the pleasure boat, drifted into the lake, closed his eyes in the rippling blue waves, and grasped the battle of last night.

Every time it was a life-and-death struggle;

Every time he tried his best;

Knowing that the battle would never stop, unless he fell down due to exhaustion, he still had to be determined to face the next state of mind.

Panlong City tried to teach him how to face despair.

After an unknown amount of time, someone suddenly called him from the shore:

"He Xiao, it's time to go!"

The sun was high at this time, and Fu Shanyue was working vigorously and had already returned from Lingxiao Palace.

This time, he went to bid farewell to the Demon Emperor.

The Emperor was now overwhelmed by the immortality medicine case and Qingyang State Master, and was eager for him to leave. He did not try to keep him during the meeting, and only said a few good words for Fu Shanyue to take to the Chiyan Demon King.

That afternoon, the Chiyan delegation left Lingxu City from the Zhengnan Gate.

Many nobles came to see them off, and the air was full of a happy atmosphere. They also saw with their own eyes that He Xiao accompanied the Chiyan Prince and left the wonderful stage of Lingxu City together.

But it doesn't matter, whether the Chiyan people leave or not, so much fun in the city will continue.

He Lingchuan and Fu Shanyue traveled together for three days, basically traveling day and night, and were already far away from the territory of Lingxu City.

During these three days, Panlong City was no longer open to He Lingchuan.

As long as they hurried south for another three or four days, they would reach the northern border of Chiyan State.

Fu Shanyue was eager to return home, and he galloped all the way.

He Lingchuan said goodbye to him just after Tianshui Post.

Fu Shanyue knew that he was determined to leave, so he did not try to stop him, but only asked him: "See you later?"

"Of course." He Lingchuan smiled, "I think we will see each other again soon."

"That's good." Fu Shanyue's words were sincere, "Write more when you are free."

The two of them clasped their fists together, and they were both trembling for a while.

The fierce tiger Jiao Yu pounced on him, hugged He Lingchuan's shoulders with his palm-leaf-sized claws, and rubbed his big head against his forehead, making a mooing sound like a cow.

With its strength, most people would have been knocked out long ago.

He Lingchuan heard its sadness, reached out and hugged its big head and rubbed it hard for a few times, feeling reluctant in his heart: "There will always be a separation, can I come back to see you?"

Unfortunately, he still had business to do.

Fu Shanyue pursed his lips, jumped on his horse and said: "If you don't go back to Chiyan with me, you will regret it sooner or later, hey!" After that, he whipped the horse and left without looking back.