Zheng Ming placed a bet with the Martial Arena!
If Xu Yang wins, the Martial Arena will lose a highly unique treasure.
If Zheng Ming wins, he gets her! At the same time, the treasure is to be offered up with both hands.
That treasure has massive value for a bigshot from the Celestial Travelers' Commerce Association behind the Martial Arena. Zheng Ming has already sent out the message—under orders, this bet must happen.
This life-and-death duel isn't just about the massive profits of the Life and Death Martial Arena—it's about her fate!
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That day, not a soul was left inside the Martial Arena.
Everyone had gathered at the main plaza in the heart of Beixuan City.
At a glance, it was a sea of heads—impossible to count, at least tens of thousands.
Even on the surrounding tall buildings, every rooftop was packed with people.
Even if you couldn't place a bet, just witnessing this fight was a damn blessing!
The usual hellish life-and-death duels already caused enough of a sensation.
Now, for this last bout, they even brought in the Prince's sixth son as the challenger.
All you can say is—it's nuts!
If you miss this spectacle, you'll regret it for the rest of your life.
In an instant, the number of Martial Artists in Beixuan City surged, forcing the Prince's guards out into the streets to keep order!
Though the final match was held outdoors, the Life and Death Martial Arena had already raked in a fortune by every means before it began.
What mattered most was the commotion—once word got out, their fame would blanket all of Daqian!
"Is the sixth young master Zheng Ming really the final opponent for the Shura?"
"Absolutely true, the Life and Death Martial Arena announced it themselves."
"The Shura with eight consecutive wins against the Prince's sixth son—this is a huge event for the entire Northern Territory."
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The frenzy swept in from every direction.
Today, Su Yun herself would host!
You have no idea how many old perverts stroke their egos in the dark, tossing off to the goddess's name for a bit of filthy, twisted bliss.
Just catching a glimpse of Su Yun was enough to make anyone excited.
When a figure in red stepped out from afar, the atmosphere exploded to its peak.
"Su Yun, my goddess!"
"Mr. Su, I fucking missed you!" That was from a crude brute.
"I'd heard Su Yun was the greatest beauty in Beixuan City—seeing her today, the reputation's well deserved!" That was someone's first time here.
"Born with a siren's charm, skin like ice and bones of jade, devilish and peerlessly beautiful." That coming from a self-proclaimed gentleman.
"Mr. Su, I wanna sleep with you." That's a damn fiend!
But Su Yun didn't get pissed at the endless barrage of filth—she sashayed her slender waist slowly onto the high platform at the edge of the square. Her soulful almond eyes swept the crowd, and her laughter instantly drowned everyone out.
Every movement she made stirred the heart.
That intoxicating beauty—never more intense than now.
Su Yun glanced around and suddenly sneered, "Look at you lot—all a bunch of crude bastards. Wipe that drool off your faces. If any of you can get through the Hell Life and Death Duel, hell, I'd let you sleep with me—so what?"
She dropped a bomb on the whole Martial Arena!
"Shit, Mr. Su, isn't that a bit impossible?"
"Heh, I love a challenge. Impossible? Keep making it hard for me, hah!"
"All you idiots want the impossible. Me? I just wanna drink Mr. Su's foot wash!"
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Su Yun didn't give a damn about these filthy words—in her eyes was nothing but disdain.
Though her smile bloomed like a flower, her heart carried a mountain of weight.
Three days had passed—Xu Yang's cultivation was still only at the peak of the Fetal Breathing Realm, just as expected, nowhere near breaking through to Innate.
Against Zheng Ming, not a shred of hope in sight.
But now, besides putting her faith in him, there was nothing else she could do!
Sigh!
With a long sigh in her heart, Su Yun narrowed her eyes, and that charming voice rang out: "Welcome, everyone, to the Hell Life and Death Duel—the Shura's last battle!"
"His opponent: the Prince's sixth son, Zheng Ming!"
She slowly swept her gaze around, then her eyes landed at a certain spot—her voice suddenly sharp and clear: "Let's welcome the Shura!"
At the same time—
Xu Yang, who'd been waiting in the rear, clenched his fists, eyes gleaming with cold killing intent.
He'd waited long enough. He couldn't wait anymore!
Swoosh!
Xu Yang strode out, making his way toward the center of the square.
All eyes were on him!
The densely packed crowd was almost suffocating.
But Xu Yang felt no waves in his heart—today, he had eyes only for Zheng Ming!
The crowd parted on its own. In all those reverent, amused looks, Xu Yang walked step by step to the center, icy eyes under the mask locking on a spot.
Zheng Ming—he'd be coming from there.
Suddenly, Xu Yang felt a sharp gaze on him. He turned slightly, and a violent murderous urge surged up in his chest.
He'd spotted Wang Feng and the Fourth Lady among the crowd, guarded by the Prince's personal guards. The area was almost empty—no one dared get close.
They actually showed up too!
"Good, you all came. Today, I'll let you watch your precious son die right in front of your eyes." Xu Yang's eyes filled with cold, deadly resolve.
At the same time, the Fourth Lady and Wang Feng were observing Xu Yang from the stands.
"Doesn't look so special."
"Still, winning eight straight fights in the Hell Life and Death Duel—he's not bad!"
The Fourth Lady's expression was all arrogance!
Her two sons: eldest Zheng Qi, who entered Wuhou Hall three years ago and would soon become a famous Marquis Wu of Daqian; and younger Zheng Ming, born with a spirit bone and having reached Innate—both worthy to fight for the title of Marquis Wu!
These two sons—they were her greatest pride; two dragons in one family!
Wang Feng, brownnosing at her side, said, "The sixth young master is here also to take the Shura as a servant. This Shura's ruthless—eight wins in the Martial Arena! Once he's in Wuhou Hall, he'd be the perfect attack dog!"
The Fourth Lady beamed with satisfaction, "Ming'er's all grown up—not bad."
"By the way, have you heard anything about that loser?" she asked suddenly.
The loser, naturally, was Xu Yang!
Wang Feng forced a bitter smile, "My lady, after that loser escaped, he vanished—still no sign of him."
Vanished?
The Fourth Lady's face darkened for a moment before she gave a cold sneer, "Even if that loser gets his cultivation back, he won't stir up any trouble. But before the Prince returns, you have to find him for me!"
Feeling the icy, commanding tone, Wang Feng cursed Xu Yang in his heart, that waste hiding somewhere, but put on a fawning face:
"Rest assured, my lady!"
"The sixth young master, please enter!"
Su Yun's call rang out, and both their heads turned to look outside.
Swoosh!
Zheng Ming, dressed in white like a refined gentleman, walked in unhurriedly.
At that moment—
Countless eyes ignored Su Yun, locking onto Zheng Ming instead.
The atmosphere instantly went razor sharp, suffocating!
Zheng Ming didn't even spare Xu Yang a glance, his eyes sweeping right past him to that lady in red on the high platform, a greedy glint flickering within.
This woman was just too tempting.
"You dare reject me? Let's see how you refuse this time!" Thinking of the bet, of Su Yun writhing beneath him in pleasure... Zheng Ming couldn't wait another second.
That treasure might be special, but with his status, what did it matter?
As for losing?
No damn way he'd lose!
Zheng Ming licked his lips, that wicked look fading before he finally turned to Xu Yang, expression haughty.
"Shura, huh? Pretty bold name."
"Eight consecutive wins? Not bad."
"I just broke through to Innate, and soon I'll enter Wuhou Hall. Just in time—I could use a servant."
"Here's your chance to change your fate: kneel, bow your head, and acknowledge me as your master!"