"How about it? It's not too late to quit now!"

The young man on one side saw his expression change and sneered.

He has met many young masters from aristocratic families. Before coming here, they were all arrogant and domineering, but when they saw the cruelty of the arena, they would become so frightened that they would be unable to walk.

"No!"

Zhang Xuan shook his head.

What shocked him was just the fighting within the human race, not blood and fear.

If we really want to talk about terror, who can be more terrifying than the people from the Foreign Spirit Tribe?

Cannibalistic, bloodthirsty and murderous...sometimes not even sparing his own clan members. This kind of person was said to commit suicide when he first met him. How could he be afraid of some human battles?

"It's okay, just go in!"

Seeing that his expression remained normal so quickly, the young man was a little surprised and said no more.

Going down the stairs, it didn't take long to arrive at a room. The surrounding walls were filled with a variety of weapons, all of which were at the lower level of the holy realm. They also had no spirituality and were easy to control and master.

"You can choose any of these weapons... you can have one, or ten. However, if you break it, you have to pay for it, and you have to put it back after the beating!"

The young man pointed casually.

"Yeah!" Zhang Xuan nodded, looked around, and took a few steps to reach a knife rest.

There are hundreds of kinds of knives displayed here, including single knives, waist knives, ghost head knives, long knives, short knives, wind-breaking knives, Minghong knives, nine-ring knives, Qinglong Yanyue knives... They are so densely packed that it makes people dizzy.

He lightly ran his fingers over each weapon, picked up one that looked a bit heavy, waved it a few times, shook his head, then changed it to another one, repeated it again, and finally put down all the weapons.

"Forget it, no need!"

Smiling softly, Zhang Xuan shook his head.

"No weapons?" The young man was a little surprised.

Having seen the cruelty of the arena, many people who came to participate in the competition wanted to take away all their weapons in case of emergencies. This guy touched them casually and didn't choose any of them... His heart was too big!

"If you can't defeat it, no matter how many weapons you have, it's useless!" Zhang Xuan nodded.

"That's good!"

Without further ado, the young man pushed open the other door of the room and followed behind. When he walked in, he saw dozens of people sitting cross-legged on one side and practicing.

Each of these people smelled of blood, and one could tell at a glance that there were many lives on them.

"Just wait here, and when the queue comes to you, I'll just show up!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Zhang Xuan looked around.

Although the dozens of people in the room were practicing, they were all paying attention to their surroundings, secretly vigilant, as if they would get violent and hurt anyone if they came near.

"Are you new here? Have you never participated before?"

After finding a place to sit down, a faint voice sounded in my ears.

Turning around, he saw a young man in his thirties. He had a scar on his face and was covered in blood. He must have been injured recently and had not had time to recover.

Everyone around him was a little indifferent, but Zhang Xuan was a little surprised that the other party actually took the initiative to talk to him.

"Can you tell?"

"Those who have participated in the ring competition have eyes like those of wolves, full of ferocity. Otherwise, they will only die... You look like a sheep, how come you can't tell that?"

The scarred young man sneered.

In the arena of life and death, strength is certainly a factor, but the more important factor is "ruthlessness"!

Be ruthless to your enemies, be ruthless to yourself!

Only in this way will people be afraid. The man in front of him has confused eyes and a cute expression. At a glance, you can tell that he is an aristocratic son who has never experienced anything.

"sheep?"

Zhang Xuan shook his head.

Wherever he goes, he makes a huge fuss and gets headaches from countless famous teachers, but in their eyes, he is just a sheep?

It seems he still has a good temper.

"Of course, if you haven't participated in the competition and haven't gone through the bloody baptism, you are just a sheep! To tell you the truth, I can win six games in a row at most. Unfortunately... the seventh place is too strong and consumes too much energy. Otherwise, I would be very weak now.

Maybe I’ll get the title of Ten Crown Champions!”

The scarred young man looked proud.

"sharp!"

Zhang Xuan nodded, sincerely.

A genius like Zhang Jiuxiao didn't even participate in the sixth game. The opponent can win six games in a row, which is already very impressive.

"Squeak!"

While they were chatting, they saw the door in front of them open, and immediately everyone felt a murderous aura coming towards their faces, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"Is it him?"

Zhang Xuan frowned.

It was none other than the guy who just stood in the ring and tore people into pieces.

This guy was extremely tall, like an iron tower, and he was dressed in thick armor, as red as blood, and looked extremely weird.

"This is currently the most powerful person in the black market, Hong Yang!"

Seeing that he didn't recognize him, the scarred young man nodded with admiration: "Also known as...the King of Hundred Wars!"

"King of Hundred Wars?"

Zhang Xuan was stunned: "Victory a hundred games?"

"It's not that he defeated a hundred battles, but he defeated ten ten battle kings in a row! Moreover, the guys who challenged him were all torn to pieces and could not die anymore!"

The young man with the scar showed a look of fear.

He admired the strength of the man in front of him, but he was also extremely afraid of his cruelty.

Not only him, but everyone else was also wary when they saw this person coming out.

"roll!"

After a few steps, he came to a corner of the wall, looked at the two young men sitting on the ground practicing, and Hong Yang scolded them.

These two people didn't dare to say anything, so they turned around and left.

Wow!

The tower-like Hong Yang sat down, took out a pill, and swallowed it. The aura in his body was like boiling.

As soon as he sat down, everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The people around him quietly retreated, leaving a large space free.

"It turns out to be the late stage of Yuanshen Realm..."

The other party was practicing, and Zhang Xuan saw the cultivation level.

Like himself, he is both at the late stage of the Yuanshen realm.

However, at the same level, the killing aura in the opponent's body is thick and powerful, giving people a strong oppression even before the fight begins.

The Eye of Understanding was operating, and just as he was about to take a closer look at the opponent's strength and how high it was, Hong Yang on the opposite side raised his head, glanced over, and looked over.

"What a strong sense..."

His eyes were sharp.

As expected of someone who has defeated ten consecutive champions, this kind of induction is so powerful that it is terrifying.

After a second glance, he was able to recognize the direction and determine the location among so many people. With this sixth sense, it can be said that it is impossible to kill him in a sneak attack.

"The moment of life and death has a great tempering effect on people. Even though this famous master is in the late stage of the Yuanshen Realm, he may not be able to compete with a master who is only halfway out of the Aperture Realm. Even... he is locked in a cage with a combat master of the same level.

Here, the one who survives must be him!"

Nodding secretly.

Whether a person is strong or not depends not only on strength, but also on the understanding and use of danger.

Just like a cow is stronger than a wolf, but if they are placed in the same room, the former will definitely die.

This Hong Yang is like a wolf, or even a hungry tiger who knows how to kill many people. Once encountered, he will immediately release his sharp fangs, making it difficult to resist.

"Newcomer, go aside... Is there a place for you to sit here?"

While he was secretly speculating, a cold voice sounded.

Looking up, he saw that it was one of the two young men who had been kicked away by Hong Yang just now. He had no place to sit and vented his anger on his own head.

"Is your name engraved here?"

Zhang Xuan said calmly without getting up.
To be continued...