Chapter 24

Chapter 25: Blackstone City

It was the same cloaked figure again. With a flash of light from the massive bronze door, Qian Xing found himself standing amidst a field of scattered rocks. These rocks, though only as tall as a person’s lower leg, were of various sizes and stretched for about seven or eight li.

At the end of the rocky field lay a black hill, entirely composed of exposed massive black stones, with sparse patches of dark purple grass and trees growing on it.

"Survive and come out—survive and come out—"

This mission prompt echoed in Qian Xing’s mind like a demon’s curse.

Damn, this means it’s an unlimited elimination match!

Poor me, I just got my hands on a few hundred thousand, and I haven’t even had the chance to spend it, and now I have to face a life-or-death situation.

That damn person who set up this cursed system! I curse him to burn in hell forever.

Qian Xing had completely forgotten the ecstasy he felt when he got his hands on the stacks of red bills.

At that time, he thought the Colosseum was great; without the Colosseum’s skills, he would have probably died under the black-clothed man’s iron-hard legs long ago!

In the end, Qian Xing was a typical petty citizen, rejoicing when things went well, but becoming a sprint champion when faced with life-and-death crises.

He would never have any good feelings towards the person who created such a crisis, no matter how noble that person might be.

Upon reaching the top of the black hill, he discovered that although the hill was not very high, it stretched for dozens of li. At the end of the mountain range, a towering city faintly appeared in the mist.

On the other side was a vast black plain, covered with black stones.

Beyond the plain, about eight or nine li away, a thick, dense white fog spread, giving a desolate feeling.

Strange? Why is there less fog on the hill and more on the plain?

According to weather principles, there should be more fog on the hill than on the plain.

Thinking about this, the fog-covered plain suddenly seemed extremely eerie.

After a brief consideration, Qian Xing chose the distant black stone city, deciding to walk towards it.

No matter what, a visible place is always more reassuring than an invisible one.

He walked cautiously, trying to remain as hidden as possible.

Since it was an elimination match, who knew if other beast fighters had been transported here? Who knew if these beast fighters might stab him in the back?

The saying "a mountain may tire a horse" describes the long and winding mountain paths.

Just halfway through, it was already evening. Qian Xing found a hidden spot under a large rock and prepared to spend the night, feeling extremely anxious.

As soon as it got dark, strange sounds filled the air and the ground. Just as Qian Xing closed his eyes, a strong sense of danger washed over him. A black shadow, accompanied by a pungent smell, lunged at him!

There was no time to transform! Transformation required mana support, and the transformation could only be used before a battle. If the mana ran out during the fight, he wouldn’t be able to transform, leading to certain death.

Qian Xing pushed off the ground with both arms, and in an instant, his legs kicked out fourteen times, creating a flurry of leg shadows and a whistling sound of death.

It was the "Dragon Tooth Kick" used by the black-clothed man against Qian Xing!

Although he couldn’t kick as many times as the black-clothed man, after just a few days of practice, Qian Xing could already kick out a convincing flurry of leg shadows!

Even without transforming into a Chacha demon, Qian Xing’s explosive speed, thanks to his Chacha demon bloodline, was several times stronger than that of an ordinary person.

He felt as if his legs were kicking against hard rock, and a sharp pain shot up his legs!

This creature’s skin was abnormally tough!

At the same time, the black shadow let out a strange roar and was kicked flying sideways.

However, it was clear that the creature wasn’t seriously injured. As soon as it touched the ground, it immediately leaped up and lunged at Qian Xing again.

But by this time, Qian Xing’s arms were covered in scales, and his ten fingers had turned into sharp claws.

Seeing the creature lunging through the air, Qian Xing, like a giant cat, crouched on all fours and darted to the creature’s underside. His right shoulder twisted impossibly, as if it had no joints, and his five white, sharp claws slashed upward with a force that seemed to tear the sky apart.

Instantly, a terrible tearing sound was heard.

The tough-skinned creature was ripped open by Qian Xing’s claws!

This was a powerful move from the Tiger Fist technique—Drill Mountain Tiger!

This move required the shoulder joints to rotate 180 degrees, and those who practiced Tiger Fist usually focused on hard techniques, not such a soft and flexible skill.

It was only because Qian Xing had practiced the Nine Yin Manual that he could rotate his shoulder joints 180 degrees. In the secular world, hard techniques and soft techniques were not practiced together. If a real-world martial artist saw Qian Xing’s shoulder joints, which were so soft yet his claws so hard, it would be considered shocking.

Without time to see what it was, Qian Xing retracted his claws and fled in a panic.

The creature had a pungent smell and was bleeding. Staying here would only attract more creatures.

Although he had only partially transformed his arms, which consumed less mana, who knew what might come during the long night?

He gathered his energy and entered a meditative state, like a stone, to endure the night.

The next morning, he saw that the surroundings were as desolate as the previous day, realizing that these creatures were nocturnal.

Without hesitation, he used all his strength to sprint towards the black city.

Finally, before sunset, he reached the city gate of the black city.

This black city was over thirty meters tall, entirely built with large black stones. What surprised Qian Xing was that the seams between the two-meter-long, one-meter-high black stones were almost invisible, thinner than a hair.

Details revealed strength. Although the city’s style was ancient, even a modern construction team on Earth could only achieve this level.

The city gate was wide, about six meters, with dozens of soldiers lined up on both sides. When they saw Qian Xing trying to enter, they brandished their cold, sharp blades.

"Wild man, show your entry permit! If you don’t have one, hand over three red shells!"

"Red shells?" Where do I have them?

Qian Xing thought about forcing his way in, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he felt a chill run through his body.

The leader of the soldiers was already glaring at him with a cold, stern look.

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End of Chapter 25