Chapter 43

"Hmph!"

Liu Chuanshen let out a cold snort, hands behind his back, and walked out, saying in a stern voice, "Rebellious son, you have disgraced the Wu Market Money House. Go and apologize to Miss Dan immediately!"

Liu Chengfeng, upon hearing Liu Chuanshen's voice, immediately turned around, his face changing drastically. The arrogance and audacity from just a moment ago vanished instantly.

"Father... Father... I was just joking with Miss Xiangling... I will go and apologize to Miss Xiangling right away..." Liu Chengfeng was extremely afraid, trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing Liu Chengfeng in this state, Liu Chuanshen sighed deeply, feeling even more disappointed. He shook his head and said, "This rebellious son has embarrassed His Highness the Ninth Prince. Let's go to the Wu Market Arena now!"

Under Liu Chuanshen's lead, it didn't take long for Zhang Ruochen, the Ninth Princess, and Dan Xiangling to arrive at the Wu Market Arena.

The Wu Market Arena was packed with people, and powerful martial artists could be seen everywhere.

Of course, there were also many martial artists with low cultivation. They stood at the periphery of the arena, observing and learning the combat techniques of the powerful martial artists.

Liu Chuanshen, upon arriving at the Wu Market Arena, immediately left for the deepest palace in the arena, where he had important matters to attend to.

Zhang Ruochen, the Ninth Princess, and Dan Xiangling entered the Yellow Rank Martial Arena.

The Yellow Rank Martial Arena was a circular building, very ancient, with a total of six floors. Each floor had 360 stands, and from each stand, one could clearly see the battles on the Yellow Rank Arena in the center.

Each person had to pay ten silver coins to enter the Yellow Rank Martial Arena.

"Ninth Brother, are you really going to participate in the martial competition? Your current cultivation is still too weak, and there is a significant gap between you and the Yellow List martial artists," the Ninth Princess said.

The Ninth Princess was not looking down on Zhang Ruochen; she was very aware of the brutality of the Wu Market Arena. After all, no one who dared to step onto the arena was a weakling.

Dan Xiangling said, "I heard that before stepping onto the arena, martial artists must sign a life-and-death agreement. Because those who step onto the arena are all madmen, each wanting to become famous in one battle. They use all-out combat methods, and a slight mistake can result in severe injuries, or even death on the arena."

"That's right! Ninth Brother, you should cultivate to the Great Perfection of the Yellow Extreme Realm before participating in the martial competition! If you need money to buy a forging furnace, you can ask Father for it. With your talent, even if you ask for a million silver coins, Father will definitely give them to you," the Ninth Princess advised.

Zhang Ruochen said, "Let's see first."

At that moment, a middle-aged martial artist in his thirties stepped onto the arena. He held a crimson spear, exuding a powerful aura, and said, "I am Nie Heng, the eldest disciple of the Heavenly Crane Sect. This is my first time at the Yellow Rank Martial Arena. Who wishes to be my first opponent?"

Dan Xiangling said, "I've heard of Nie Heng. He reached the Great Perfection of the Yellow Extreme Realm at the age of twenty-two and has stayed there for fifteen years. He is very powerful and should be able to win seven or eight consecutive matches."

In the Kunlun World, the number of sects and families is countless. Some small sects have only a few dozen disciples.

Some large sects have over ten million disciples, ruling the martial world of dozens of counties, with immense power.

Therefore, sects and families are divided into "Three Paths and Nine Streams."

For example, the "Crimson Cloud Sect" where Dan Xiangling is from, and the "Heavenly Crane Sect" where Nie Heng is from, belong to the Seventh Stream sects.

The Yunwu County has one Sixth Stream sect, five Seventh Stream sects, seventeen Eighth Stream sects, and an uncountable number of Ninth Stream sects.

All these sects are under the management of the official authorities.

If they are not managed, they are considered heretical sects and will be attacked and exterminated by the official authorities.

The Ninth Princess said, "Nie Heng's cultivation is indeed strong, but there are even more powerful people in the martial arena. I guess he can win at most six consecutive matches."

Dan Xiangling said, "Since that's the case, let's go and place our bets!"

"Alright!"

The Ninth Princess and Dan Xiangling went to the highest stand of the Yellow Rank Martial Arena to participate in the betting.

"I bet a thousand silver coins that Nie Heng will win six consecutive matches." The Ninth Princess took out a spirit crystal and placed it in the slot marked "six" on the betting table.

"I bet five hundred silver coins that Nie Heng will win eight consecutive matches." Dan Xiangling took out a silver bag and placed it in the slot marked "eight" on the betting table.

"Since that's the case, I'll bet on a middle number!"

Zhang Ruochen also became interested, took out a spirit crystal, and placed it in the slot marked "seven" on the betting table.

Many people participate in the betting. If one can win every time, they can accumulate a large amount of wealth.

Nie Heng's strength is indeed very strong, and some people even bet that he can win ten consecutive matches and become a Yellow List martial artist. Although the probability is very low, if Nie Heng succeeds, the person who bet on him will win a fortune.

The first martial artist to challenge Nie Heng on the Yellow Rank Arena looked to be in his forties, with cultivation at the Great Position of the Yellow Extreme Realm.

"Boom!"

Nie Heng stood in the center of the Yellow Rank Arena and, with just one move, sent the Great Position of the Yellow Extreme Realm martial artist flying off the arena.

First match won!

Second match won!

...

Fifth match won!

Sixth match won!

Nie Heng won six consecutive matches, causing a great stir in the Yellow Rank Martial Arena. The martial artists in the stands were all cheering and shouting.

In the Yellow Rank Martial Arena, it is already quite impressive if someone can win six consecutive matches every day.

After all, the opponents Nie Heng faces become stronger as the matches progress.

By the seventh match, only those who have won seven consecutive matches in the Yellow Rank Martial Arena are qualified to challenge him.

Anyone who has won seven consecutive matches in the Yellow Rank Martial Arena is not a weakling.

In the seventh match, Nie Heng finally encountered a formidable opponent.

Huang Zhenlong, a martial artist at the Great Perfection of the Yellow Extreme Realm, had won seven consecutive matches three times but was defeated in the eighth match each time. His strength was very formidable.

Nie Heng fought with Huang Zhenlong for half an hour, ultimately using a mid-grade human-level martial technique, "Snowflake Spear Method," to pierce through Huang Zhenlong's chest, severely injuring him and throwing him off the arena.

However, Nie Heng was also hit by Huang Zhenlong's palm, suffering internal injuries.

Blood dripped from his mouth.

At that moment, a man in his twenties stepped onto the arena, holding a white folding fan, and said calmly, "You are already severely injured and cannot win eight consecutive matches. Admit defeat!"

The battles in the martial arena are so brutal that there is no time for rest or recovery. One must keep fighting continuously.

Winning ten consecutive matches is almost impossible.

Even with Nie Heng's powerful strength, after seven consecutive matches, his true qi was already mostly depleted, and he was also severely injured.

In his current state, it was almost impossible for him to win the eighth match.

Nie Heng clenched his teeth, staring at the man holding the folding fan, and said, "Who says I can't fight the eighth match? Who are you?"

"Hehe! I come from the Imperial Advisor's Mansion, and my name is Xue Bing. I have won eight consecutive matches twice in the Yellow Rank Martial Arena," Xue Bing said with a faint smile, gently waving his folding fan.

"Fight!"

Nie Heng mobilized all his true qi, infusing it into his spear.

The spear in his hand immediately emitted a flame-like glow, and he thrust it at Xue Bing.

"Whoosh!"

Nie Heng's vision blurred, and Xue Bing's figure disappeared.

Xue Bing used a high-grade human-level movement technique, instantly appearing in front of Nie Heng. He waved his folding fan, and a flash of blood appeared as Nie Heng's head flew off.

Xue Bing looked at the fallen corpse, a mocking smile on his face, and said, "I told you to admit defeat, but you wouldn't listen. Ah! How foolish!"

A powerful martial artist at the Great Perfection of the Yellow Extreme Realm died on the arena!

Nie Heng's junior disciples and fellow disciples immediately rushed onto the arena, crying in a group, and carried Nie Heng's body away.

There was no way out, as Nie Heng had signed a life-and-death agreement when he stepped onto the arena.

Every day in the Yellow Rank Martial Arena, a few people die, and everyone is already used to it.

In fact, it was mainly because Xue Bing's cultivation was much stronger than Nie Heng's, so Nie Heng didn't even have the chance to admit defeat before being killed by Xue Bing.

"Ah! Knowing the huge gap in strength, yet refusing to admit defeat, is truly stubborn. Fame is important, but life is even more important," the Ninth Princess sighed.

Dan Xiangling also shook her head lightly and said, "With Nie Heng's talent, he could have become a Profound Extreme Realm martial artist in ten years of cultivation. Many talented martial artists fall this way."

"Wow! Ninth Brother, you won! Go and see how much you won!" the Ninth Princess said.

"It's just good luck!" Zhang Ruochen had only placed a bet casually and didn't expect to win.

Although Nie Heng died on the arena, he did win seven consecutive matches.

Zhang Ruochen had placed a spirit crystal on the betting table and won back eight spirit crystals.

"Enough! I'll also go and try on the arena!"

Zhang Ruochen signed a life-and-death agreement, paid a spirit crystal, and walked towards the arena.

"Ninth Brother, I know I can't stop you, but you must promise me that if you encounter an unbeatable opponent, you will immediately admit defeat," the Ninth Princess said with concern.

The Ninth Princess thought that Zhang Ruochen was just going to experience the atmosphere of the arena and not really participate in the martial competition.

After all, his cultivation was only at the Middle Position of the Yellow Extreme Realm, far from Nie Heng's level. Winning three consecutive matches would already be quite good.

"Don't worry! I know my limits!"

Zhang Ruochen smiled slightly, looking very relaxed, and stepped onto the arena.

As soon as he stepped onto the arena, a commotion arose in the Yellow Rank Martial Arena.

"Who is this young man? To dare to fight in the Yellow Rank Martial Arena at such a young age?"

"Probably also seeking fame! There are too many such passionate young men. Dozens die every month, nothing strange about it."

...

At that moment, Liu Chengfeng stood on a higher stand in the Yellow Rank Martial Arena, staring at Zhang Ruochen who had stepped onto the arena, a sinister smile on his face: "Haha! Heaven has a path, but you don't take it; hell has no door, but you force your