The people on the wall looked at each other in disbelief.

What did he say? He didn't want to auction off the martial arts manual, but instead chose to fight to the death?

There are thousands of people here!

"Young friend!" Ji Xing'an was shocked. "Why are you doing this? I've already given you a way out!"

The people from the South City camp didn't leave either; even Li Tiegen was watching, but he only had admiration in his eyes, not greed.

While the unique cultivation technique was indeed precious, there were even more precious things worth upholding.

However, most people were just shocked and had no intention of being the first to act.

Even if we beat this guy now, figuring out how to leave is something we need to consider.

"You don't have the guts, yet you dare to covet the only cultivation technique!" Jiang Yuan said arrogantly, surveying the entire arena. "If you don't have the luck of others, you must learn to fight desperately. You don't have my luck, and now you don't even dare to fight desperately. What are you talking about shouldering the burden of the human race?"

"Ren Shengrui from Dongcheng, may I ask for your guidance!"

The young man, around twenty years old, finally couldn't hold back any longer and landed first, walking up to Jiang Yuan.

Everyone else was watching; the earlier they went on stage, the less chance they had. The others preferred to wait rather than stand out.

"Leng Yue, you should leave first! This isn't something that can be resolved in a short time!" Jiang Yuan said with his back to Leng Yue.

"I'll go to the trading area to find out the location of the Holy Spirit Pavilion for you. I'll wait for you outside the city!" Leng Yue left without any hesitation, picking up some Holy Spirit Stones.

After Leng Yue left, Jiang Yuan said confidently, "If you defeat me, I will hand over my only cultivation technique, but I hope you won't forget to bring enough money to buy your lives!"

"otherwise!"

Jiang Yuan made a threatening gesture by slitting his neck.

If you want the unique skill, the only way is to kill him. He's risking his life, so naturally the other party will have to bring plenty of money.

"I don't want to be your enemy! But the temptation of the cultivation technique is too great!" Ren Shengrui drew his sword and pointed it directly at Jiang Yuan.

"Stop talking nonsense, you're not the only one here today!" Jiang Yuan activated his linked fingers and wrist binding. He didn't know how to wield a sword, so he preferred to use his fists. After all, once petrified, most weapons couldn't do anything to him.

After Jiang Yuan finished speaking, he attacked Ren Shengrui. Ren Shengrui was a fifth-tier strength-type, which showed that he was from a large family. His weapons, armor and skills were all of very high quality. It would be difficult for an ordinary person to assemble such comprehensive equipment.

The two exchanged blows, but Jiang Yuan finally caught Ren Shengrui off guard with a Soul-Splitting Needle, and then punched him to the ground.

"That's it?" Jiang Yuan stepped on Ren Shengrui's hand and forcefully removed the storage ring from his finger. "I'll gladly accept your storage ring!"

"You also have Soul Energy skills!" Ren Shengrui said unwillingly.

"Are you going to leave on your own, or will I cripple you so you can't take revenge on me!" Jiang Yuan pressed Ren Shengrui's sword against his neck.

"You've already taken the things, let me go! I won't take your cultivation technique again!" Although Ren Shengrui was unwilling, he still gave in in the face of the threat of death.

"Swear it!" Jiang Yuan had no intention of killing him.

There are only forty-nine safe zones in China, and the people present come from almost all over the country. If he kills them all, he will definitely have enemies all over the world in the future. There is no need for him to offend so many forces for the sake of the Mark of the Dead.

Another crucial point is that Ren Shengrui doesn't possess the talent to win his heart.

The talents currently collected by the Hand of Death are Petrification, Chains of Order, and Soul Splitter, which happen to occupy the three elements of Strength and Soul. He will not change these three talents for the time being unless he finds one he likes.

"I, Ren Shengrui, swear that I will never seek out..." Ren Shengrui paused, then looked at Jiang Yuan, "What's your name?"

"Jiang Yuan!" Jiang Yuan's voice resounded throughout the venue.

"Alright, I, Ren Shengrui, swear that I will never cause trouble for Jiang Yuan because of the only cultivation technique. If I break this vow, may all the disciples of the Golden Sect be reduced to ashes!" Ren Shengrui said solemnly.

Since the Golden Gate appeared in this world, it has become the controller of this world's order, and no one dares to break their oath under the Golden Gate.

Some people have tried, but they all died.

"Very well, you can leave now!" Jiang Yuan didn't even return the sword to him, but simply told him to leave.

"Are you from the Jiang family of Ancheng?" Ren Shengrui stood up and asked in confusion.

With a swift stroke of his sword, Jiang Yuan sent Ren Shengrui away without even receiving an answer.

"I don't like my family!" Jiang Yuan said solemnly, gazing at the sword in his hand.

"What a waste! You can't even beat a martial arts master who's only at the second level!" A man with a buzz cut and wearing martial arts clothes leaped down from the prison wall.

"He's from an ancient martial arts family!" someone recognized the crew-cut man.

"The Chen family!" one person sneered. "He calls himself the number one genius of the Chen family, but unfortunately, he broke the Blood Shackles at the age of ten using a large amount of precious medicinal herbs, and it wasn't until he was forty-eight that he broke the second flesh shackles. He still dares to say that the Ren family kid is a waste. He's really confident!"

"Oh, this must be Chen Cheng!"

After being told, many people immediately recognized the man with the crew cut, since they had met many of them before in this circle.

“Next time, send a few more people to test him. I want to see if this guy can really destroy the only cultivation technique!” A haughty young man stared at Jiang Yuan with eyes like lightning.

Having traveled a long way to Nancheng, they naturally wouldn't be led by the nose. They're observing rather than making a move. First, they need to ascertain the opponent's strength, and second, they need to observe the attitudes of others, since taking away the only cultivation technique from among so many powerful individuals is extremely difficult.

"Chen Cheng of the Chen family!" Chen Cheng cupped his hands to Jiang Yuan, then sneered, "The people I despise most in my life are unorthodox martial arts practitioners. Today, let's see how I teach you a lesson!"

"What arrogance!" Jiang Yuan stuffed the storage ring he had just obtained into his pocket. The other party did not have a standard rank in the Heavenly Eye, but it still had a strength attribute of sixty-four points.

The power range of the first layer of the Blood Shackles is between one and fifty, with the exact amount depending on the ancient martial artist's own techniques, physique, and talent.

This has led to the existence of people with "high scores but low abilities" in the ancient martial arts community. There are even cases where someone at the second level can't beat someone at the first level.

"I'll take you away in ten moves!" Chen Cheng said arrogantly.

"Then I'll return the favor!" Jiang Yuan didn't think this kind of person could be that strong.

After studying the Divine Wood Canon, he learned that, according to records, thirty years old is the first hurdle for ancient martial arts practitioners. If one has not completed the lower three levels by the age of thirty, then the path of ancient martial arts is almost cut off.

Before the age of thirty, one's Qi and blood are at their most vigorous. If one cannot break through the shackles of flesh and bone with Qi and blood at this age, then after the age of thirty, when Qi and blood begin to slow down, the difficulty increases exponentially. Even breaking through the lower three levels becomes difficult, let alone stepping into the middle three levels or even the upper three levels.

The man in front of me, Chen Cheng, comes from an ancient martial arts family. If someone like him is in his forties or fifties and still hasn't been able to break the shackles of his bones, you can imagine how useless he is in ancient martial arts.

The fight between the two was devoid of any fancy moves; it was a brutal contest of control over flesh and blood, where only by penetrating to the very core of the body could the true power of an ancient martial artist be unleashed.

"You're nothing special!"