Perhaps to make the ring matches more visually appealing and bloody, both sides wore ordinary clothes that offered no defense at all. [..]
Although both of them had weapons in their hands, their dantian were imprisoned, so they could only fight in hand-to-hand combat and could not use spells.
Lai Siyu really admires the owner of the ring. She wonders which pervert came up with this method.
If the battles between monks were a battle of magic, no one would be interested in watching it. It would just be a bunch of spells being hurled back and forth, with no excitement at all. Furthermore, if spells were used, if one side's spell was more powerful, it would most likely kill the other instantly, which would make the battle less interesting.
Unlike hand-to-hand combat, which requires real swords and guns to fight face to face, the fighting scene in the ring is bound to be bloody.
Using the most primitive fighting method, stimulating the audience's senses through constant injuries and blood, making them crazy, making them addicted, and making them willingly place bets, the owner of this ring really understands the dark side of human nature too well.
The fight had only just begun when blood was already splattered all over the stage.
The audiences in the audience were waving their arms and cheering crazily for the Fatal Scholar, and the Fatal Scholar did not disappoint them. The Ghost King Hook in his hand had already ripped open the Blood Shura's stomach, and a piece of Blood Shura's intestines was also hooked out by him.
"Damn it! I'm still trying to pick an upset! Why is this Blood Shura so weak? He can't even get into the body of the Deadly Scholar!"
"That's what I meant. I asked you to buy the Fatal Scholar with me so we could get some insurance, but you refused. So, let's meet again now!"
"Why are the odds so high for Blood Shura? It's because his chances of winning are slim! One to nine! Such high odds prove that the probability of him killing the Deadly Scholar is incredibly low!"
"That's right, everyone's buying The Fatal Scholar, and you... well, go home and cry!"
"How can I go home and cry? If I lose this time, I'll have to sell the house to pay off my debts. There's still a place to stay there. I think I'd better cry here! Wuwu..."
The people around were discussing it enthusiastically. Those who bought the Deadly Scholar were naturally feeling lucky, while those who bought the Bloody Shura were regretting it to the core.
It seems that these two people are not on the same level at all. Up to now, Blood Shura has never gotten close to the Deadly Scholar. Instead, the Deadly Scholar has left many scars on his body.
Panlong Sword also became proud and kept criticizing the pornographic book until Lai Siyu got angry, then it stopped.
Lai Siyu couldn't understand it. If the Deadly Scholar won, then she would lose. What was the point of Panlong Sword being proud if her master lost?
He really needs some discipline!
There was a cruel and bloodthirsty light burning in the deadly scholar's eyes, and he tortured the other party with his usual methods.
He could clearly break his opponent's neck with one move, but he chose to ignore these vital points and choose to attack elsewhere.
He is like a cat teasing a mouse, and he wants to tease his opponent to his heart's content!
He wanted his opponent to die slowly in extreme fear!
Bloody Shura held a knife in his right hand and stuffed the exposed intestines into his stomach with his left hand. His body was already covered with scars, while the Deadly Scholar had no injuries at all!
All the blood on the Fatal Scholar is his!
Xue Shura raised his hand and wiped the sweat off his face. The blood mixed with sweat dyed his face bloody.
His breathing became heavy, but his gaze remained firm.
The Fatal Scholar looked at his hand with disdain, as if the other party was an ant that could be easily chased to death.
He waved the Ghost King Hook in his hand indifferently, and this time his target was still the opponent's stomach.
Blood Shura shouted, his hands tightly gripped the sword, and he dodged to the side, trying to avoid the Ghost King's attack.
A scornful smile appeared on the corner of the Deadly Scholar's mouth. He flipped his hand, and the Ghost King's Hook instantly changed direction and hooked the opponent's waist.
"Puchi~" The tip hooked into the flesh and blood gushed out instantly.
Stimulated by the blood, the screams of the audience below the stage became louder and louder. They shouted the name of the Fatal Scholar, a name that was about to bring them huge profits.
The Fatal Scholar smiled smugly. He was calculating that he needed to inflict a few more injuries on his opponent to completely deprive him of his fighting power, and make him fall on the stage and beg for death!
Just when the Fatal Scholar was feeling extremely proud, the entire audience suddenly fell silent.
The huge hall was completely silent, and everyone stared at the arena with wide eyes.
I saw that the Ghost King Hook of the Fatal Scholar was still hanging on the Blood Shura's waist, and he was actually holding the Fatal Scholar's head in his hand.
There was still a smile on the face of this head, but a hint of cruelty and bloodthirstiness could still be seen in the dull eyes.
His body stood straight, and the blood from his neck spurted into the air like a fountain.
Blood spilled like rain on Blood Shura's body. Covered in blood, Blood Shura was just like his nickname, like a Shura that crawled out of the blood pool in hell!
He held the fatal scholar's head high, and his cold eyes slowly swept across the audience.
He pulled out the Ghost King from his waist, and a stream of blood gushed out, but he didn't care.
This man had planned this all along. He had been acting weak and vulnerable, waiting for the Fatal Scholar to let his guard down. He then used his body as bait, drawing the Fatal Scholar's attack before wielding his sword...
Only at that moment were the two people's bodies closest to each other, and only when the opponent's ghost king hooked his ribs at the waist could he buy a tiny bit of time to cut off the opponent's head!
This person wins!
Because he is cruel enough to himself!
The Fatal Scholar lost because he didn't take his opponent's life when he had the ability!
When facing an enemy, torturing the opponent will certainly give you a different feeling, but if you cannot take the opponent's life in the first time, then no matter how weak the opponent is, there is a probability that he will kill you!
In short, you can indulge anyone but not your enemies!
After a long time, sporadic cheers finally broke out from the audience. There were really too few people buying Blood Shura, so even the post-match celebration was not very grand.
Soon, the cheers were drowned out by waves of curses that grew louder than the last. Isn't this deadly scholar a swindler?
After Xue Shura left, someone immediately came up to clean the ring. Afterwards, the host reappeared on the ring, using his eloquent tongue to comfort the losers of the first match and encourage the winners to continue their efforts.
Two female cultivators appeared on the second stage. Both of them were outstanding in figure and appearance. This time, two handsome male cultivators stood beside them to serve them.
"Everyone, please hurry up and place your bets. The second match will be between the Black Widow Guo Mengchun and the Life-Catching Jurchen Leng Zhu..."
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