You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 143 What’s wrong with a life-and-death battle!
The two character standees erected in front of the arena are clearly visible. The one on the left is a talented warrior from Kuwajima, with a short braid behind his head, narrow and cramped eyes, and strange snake pupils. His name is Sakai Yoshie.

The story is briefly about a genius swordsman from Sangdao who came to the Northern City with a golden token, waiting for the Great Secret Realm to open. He intended to test the blade, so he played a life-and-death duel.

The character stand in the middle on the right is the image of his opponent, a warrior from the Xia Kingdom who is resident in the arena. His codename is the One-eyed Demon Lord. He once had a record of ten wins and was very famous.

This person's realm is only at the first level of Minghun, but with his unique self-healing ability and ruthlessness, he killed the previous resident strongman of the ninth level of Minghun, and became famous under the code name of One-eyed Demon Lord.

His left eye has no pupil and is completely black. In the poster, his mountain-like body is stained with blood and looks ferocious.
This processed image seemed to overlap with a figure in Jiang Qiu's mind. He frowned and asked, "Does it look like Teacher Wu Shan?"

Half a year ago, the teacher resigned from No. 8 Middle School, saying that he came to the Northern Wasteland to earn money to treat his injuries. How did he end up in the Arena? !

"Binglian, go back to Xiaguo Hotel first. I have something to do at the arena."

Jiang Qiu patted Binglian's shoulder and strode towards the arena. Strands of warmth flowed out from his chest and his cheeks were hot.

The North City Arena is known for its brutality and bloodshed, relying on life-and-death fights to make huge profits, and can be said to be the economic pillar of the Bailey family.

A life-and-death fight often ends with the death of one party.

How could Master Wu Shan face off against Sang Dao's Dharma Realm genius? !
After buying an outer ticket for 100,000 Xia coins, Jiang Qiu walked quickly along the inner path towards the center of the arena, his heart pounding.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Is this the talented warrior from Kuangdao? What a sharp swordsmanship!"

"Cut him! Cut him! Cut him! His hands can heal even if they are not cut!"

Roars of catharsis poured into the aisle from the inner window. At a glance, the large battle area that looked like the ancient Roman Colosseum was covered by an invisible barrier. Two ant-sized figures were fighting each other, and the audience was cheering and spitting!
Jiang Qiu stopped and rushed to the window, staring at the man in the middle of the field with his eyes wide open, "It's really Teacher Wu Shan!"

His heart stopped and he ran towards the entrance of the outer auditorium, clenching his fists, thoughts roaring in his mind like thunder.

Teacher Wu Shan's strength could not compare to that so-called genius from Sangdao. He was just passively attacked and recovered by relying on his own spiritual charm and special abilities.

This is purely a one-sided prank by the genius Kuwashima. He is here to try it out!

Tapping.

He ran into the outermost auditorium, leaned on the railing, and looked over tens of thousands of people to the enlarged projection screen above the venue.

Wu Shan half-knelt on the ground, his bony arms grasping the spear, and glared at Sakai Zen'e who was holding a knife not far away. His voice spread and echoed throughout the venue: "It's just a minor injury!"

"Are you still being stubborn? The warriors of Xia Country are really stubborn and weak."

Sakai Zen'e raised his chin and slashed with his sword. Wu Shan glared with his right eye and blocked with his spear. With a crisp clang, he was slashed back five meters, his arms trembling and blood oozing from the wounds.

"With your useless qualifications, if it weren't for some chance, strong healing ability, and my interest, you would never be qualified to fight me in your life." Sakai Zenwei shook his head and raised the samurai sword in his hand high: "Take another blow from me. If you are not dead, go and claim the battle reward."

hum.

The blade hums softly, and murderous intent opens the sky.

At that moment, Wu Shan's right eye reflected the shadow of a knife that was chopped vertically. His hot back felt as if invaded by a cold wave, and the sense of death penetrated his heart.

He tried his best to lift the gun in his hand, and anger surged in his heart.

He lived an ordinary life. He was admitted to Northwest Wushu University by relying on his qualifications which were slightly better than those of the people around him. After joining the Wuzhan Team, he inherited the position of captain. He finally got a mission to enter a secret realm. However, due to the conspiracy of the warriors from Sangdao, his entire army was wiped out and he was the only one left who was cursed.

I have never lived a life of high spirits, and should have spent the rest of my life trying to survive for the huge sum of money I needed to recover from my injuries. But the appearance of Jiang Qiu made my despised life valuable again.

Now that I have come to the Northern Border City, I must not embarrass my former comrades because of my incompetence. I will kill as many Sang Island warriors as there are in this arena. I have saved ten lives, so it is not a loss!
Wu Shan widened his right eye, picked up the scarred gun barrel, and looked straight into Sakai Zen'e's cold and ruthless eyes.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the blade was as powerful as a bamboo breaking through. With a click, it cut off the gun barrel and continued to chop towards Wu Shan's ferocious face.

boom--

Suddenly, a crisp sound like a broken lens came from above his head, and an inexplicable murderous intent rushed from the audience seats. Sakai Yoshie just frowned.

boom!
The shadow of a flaming blue dragon wrapped a man with a gun and fell from the sky, landing directly in front of Wu Shan. The hard floor collapsed by three points, and the force pushed back Sakai Yoshie.

At that moment, the audience's exclamations paused for a moment, and then a climax of shouting came: "Wow, this is great, the tickets are worth buying, and there is even a show with outsiders!"

"He looks like a Xia countryman, and quite young. Could he be the number one genius in the Dharma Realm who is coming from Xia country to take the golden token?"

"Look carefully, this is a gun, not a sword!"

Amid the roar, the venue manager slapped his thigh and stood up, sweating profusely: "We haven't arranged any scenes with outsiders today!"

While he asked his men to maintain basic order, he hurriedly called his superiors to confirm the news and reported it in a sweat.

An old man with a mustache sitting in the innermost circle hugged his chest, with a cold look in his eyes: "Where did you come from, kid? You want to save someone from Sakai Zen'e?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on the field, and the broken barrier healed again.

Wu Shan saw Jiang Qiu holding a gun. His pupils widened and his mouth opened and closed in astonishment: "Jiang... Jiang Qiu?"

Wasn’t it said that all the students in the rookie competition were killed by the atavistic demon Feng Li? Even the two Dharma Realm mentors died in the battle!

Jiang Qiu is still alive?

Moreover, he was able to break through the barrier and break in, which means he has already reached the Dharma Realm!

The deep shock hit Wu Shan's chest like a heavy hammer. He swallowed his saliva whole, and climbed up with his left hand trembling with scars, holding the gun: "You..."

My mind was filled with so many mixed thoughts that I couldn't utter a single clear word.

"You want to save him?" Sakai Zen'e casually took out a black rag to wipe the blood off the knife, his eyes reddened on his pale face: "I heard that if you forcibly intervene in the fight at the North Border City Arena, you will have to fight a life-and-death battle for others.

So you're going to fight me?"

"Why not?"

Jiang Qiu had sharp eyes, an upright posture, and the tip of his gun was shining coldly.

If it weren't for Teacher Wu Shan's suggestion to refine high-level Suxiang, there would be no [Source of the Demon King], and he would not have been able to cast the Nine-Segment Jade Tendon in Tianxin Palace during the college entrance examination and survive.

This kindness is enough to save my life.

What's wrong with fighting a life-and-death battle?
Moreover, the warriors of Sang Island are no longer worthy of being counted as human beings. Sang Island has already fallen. How many evil things have they done to survive in the demon territory?
The two major eastern provinces defend Sang Island every year, and countless people have died in the battle!
(End of this chapter)