Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"What did you say?"

"You want to sign up for the Emerald Arena, and even aim for the more difficult Bloodbath Road?!"

"Dude, you're not kidding, are you?!"

Upon hearing Lu Feng's words, not only did the middle-aged martial artist in his martial arts attire look surprised, but the crowd around him also began to discuss and debate.

After all, the other party not only had an ordinary appearance, but also had a relatively weak cultivation level, only around the fourth level of the Yuanhai Realm. In the territory of Jinling City, he could not be considered a master at all.

"Hey, did I hear that right? This kid's actually going to attempt the Blood Battle Path?"

"Not to mention that all the participants in the Emerald Arena are experts above the Yuanhai Realm, the difficulty of clearing the Bloodbath Path is unimaginable for ordinary people. Not only do you need to win eight consecutive matches, but there is also no chance to catch your breath in between. The slightest carelessness will result in death...!"

"Where do you think this clueless kid got the guts and courage?"

"Who knows! Maybe this kid's desperate for money and's thinking of taking a gamble to make a killing?"

"Heh, the Dragon Arena isn't so easy to take advantage of. In my opinion, this kid's actions are like a moth drawn to a flame, courting death!"

The surrounding crowd grew louder and louder, with most of them looking at Lu Feng with disdain, clearly not believing that he could successfully pass the Blood Battle Path.

"Fellow Daoist, is it possible that my actions are against the rules?"

Ignoring the criticisms and doubts of the people around him, Lu Feng remained calm and slightly cupped his hands in greeting.

"Ahem, that's not it!"

The middle-aged martial artist in tight-fitting clothes also coughed lightly, then explained unhurriedly, "In the Dragon Arena, anyone whose cultivation level is above the Yuanhai Realm but below the Xuan Gang Realm can register for the Emerald Arena and attempt the even more difficult Blood Battle Path, however..."

At this point, the middle-aged martial artist in tight-fitting clothes glanced at Lu Feng, whose face was resolute, and then changed the subject, saying, "The difficulty of the Blood Battle Path is not as simple as ordinary martial arts competitions. With your mere cultivation of the fourth level of the Yuanhai Realm, I'm afraid you will have difficulty passing it, and you might even lose your life for nothing..."

"Thank you for reminding me, but since it's in accordance with the rules, I'll have to trouble you then."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Lu Feng interrupted him, clearly indicating that his mind was made up and he had no intention of backing down.

"That kid, he's a hopeless case, impossible to reason with!!"

Seeing Lu Feng's reckless and fearless attitude, the middle-aged martial artist in tight-fitting clothes couldn't help but secretly complain. He stopped talking and instead ground ink and picked up his brush, asking, "Name, age, background...?"

"Duan Renzhi, twenty-two years old, a rogue cultivator outside Jinling City..."

Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Feng revealed the false identities he had prepared in advance.

"Alright! Go pay the registration fee. The competition will officially begin in a bit. The specific match schedule and opponents are listed above. Take your time to look at them!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged martial artist in tight-fitting clothes also wrote furiously, immediately producing a scroll of ink characters recording the number of matches and opponents, and then tossed it to Lu Feng.

Thank you.

He quickly reached out and took the scroll. Lu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned and left without looking back.

...

Meanwhile, in the heart of the Dragon Arena, inside the Dragon Slayer Hall

The lobby was not only spacious and grand, but also richly decorated. Even the ceiling was adorned with fist-sized, priceless luminous pearls, clearly indicating that this was no ordinary place.

"Second sister, I really don't understand! Why did you suddenly stop me?"

Looking up at the elegant and aloof woman in a yellow dress seated opposite him, Sikong Zhuixing said with some resentment, seemingly still seething with anger, "Back then, it was those scoundrels from Baixiaoge who swindled my money. Now, even if I were to injure a few of them, or even publicly destroy Baixiaoge's reputation, it would be perfectly reasonable for me...!"

"While what you said about idol worship has some merit, sometimes you can't just look at it that way..."

Faced with Sikong Zhuixing's complaints, the beautiful woman in the yellow dress shook her head slightly, her pretty face showing a hint of helplessness as she said, "Although the information about the Human Infant Mystic Spirit Fruit from before was incorrect, the day before we set off, the people from the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion had already sent word that the information might have changed and that we needed to investigate again..."

"But you were in a hurry and didn't want to wait any longer. You went alone into the monster's lair, intending to take that priceless Human Infant Mystic Spirit Fruit. So, our Dragon Arena isn't really in the right in this matter..."

The woman in the yellow dress maintained her cool and composed tone, clearly understanding the star-struck man before her. The latter, upon hearing this, scratched his head, a hint of embarrassment on his face, "Uh, well…!"

"Second sister, even if we're in the wrong, we can't just lose money like this...!"

"Besides, the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion in Jinling City is run by that guy Hundred Knowledge Scholar. You know how cunning and treacherous that guy is. Even my elder brother was almost tricked by him back then. How can our Dragon Arena possibly..."

"Your subordinate greets Your Majesty!"

Before Sikong Zhuixing could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sinister male voice from behind, and couldn't help but turn around to look.

The newcomer was obese with a fierce face, and his Yuan Qi aura was also quite impressive, reaching the third level of the Xuan Gang Realm. He was none other than Zhang Shunfei, one of the four top assassins under the Dragon Arena!

"Oh, it's you!"

Sikong Zhuixing paused for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips. "What? You want something from Second Sister?"

"Yes, Third Master!"

Zhang Shunfei bowed with the same gesture, his face showing humility, a stark contrast to his usual arrogant and domineering demeanor!

After all, the Sikong Zhuixing in front of him was no ordinary martial artist, but the founder of the Dragon Arena and the younger brother of Sikong Zhuiyang!

As for the beautiful woman in the yellow dress sitting opposite, she is no ordinary person. She is Sikong Zhuiyang's second sister, known in the martial arts world as "Red Flame Asura" Sikong Zhuiyue!

Not only does the opponent rule the entire Dragon Arena, but their strength is also unfathomable. Even Sikong Zhui Xing, who is standing to the side, has to obediently call her "sister"!

"Zhang Shunfei, have you finished the task your elder brother entrusted to you?"

Ignoring Sikong Zhuixing beside her, Sikong Zhuiyue slightly raised her beautiful eyes, her tone still calm as water, as if she were interrogating a prisoner, not tolerating a single lie.

"Reporting to Master! Although I haven't yet completed Boss Sikong's instructions, I have found a promising talent..."

Faced with Sikong Zhuiyue's question, Zhang Shunfei dared not be negligent in the slightest. He immediately bowed his head and said respectfully, "According to my investigation, although this person is a rogue cultivator, his strength is quite remarkable, and he is also quite young. He is truly a rare and promising talent..."

"In addition, in order to recruit this person into the Dragon Arena, my subordinates have already sent two silver-ranked assassins with gifts to visit him and explain their intentions. This matter should be almost certain!"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Sikong Zhuiyue narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, "Zhang Shunfei, who exactly is the person you're talking about...?"

"Lu, Feng!"

Slowly raising his head again, Zhang Shunfei spoke, each word deliberate and deliberate.