C21 I Want Three Battles
C21 I Want Three Battles
As the name implied, the auction was to collect some rare items and sell them. The highest bidder would have them. No one dared to speak up or offend the auction, because the owner of the auction was a member of the Northern Han Clan of the Azure Dragon Empire.
The auction was quiet and peaceful, while the martial arena was completely opposite to him. Every day, there would be more than ten battles of various sizes, and new corpses would be dragged out from this place.
The martial arena was definitely the most brutal place. If you reached the end of your life, then coming to the martial arena would be a new beginning. This was because every time you bet on a match, you would win a lot of wealth.
As for the warriors who didn't want to be left alone, they could come here, because here, you could win the reputation. When you reach the gold medal position in the Martial Hall, every family would give you an olive branch, and of course, you could choose to stay in the Martial Hall.
"Is this the Martial Arts Hall?"
In front of the luxurious building, three people came to the entrance. One of them had a tall and powerful figure while the other had a sword on his back. It was an imposing manner. The other one had an exceptionally alluring and graceful figure. They were none other than Feng Batian, Zhang Fan, and Ouyang Xian`er.
Feng Batian nodded slightly, turned his head to Zhang Fan and said, "You're sure?"
"I'm sure." Zhang Fan nodded his head firmly, his eyes filled with killing intent.
"Alright." Feng Ba Tian glanced at Ouyang Xian'er, who was biting her lips, and finally said: "Let's go then."
With that, Luo Feng and Batian led the way inside.
Lightly holding onto Ouyang Xian`er's trembling hands, he followed suit.
The moment he stepped through the door, he heard a hubbub of noise.
Zhang Fan's calm expression changed slightly as his body trembled slightly.
He wasn't afraid, but excited. Without a doubt, the chill in his bones was completely ignited, and the purple light in his eyes was like a burning flame.
Feng Ba Tian brought the two of them directly to a separate room. Knocking lightly on the door without any reaction, his brows furrowed slightly, Feng Ba Tian immediately pushed the door open and walked in.
Zhang Fan and Ouyang Xian`er also followed him inside, and when they arrived, their gazes fell on the right side of the gate.
There was a middle-aged man leaning inside, and a woman with a moving figure was sitting in his embrace. A large hand was moving up and down the woman's body.
"Ah!" When Ouyang Xian`er saw this, her face immediately flushed red and she lowered her head.
The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the three of them. His gaze swept over Ouyang Xian`er as his eyes narrowed, before moving again. His expression was one of surprise as a pair of black, murderous eyes stared at him.
When his final gaze landed on Feng Batian, his expression changed once more. His entire body trembled slightly as he patted the girl in his embrace and said, "You can leave first."
"Yes." The woman casted a charming glance at the man before she turned around and walked outside.
However, this Feng Batian was an accident. Feng Batian might appear to be the patriarch of a family on the surface, but he did know his true identity, and the most important thing was Feng Batian's strength. Taking a deep breath, he changed his expression, "Is there something that Patriarch Feng wants to talk to me about?"
The middle-aged man's humble demeanor caused Zhang Fan to be surprised.
"Register for Martial Hall." Feng Batian's expression was cold and his voice was calm.
"Sign up!" The man was stunned. If Feng Batian had participated, then none of the people who had signed up for the Martial Competition Hall would be a match for him. This would cause the entire Martial Competition Hall to lose its balance.
'Could it be that Feng Batian felt too comfortable and was looking for excitement? But it shouldn't be necessary to look for it, right? '
A bitter smile appeared on his face because even the strongest existence in the Martial Hall was only a rank seven Martial King.
The man's expression was naturally seen by Feng Batian. He directly said: "It's not me, it's my son."
"Uhh …" The man was stunned. His gaze landed on Zhang Fan with a strange expression. He knew that Feng Batian's son was trash, right? Feng Batian sending a trash into the battle was pushing his son into a fire pit. One must know that in this sofa area, even a slight mistake could lead to the death of his son.
"Why can't I?" Feng Batian frowned, sizing up the man with his fierce eyes.
The man's heart trembled. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Yes, of course you can. But has the head of the Feng family decided? Your son is a bit too weak, so our place is extremely dangerous …"
"Hmph." Feng Batian snorted coldly. With a cold look in his eyes, he said: "No one can change my decision."
"Yes, yes." The man smiled bitterly. "Then when are we going to sign up?"
"Now." Feng Batian paused for a moment, and directly said: "It would be best if we could arrange a battle today."
"Sure, but where is your son?" The man nodded and asked in confusion.
"I am." Zhang Fan walked out at this moment, his black eyes falling on the man's body.
This man was the trash, Feng Ling. He really couldn't imagine it, but the killing intent in his black eyes was not something that came from nowhere. He must have experienced countless battles to gain something like this.
At this time, he really wanted to kill the person who found out that his son was trash. How was this trash? It was obvious that he was a young man with low talent.
However, he also took a deep breath. He had originally planned to make the arrangements, but now it was obviously unnecessary.
"Do you know the rules of the Martial Hall?" The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Fan with interest as he asked.
"Got it." Zhang Fan lightly nodded his head, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile. "Then there is no rule."
The middle-aged man trembled slightly, and Zhang Fan's simple words caused him to feel a sense of bloodlust. The difference between Zhang Fan's current appearance and his own understanding of it was too great, causing him to freeze momentarily. After a long time, he said, "Let me explain the rules to you. In order to level up, one had to go through ten battles. The preliminaries were very simple. If one won a match, they could be promoted to a yellow card martial artist. In addition, each martial artist can participate in the tournament up to three times a day. Each time they win, they will receive a corresponding reward.
"No, arrange a match for me." As Zhang Fan said this, his face revealed a trace of urgency.
The middle-aged man was slightly shocked. At this moment, he had a feeling that perhaps Feng Batian didn't ask him to come here, but rather that he took the initiative to ask for it.
Nodding heavily, the middle-aged man said, "Please wait here for a moment, I'll go and arrange it now."
With that, the middle-aged man looked towards Feng Batian, slightly nodded his head, and then walked out.
Feng Batian's eyes fell on Zhang Fan and said, "I've confirmed my last chance."
"There's no other choice." Zhang Fan smiled and looked at Feng Batian, "If we don't fight now, there won't be any cowards in the Feng Clan."
Feng Batian nodded his head, gently patted Zhang Fan's shoulder, and said: "That's right, the Feng Clan will not be a coward."
When he said that, Feng Batian felt like he was talking to himself again.
After around 20 minutes, the middle-aged man came back. He looked at Feng Batian and said: "Master Feng, please come with me." With that, he walked out.
Feng Batian nodded and led Zhang Fan and Ouyang Xian`er outside.
At this moment, the expression on Ouyang Xian`er's face was a little nervous, and her heart was tightened.
Perhaps he could sense Ouyang Xian`er's emotions, Zhang Fan couldn't help but hold her small hand and look at her with a reassured expression.
As the distance between them got closer and closer, the clamor got louder. Zhang Fan's heart started beating even faster, and the blood in his bones once again ignited.
When he followed the man out of an iron gate, his field of vision immediately widened. The first thing that entered his vision was a circular formation that wrapped up a huge field. The seats were filled with people. The clamoring noise came from these people.
Zhang Fan's gaze once again fell onto the center of the huge arena. There was a huge round table there, and two men were currently standing on it, engaged in close combat. The entire arena was filled with blood types and intense battles.
It was a resplendent energy beam, a strange Martial Spirit.
Zhang Fan's fists automatically clenched, and a thick battle intent shot out from his eyes.
"Go for the next match." At this moment, the middle-aged man's gaze landed on Zhang Fan as he directly said this.
Nodding, Zhang Fan continued, "Today, I want to go through three battles." Saying this, his gaze once again fell onto the battlefield.
On the circular platform, one of the men's body was obviously unable to endure any longer. The violent energy on his body also weakened.
"Go to hell." An explosive shout rang. The huge blade in the other man's hand shot out a dazzling light, and the sound of the man falling to the ground rang out. His body turned soft, and he directly stabbed into the man's body.
"Alright …" The surrounding people burst into cheers while cursing inwardly.
Zhang Fan's body trembled. This was the feeling he got.
"Let's go." The middle-aged man looked towards Feng Batian and walked towards a certain direction.
The middle-aged man first arranged a seat for Feng Batian and Ouyang Xian`er, and then brought Zhang Fan to a dimly lit hall.
There were a lot of people in the hall. There were people gently stroking their sabers, sitting upright and quietly. The atmosphere was very strange, and there was even a hint of bloodlust in the air.