C634 No One Dares to Fight No One Dares to Fight!
C634 No One Dares to Fight No One Dares to Fight!
Dian Feng felt that Yaksha was miserable just by looking at it!
Dian Feng felt that maybe he had suffered some sort of backlash when he was young, and from then on, he was this ruthless!
But it had to be said that this ruthlessness had enough deterrence power, scaring more than ten thousand people. Even the divine treasures and spiritual altar began to suck in a deep breath of cold air. Killing people like this was truly unusual!
The greedy eyes of these people became clear, and then they shrunk back.
They gradually calmed down. Regarding this gamble, everyone suddenly began to think. What was the point?
There was no answer, or perhaps the only answer, because of the fortune they had staked on him!
On the stage, the people from Colosseum began to move the corpses and then clean up the blood and filth. Finally, he sprayed some special medicinal liquid onto it, suppressing the stench of blood.
As for Yaksha, it attracted everyone's attention. Dian Feng sat on the ground to rest, and almost no one noticed him.
The Blood Divine Fruit and the bowl of tea had greatly improved Dian Feng's vitality, especially in the area of recovery of injuries and blood aura, he was stronger than before!
No one knew that Dian Feng was a Body Cultivator.
The reason why the sword beneath his ribs was pierced through was because of Dian Feng's intentional. If not, when his physique was exposed, many people would think that the "Wind God" and the "Dian Feng" were related, and it would be useless to hide it!
Following the gradual disappearance of the numbness from his body, the wound below Dian Feng's ribs was completely healed. Using the Divine Consciousness to observe, he did not even see the wound!
Of course, in the eyes of others, Dian Feng's injuries were still there, because the blood had not been wiped away, and no one could see what was happening underneath the clothes.
Dian Feng gradually recovered his strength. After resting for a long time, the blood in his body was no longer boiling.
When he glanced at the audience again, Dian Feng's face revealed a playful smile, but he did not reveal a strong attitude, he was still sitting on the ground with his hands on the Stellar Iron Sword.
In the eyes of outsiders, the Wind God was still weak. He was injured, and his wounds could not heal so quickly. After all, he was not Divine Buddhist Cultivator.
Dian Feng's act of weakness had indeed intimidated people.
When the corpses on the stage were cleaned up by the people from Colosseum, Dian Feng stood up shakily, a look of determination flashed across his pale face as he pointed his sword towards the audience seating area.
"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge us?" Dian Feng's voice was not filled with vigor, but it was still filled with grandeur.
This voice caused everyone to shift their gazes from the miserably snorting Yaksha back onto Dian Feng.
"It's the eighth round. Who's going up this time?" Amongst the crowd, the one who had said this was slightly hesitant. It was obvious that he did not want to enter the arena.
"He really was careless for letting him rest for so long. However, the corpses in the arena should be cleaned up ?"
At that time, everyone thought that he was at the end of his tether. But he still managed to kill two rounds of enemies. Although it felt like he was losing all his strength, his sword was still strong. His sword could still cut a cultivator's head in half!
No one dared to go up. They looked at each other, and although the tens of thousands of people were a little unwilling, no one wanted to go up and throw their lives away.
After calming down, these people were not stupid. No one dared to stir them up again. The result of this silence was that the more they thought about it, the more they felt that it was not worth it.
In order to obtain the ten times compensation, how many people died at the hands of the Wind God?
He should not be called the Wind God, but should be called the God of Slaughter!
No one knew how much strength Feng Shen still had, but he must have recovered a bit more from the end of the seventh round of battles!
For those who entered the eighth round, they would surely die. Even if they won, the opportunity would only be after the tenth round.
But in these two rounds, who would be willing to use their own lives as consumables in exchange for someone else's bliss?
If he lost his life and someone else became a tycoon, this would be helping others!
Yaksha's encouragement was very effective, because at that time, the Wind God had yet to show his strength. The most terrifying part of the proposal was enough for most people to turn green with envy!
Now that he thought about it, those people who had charged up were all idiots!
"Ten times the bet, are we going to give up just like that? I am still a little unwilling! " Some people gritted their teeth as they stared at the crumbling Dian Feng on the stage, thinking that they might have a chance to kill him!
"The Wind God isn't invulnerable to swords and spears. Didn't someone just stab him with a sword? We can do it as well ? "Right?" This unconfident tone made the gamblers even more hesitant.
A total of seven rounds, with thirty people dying in the first round. A total of three hundred and thirty people died at the hands of Feng Shen. However, there was only one person that had stabbed his sword!
If this continued, how many lives would he have to pay in order to kill Feng Shen?
"Forget it, I'll give up. I don't have much of a bet anyways, so just treat it as losing it!" Someone thought for a bit, then angrily stood up from the audience to leave, walking out of the Colosseum.
He had already lost all his spirit stones. Although it wasn't much, he no longer had any more on him, so he couldn't participate in the gambling house anymore. Could he just sit here and watch the rest of the battle?
"F * ck, how depressing! That's ten times the price to pay!"
"F * ck, a gamble, laozi is going up to challenge him, who's going with laozi?!" Suddenly, a burly man with a cold expression shouted at the crowd and called for his companions.
Immediately, many people revealed looks of pleasant surprise. They did not expect to see another fool throw away his life!
No one tried to dissuade him. In fact, they couldn't wait for someone to exhaust the wind god's strength until he couldn't even lift his sword!
"Oh?" The corner of Dian Feng's eyes twitched as he looked at the big sized man with interest. However, the people in the audience seats had disappointed him.
"Phew ?"
A gust of cold night wind blew past. It was unknown where it came from, but the leaves swirled in the air before falling to the ground.
The scene was extremely cold and awkward!
The man twisted his neck to look around. Some people cheered him on, but most of them were mocking and smiling.
No one answered!
"Hey, is there really no one to accompany laozi?" The big guy was rough all over, the flesh and blood on his face looked like he was someone who was licking the blood on his blade.
The big man felt embarrassed. He felt very embarrassed, so he looked at the people around him with a threatening gaze.
"You, follow me to the arena!" The big man dragged a person beside him and threatened him!
There was a moment of fear on that person's face, but it instantly turned into cold laughter and ridicule as he said: "Idiot, this is Colosseum, not the Great Desolation that you bandits run amok in. You better let go of me."
The big man angrily blew at his beard, he grabbed the scholarly cultivator in front of him and shouted: "What did you say to me?"
Puff!
However, in the blink of an eye, the big man's eyes froze, a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
A shining flying knife penetrated his skull and cut his spiritual altar into pieces. Then, it spiralled back into the God Treasure's hand, which was in front of the yaksha, where it was being executed.
The big guy fell to the ground with a thud, dying with grievance. He had forgotten that this was the Colosseum of the Lan Family and that it was a threat to the safety of the other spectators.