The tiger-headed youth’s pupils shrank. He stared at Li Feng in disbelief. No matter how hard he thought, he never imagined Li Feng would actually overdraw credit at the Ancient Martial Artists Association using an invitation letter. Since when did the association have such a rule?
His gaze shifted to the old man. The tiger-headed youth asked, “I want to know what’s going on here.”
“A guest’s secrets are not convenient to reveal,” the old man replied calmly, a glint flashing across his eyes.
“You…” The tiger-headed youth flew into a rage, yet he could do nothing against the old man. He dared not offend anyone from the Ancient Martial Artists Association.
“I say, have you sent your subordinate down yet? I don’t have that much time to wait around here,” Li Feng said with a cold laugh.
“Good, very good.” The tiger-headed youth gnashed his teeth as he glared at Li Feng and growled, “I hope you live to see tomorrow.”
“That’s not something you need to worry about,” Li Feng replied with another cold laugh, then turned and walked towards the arena.
The tiger-headed youth stared at Li Feng’s retreating back with icy eyes. He gave a signal to the man wearing the Grim Reaper mask behind him, murderous intent shining in his gaze.
“I want him dead.”
“Rest assured, he will definitely die today,” the man in the Grim Reaper mask answered with a cold laugh.
Watching everyone leave, the old man behind the counter muttered to himself, “A golden invitation letter, why is there suddenly an extra golden invitation letter? What is going on?”
With that, the old man took out a special phone and reported the matter upwards.
Less than a minute later, a message appeared on his phone. The old man glanced at it, his expression changed slightly, and a sharp glint flashed through his eyes.
“You’re saying those two are gambling again?”
The fox youth, having received the old man’s report, showed a trace of surprise in his eyes.
“Yes, the news just came from the arena,” the old man nodded.
“Let’s go and watch,” the fox youth said quickly. If it were anyone else gambling, he would have no interest at all, but Li Feng was different. Li Feng not only possessed Foundation Pills and thousand-year ice dew, he also held a golden invitation letter that granted access to an auction box. This was no ordinary person.
More importantly, he wanted the Foundation Pills and thousand-year ice dew on Li Feng. The key was to understand his opponent first; only then could he tailor the right approach.
“What are they betting?” That was what the fox youth cared about most. If Li Feng died, the thousand-year ice dew would fall into someone else’s hands, and he would have to find another way to obtain it.
“That Shura put up a Foundation Pill, a Heavenly Essence Spirit Fruit, and a Wind-Thunder Array Talisman,” the old man answered.
“A Foundation Pill, a Heavenly Essence Spirit Fruit, and a Wind-Thunder Array Talisman? So many treasures. What did his opponent put up?” Shock flashed through the fox youth’s eyes. Each of those three items was priceless. Putting up three at once for a bet made him extremely curious about what Li Feng’s opponent had offered.
At the same time, the fox youth breathed a sigh of relief. At least the thousand-year ice dew was not part of the wager. If the person calling himself Shura died, he would find a way, no matter what it took, to get hold of the thousand-year ice dew.
“One spirit stone and one spiritual weapon,” the old man replied.
“What?” The fox youth stopped in his tracks, stared at Li Feng in disbelief, and said heavily, “You’re saying one spirit stone and one spiritual weapon?”
“Yes, one low-grade spirit stone and a first-grade spiritual weapon,” the old man confirmed with a nod.
“One low-grade spirit stone and a first-grade spiritual weapon. That person is truly generous. Even combined, the Foundation Pill, Heavenly Essence Spirit Fruit, and Wind-Thunder Array Talisman aren’t worth one low-grade spirit stone, yet he still threw in a spiritual weapon,” the fox youth sneered.
“I think either that person was afraid Shura wouldn’t accept the bet, or he simply doesn’t know the value of spirit stones, or he is absolutely confident of victory,” the old man speculated.
“Whatever the reason, we’ll know once we watch. I’m very curious to see what kind of dragon-and-tiger fight this will be,” the fox youth said, a sharp glint in his eyes. If earlier he had only been interested in Li Feng, now that spirit stones and a spiritual weapon had appeared, his goal had changed.
Spirit stones and spiritual weapons were rarer than anything in this era. He had only heard of them, never seen them. Even the elders of his family did not necessarily possess such things.
On the arena stage, Li Feng and the man in the Grim Reaper mask stood about a dozen metres apart. The masked man looked at Li Feng and sneered, “Shura? Remember, the one who kills you is Lin Dingye.”
“Your real name?” Li Feng’s pupils contracted. He had not expected Lin Dingye to reveal his true name.
“Everyone who dies by my hand learns my name,” Lin Dingye laughed coldly. In his view, Li Feng was certain to die today, so revealing his name meant nothing.
“Is that so? Lin Dingye, the only one dying today will be you. What a pity to waste your life,” Li Feng replied with a cold laugh, his gaze turning icy.
“Hahaha, that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard. Boy, your biggest mistake was agreeing to this gamble. Today I will make sure you die without a burial place.” Lin Dingye burst into loud laughter. As he laughed, cold and murderous intent merged around him, forming powerful gusts that shot outwards, compressing the air and producing piercing sonic booms.
He had taken money to eliminate a problem. He was here today because the tiger-headed youth had hired him to kill Li Feng, so no matter what, Li Feng had to die.
Li Feng looked up at Lin Dingye and sneered, “We’ll soon find out who dies without a burial place.”
“Fight! Kill him!”
“Kill him!”
“Go Shura!”
The crowd beneath the stage roared. Many recognised the Shura who had gambled earlier and hurriedly placed new bets. Li Feng’s odds dropped from one-to-two to one-to-one.
Hearing Li Feng’s words only thickened the killing intent radiating from Lin Dingye. He grinned ferociously and said, “Kid, I didn’t expect you to still have the guts to say that. You think you can beat me? Let me tell you, it’s impossible.”
Clang!
As soon as the words left his mouth, Lin Dingye drew his sword. Terrifying momentum exploded from his body. In that instant, he seemed to transform into a drawn blade, sharp, domineering, terrifying, unstoppable.
“Acquired Realm eighth layer?” The moment Li Feng sensed Lin Dingye’s aura, his pupils contracted. He had known the opponent the tiger-headed youth found would not be simple, but he had never expected an Acquired Realm eighth-layer ancient martial artist.
At this moment, Li Feng finally understood why the tiger-headed youth was willing to wager a spirit stone and spiritual weapon. At just over twenty years old, no one his age should be able to handle an eighth-layer expert.
However…
Li Feng gave a cold laugh. The tiger-headed youth probably never imagined that his own strength had already reached the Acquired Realm eighth layer. Trying to use an eighth-layer ancient martial artist against him was nothing but wishful thinking.
“Wait, something’s wrong.” Li Feng’s expression suddenly changed as he stared at Lin Dingye.
At that moment, Lin Dingye’s aura was still rising.
“Acquired Realm eighth-layer peak?” Li Feng’s face grew solemn. He could deal with ordinary eighth-layer warriors, but that did not mean he could handle an eighth-layer peak warrior. With his current strength, he could manage an early eighth-layer opponent, but an eighth-layer peak warrior, whose power was infinitely close to the ninth layer, was beyond him.
Now he understood where Lin Dingye’s confidence came from. This strength indeed gave him reason to be arrogant.
“Good eyes,” Lin Dingye said, a glint flashing across his eyes. He had not expected Li Feng to see through his cultivation at a glance, but so what? Recognising it would only increase his fear.
“Brother, what do we do?” Down below the stage, Ge Ying’s face paled when she sensed Lin Dingye’s eighth-layer strength. Back in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, Li Feng had only been around the fourth layer. Half a month had passed since then. No matter how gifted he was, fifth layer would already be the limit. How could fifth layer possibly contend with eighth-layer peak?
Ge Feng’s expression also changed. He had never anticipated this sudden development. Like Ge Ying, he did not believe Li Feng could match an eighth-layer peak opponent. But they had already left the stage. Unless Li Feng surrendered voluntarily, there was no turning back.
Yet would Li Feng ever surrender? Though they had not known him long, Ge Feng was certain he was not the type. But if he did not surrender, Li Feng could very likely be killed.
For a moment, Ge Feng panicked, unsure what to do. Li Feng was their friend. They absolutely did not want anything to happen to him, but in the Ancient Martial Artists Association’s arena, people of their status could change nothing.
“Don’t worry, the young master will be fine,” Zhong Shuhui said calmly from the side.
“Hm?” Ge Feng and Ge Ying looked at Zhong Shuhui in confusion, not understanding what she meant.
“Just watch,” Zhong Shuhui replied, a sharp glint in her eyes. Li Feng had killed eighth-layer warriors before. Although this opponent was eighth-layer peak, she believed Li Feng could still handle him. It was confidence, pure confidence in Li Feng.
“You’re saying the man wearing the Grim Reaper mask is eighth layer?” The fox youth, having just arrived at the arena, stared at Lin Dingye with bright eyes upon hearing the old man’s words.
“Yes, and eighth-layer peak,” the old man confirmed, sensing the aura and showing a glint of his own.
“Then that man is finished,” the fox youth said with a trace of regret. Against eighth-layer peak, how could Li Feng possibly win? He was doomed.
“Indeed, he’s finished,” the old man nodded without hesitation.
“Damn it,” the fox youth cursed inwardly. He had wanted to obtain the Foundation Pills and thousand-year ice dew from Li Feng, but now Li Feng was about to die.
“Young master, it seems we need to change our plan,” the old man said gravely. He too believed Li Feng stood no chance. Once Li Feng died, everything he owned would fall to the tiger-headed youth.
“Yes, the plan must change. There is nothing I want that I cannot obtain…” Before the fox youth could finish, his face filled with disbelief as he stared at the stage and cried out, “How is this possible? This is impossible…”
