The loud shouts, the dull sound of heavy objects crashing, and the occasional howls and roars, mixed with the smell of blood in the air, create a shocking and brutal picture.

Here, it's the "Blackstone Cage".

A huge arena with a solid ground of iron and stone, surrounded by an impregnable iron cage made of special metal, with seals set up with runes to ensure that the creatures inside the cage cannot escape.

The entire arena was surrounded by hundreds of seats, and it was crowded with emotional spectators, shouting uncontrollably for the fight on the field.

Above these seats, there are 20 separate private rooms for guests who want to have a good viewing experience.

This "Blackstone Cage" appeared in the trading area a long time ago, and the identity of its owner has always been a mystery, and everyone only knows that this blackstone cage is located in various trading areas of the Overworld, which is enough to see how terrifying the owner of this private property is.

To ensure that there are enough battles to attract guests every day, the Blackstone Cage operators have set up quite tempting conditions - every time you win a fight, you will receive 5% of the spectator bet for that round, and if you manage to kill your opponent before they beg for mercy, the reward will be increased to 10%!

You know, a popular contestant may be able to attract more than 60% of the audience's betting, and these people who spend money to watch the fight are often generous, so a round of betting can reach at least tens of thousands of dimensional points or equivalent worth of property, converted into a percentage, is at least thousands of dimensional points of income!

What is this concept? For a detached person, a difficult level task takes a long time, goes through several crises, and consumes a lot of effort, and the final harvest may only stay at about a few thousand dimensional points, and at this time, it only takes a few fights to achieve the same benefit, how can this not be exciting?

However, in order not to deter the contestants from the extremely high mortality rate, this blackstone cage also has a "peaceful competition", which is the so-called point-and-stop battle, and the opponent cannot be deliberately killed.

Of course, the benefits of peaceful competition are only one-third of that of death competition, but because of its greatly improved safety factor, it also makes the participants endless.

At this time, a peaceful competition was going on on the field.

On one side of the two sides involved in the fight, there was a shirtless man with two long knives, his body was burly, his muscles were strong, and the long knives in his hands were also strange in shape, looking very hideous.

On the other hand, there is no frost.

Ya Wushuang, who was carrying a long sword, had a calm face, but from the appearance alone, he was obviously much inferior to the other party, and he didn't have the cruel and ruthless taste that the audience valued, so there were not many people who supported Ya Wushuang.

Above the cage, a stocky man in a gold-silk robe is standing on a levitating platform, using a special amplification device to give an impassioned commentary:

"We can see that the sword king Luo Yong is already ready to go, his internal strength is strong and irritable, circulating and galloping in the meridians of his body, making his qi and blood as wild as a galloping horse, just standing in place exudes a terrifying momentum, shocking the opponent's face bloodless, almost throwing away his armor and kneeling down to beg for mercy!"

With this extremely biased commentary, Luo Yong, who was known as the "Sword King", also roared in the sky, which caused the audience outside to be even more emotional.

Ya Wushuang was also quite unhappy with the eccentricity of this explanation, and said in a low voice:

"Is holding two knives the king of swords? I was bloodless when I didn't do anything, and I almost knelt down and begged for mercy, which is a little too miserable......"

The short and fat man looked at Ya Wushuang again, and the content of the commentary immediately became not so friendly:

"On this side is our newcomer - 'Rain Sword' is frostless. Although it was the first time he came to the Blackstone Cage, he seemed to be very confident, and he seemed to be at ease, so it seemed that he should also be a good hand! ”

Ya Wushuang glanced at the sky:

"Didn't you just say that I was about to lose my armor? I'm at ease now? ”

For Ya Wushuang, who has never shown his strength, the audience is not enthusiastic, and the occasional cheers also come from people who want to bet on luck and bet on him.

Sighing, Ya Wushuang waved the sword in his hand, making the blue shimmer on the sword shine even more, and the surrounding air was inexplicably cold and moist:

"Originally, I wanted to experience more of the fighting style of this Huaxing's martial artist, but since you have blown him like this, I am a little reluctant not to ...... if you don't make a little ruthless move."

Luo Yong, who was on the other side, was also vaguely aware of the crisis, and his expression became a little more solemn, but his confidence in his own strength made him not retreat, but his fighting spirit was high, and he even shouted provocatively to Ya Wushuang:

"New here! Get some of your skills! ”

Seeing this, the tall short and fat man said excitedly:

"The Sword King was the first to let out a roar of battle! Although he didn't make a move, the murderous aura had already arrived, and the brutal coercion formed after a long time of life and death had swept out like a storm, so shocked that Yujian didn't dare to make a sound, and directly froze in place! ”

Ya Wushuang couldn't help but complain about his desire to complain:

"Am I scared when I don't speak?"

In the audience, Lan Tian also laughed out loud when he listened to the words of the short and fat commentator, and seemed extremely happy:

"Well said! Give this kid a little bit of awesomeness! Let him suffer a little! ”

Ya Wushuang naturally saw Lan Tian, who was trying to cheer for the Sword King, and he heard the latter's words clearly, and couldn't help but turn dark:

"Is this really my teammate......"

The Sword King didn't know what Ya Wushuang was thinking, but he directly activated the surging internal force, mustered up all his strength and rushed forward, waving the two long knives, making a burst of sound of breaking through the air, wanting to defeat Ya Wushuang directly with his powerful strength and swift speed.

Carefully observing the other party's movements, Ya Wushuang was a little disappointed:

"An opponent of this level...... I thought there would be some kind of tough opponent or something......"

As a native of Dong Huaxing, this sword king has been practicing martial arts for many years, and has an extremely good strength, and the data strength of his body is also close to an average of 6 units, and he is even about to reach the same level as the cold cavalry guards of King Du's mansion, so he has to be said to be a master.

However, this is obviously not enough in front of Ya Wushuang. Let's not talk about the "aura" used by Ya Wushuang is an attack method that he has never seen before, let's talk about the strength of the data, Ya Wushuang can already crush him.

Ya Wushuang, who lost interest, shook his head, thinking that he couldn't accumulate any fighting experience in this opponent, so his body flashed directly, like a blue wind, and he staggered past Luo Yong in a few steps, looking elegant and agile, making everyone watching the battle stunned.

The narrator also did not react:

"This ...... The speed of the rain sword is too amazing, just a breath to have a fight with the sword king, looking at the movement of his body, like a dancer in the wind, with a violent aesthetic in the agility, it is really surprising, I don't know if the sword king can-"

Before the words fell, Luo Yong, who still maintained a forward posture, fell forward to the ground, and the double knives in his hands also fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Bang......

Luo Yong's body rolled on the ground a few times before finally stopping its momentum.

Not only the narrator, but even the audience who had been shouting all this time fell silent, as if they were shocked by the scene in front of them.

Ya Wushuang calmly returned the long sword in his hand to the sheath, and then looked at the fat man in the sky and explained:

"Need I remind you? He fell. ”

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