It was past noon, and the two of them had nothing to do, so they decided to go to the famous Holy Capital Arena to pass the afternoon. Although the strength of the two is already good, they are not arrogant. Everyone has their own unique way of fighting, and seeing how others react to the enemy is also of great benefit to their own actual combat.

After paying ten gold crystals, the two of them came to a place in the front position. This arena formed by the Holy Star Empire is relatively cheap for those who enter the arena to watch the battle. Although the circular arena allows all spectators to see the game, some of the details need to be experienced up close.

In the first few games, the strength was a little unbearable, and looking at the posture, it was at most about the sixth order. However, when the two of them were tired of leaving, a young man with a black rapier stepped onto the competitive platform, and his unique temperament also made Bing Xuan and the two decide to watch the battle again.

This young man, about eighteen years old, had long dark blue hair tied into a bun, and the clothes on his body were completely dressed as a martial artist, very light. But from his standing posture, it can be seen that he seems to have experienced many battles of life and death, and his slightly childish face has a pair of murderous eyes.

Although the man is not very old, his strength is indeed extraordinary, especially the skills of actual combat, and he never wastes a trace of his strength. He easily defeated several challengers around the sixth order. Bing Xuan could see that the man did not try his best, and he still had reservations, which aroused Bing Xuan's interest in continuing to watch.

"This kid is a bit hidden. Bing Xuan said softly to Qiu Die beside him.

"From the point of view of his strength, at most he is the ability of a seventh-order martial artist, but his fighting style is very special, there are no fancy movements, there is no waste in attacking, and it is completely a one-move way to defeat the enemy. Autumn Butterfly observed carefully.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a broadsword on his back stepped onto the competition platform, he reported that his strength was an eighth-order martial artist, hoping that the young man opposite could take the initiative to admit defeat. However, the kid didn't have the slightest sense of nervousness, as if he was facing only one of his prey, and his eyes showed a trace of greed and murder.

The two didn't say too much and started the battle directly. That kid's attack was very sharp, and he attacked the enemy's vital points, but he had a feeling of taking the lead in the first move. Although the eighth-order martial artist has a profound background, he can't completely explode, like a strong man with five big and three thick, wearing a petite woman's clothes, bound by his hands and feet.

The kid fought more and more, and the black thin sword in his hand bloomed with a black sword light under the infusion of battle qi. In the sword mang, it seems to have corrosive properties, and when the weapons of the eighth-order martial artists collide with it, a trace of white gas will come out.

Obviously his strength is not as good as his own, but he has been pressed and beaten, and at this moment, the eighth-order martial artist is completely angry. He roared angrily, swinging his sword and shaking away the stabbing black thin sword, and on his left arm, the battle aura burst out, ready to give the other party a hard fight.

The weapons of both sides slammed slightly, and the kid's stamina was insufficient, and the thin sword wanted to fly away. In desperation, he twisted his waist, unloaded the great force on the thin sword, and swept his left leg in an arc towards the opponent's chest. And at this time, the left arm of the eighth-order martial artist who was ready to attack also bombarded and attacked the kid's back.

After a short fight, the eighth-order martial artist took two steps back one after another, his face flushed, but fortunately, he always resisted the opponent's kick. The Rapier Boy's luck was not too good, and his body flew to the edge of the platform like a kite with a broken string. "Poof" fell to the ground, and then raised his head and spit out a stream of blood, fortunately he nodded on the opponent's chest in time to borrow strength, otherwise he would have been seriously injured.

The thin sword boy slowly stood up, but did not admit defeat. With a wave of his right hand, the thin sword in his hand made a buzzing sound. Seeing that he was still holding on, the eighth-order martial artist held his broadsword in both hands, and with a loud roar, he rushed towards the other party.

The Rapier Boy clenched his teeth and endured the pain, but his eyes were unusually calm as he watched the other party rush towards him. Suddenly, he let out a loud cry, and then his figure flashed, and he rushed at the enemy in front of him at great speed. And the eighth-order martial artist seemed to have been struck by lightning at this time, his brain was dizzy, his feet staggered, he knelt on one knee, dropped his broadsword with both hands, and held his head in pain. And at this time, the kid who seemed to be moving instantly put the thin sword on the neck of the eighth-order martial artist.

The "good" arena was boiling, this was the most exciting competition of the day, and people did not hesitate to applaud their enthusiasm.

The rapier boy didn't fight again, he covered his chest with his left hand, saluted slightly to the audience, and then slowly walked off the arena.

"This kid is not simple. A fine light flashed in Bing Xuan's eyes, and at this moment, he could sense that the kid instantly burst out with a power that had not yet been mastered by himself, although it was an instant, it was a reversal of defeat and victory.

Qiu Die also saw the extraordinaryness of that kid, and he also had a trace of understanding at the moment, but it was fleeting and he didn't grasp it.

After watching this battle of defeating the strong with the weak and turning defeat into victory, the subsequent competition can be described as a small fight, which was boring, and the two left the arena because of this.

Back at the hotel where he was staying, the shadow guard who received the signal hurriedly rushed over, it was yesterday's hidden.

"Pay attention to the kid with the black rapier in the arena today, I want to know his details. Bing Xuan only gave this order to conceal it.

As night fell, the well-dressed Qiu Die took Bingxuan's arm and left the hotel, and the shadow guard had already hired a luxurious carriage for the two, and the two rode straight to the Shengdu hypermarket. Although there is still some time before the opening, the participants have already begun to arrive one after another. From the outfit and the vehicles they were in, it can be seen that the people who came and went here were either rich or noble, and it can be said that the top people from all walks of life in the empire were gathered.

The two showed their tickets and followed the guidance of the service staff to their own ordinary private room. The hypermarket is very thoughtful, and the staircase-like design divides the huge auction hall into countless private rooms, which is not only conducive to the display of goods, but also protects the privacy of buyers, which can be described as well-intentioned.

When the two entered the private room, they saw only a two-seater sofa in the private room, and in front of the sofa was a small square table with some simple drinks and berries on the table, as well as a caller with the room logo to contact the host. In addition, there is only one bottle of flowers and plants left in the room for decoration, which can be described as extremely simple.

The two of them don't care whether the environment looks high-grade, as long as they are comfortable enough. After waiting for a short time, the auction officially began after a burst of gongs.

What just opened was only a few pieces of weapons and equipment engraved with formation patterns, although the quality was much stronger than the outside, but it couldn't attract Bing Xuan's attention. After all, he is also the lord of a country, although he has no territory, but he has thousands of years of savings in the ring.

After auctioning off a few items, the sensational host invited another treasure after a succinct introduction. Although this treasure looked ordinary, just a round stone the size of a football ball, the previous host's introduction attracted Bing Xuan's attention.