The underground fighting arena is a place stained with blood.
Under the high square stands, there is a cage with high walls, and the people fighting life and death in it are just trapped animals.
There were actually no empty seats on the high platform. This place, located in the underground black market, was supposed to be a very quiet place, but it was as lively as boiling water. The noise seemed to tear down the roof.
There is more than one place for such a cage on a high platform, such a fight between trapped beasts, and such a boiling sky.
The underground fighting arena looks small from the outside, but when you enter it, you find that there is a universe inside, and the space is actually very large.
There are no less than ten various stands and arenas alone, and each stand can accommodate hundreds of people.
Among them, there are countless monks who are blushing, pulling their necks, and cheering with red eyes.
Lingchu handed over a middle-grade spiritual stone as the entrance fee, and then he was able to enter.
As soon as they entered this underground fighting arena, they were greeted by a lively, turbid and bloody atmosphere.
Lingchu did not immediately go to find the person in charge of the fighting arena to buy the so-called fighting cards and participate in the fighting. Instead, he found a place to sit down and planned to take a look at the situation in the underground fighting field.
The stand that Lingchu chose was the one with the most spectators in the arena.
The stands on each level were densely packed with monks wearing masks.
Even through a layer of masks, the expressions on the faces of the spectators on the stage cannot be seen clearly, but with the heavy breaths, clenched fists, and uncontrollable excited words, it is obvious that the spectators here are very concerned about what is about to happen below. The fight started with great excitement and anticipation.
Even if you are a monk, you are still indispensable for your passion and impulse, especially when you look at the kind of fist-to-flesh and bloody battles.
Besides, the people here all wear masks, and some even wear cloaks. No one knows who is who, so there is no need to act like a monk.
Lingchu, who was behind the tiger mask, also had a strong curiosity on his face. He even felt a little hot wearing a cloak because he was in such a place.
This kind of lively scene is extremely rare not to mention in the land of immortals or in the ordinary world.
Casting his gaze below the high stands, there was a hollow and vast fighting platform.
On it, two monks stood facing each other.
These two monks are the two participants in this fighting platform.
One of them is wearing a mask, the other is not wearing a mask.
Lingchu looked at the two people curiously. The position where she sat was right in front of their eyes, so she could see them clearly.
The first thing I looked at was the one wearing a mask. The pure white mask had no patterns on it, leaving only two black holes for the eyes.
Wearing a gray cloth robe, he is tall and thin, his back is slightly curved, his legs are slightly apart, and his arms are long and curved, hanging naturally on both sides of his body.
but……
Lingchu looked through the mask and landed on the tall and thin monk's exposed hands.
A pair of ten fingers is extremely long, almost twice as long as an ordinary person's. The fingertips are curved and hooked. The nails are as black as ink, sharp and cold, and radiate cold light.
Not to mention the strange fluctuations that Lingchu felt in his hands, just by looking at the appearance, he knew that it was not simple.
Looking at those legs again, there was a faint breeze surrounding them. He must be someone who is good at kicking.
Lingchu took a closer look and thought in his heart that this monk wearing a white mask should be good at speed and claw skills.
After looking at the masked monks participating in the battle, Lingchu turned to look at the other monk opposite.
As soon as his eyes fell on the monk without a mask, Lingchu took a deep breath unconsciously.
This is simply a humanoid giant bear.
From a visual inspection of his height, he was twice as tall as the gray-robed and white-masked monk. He was almost as tall as two gray-robed monks.
Opposite to his height was the monk who had explosive muscles. He only wore an animal skin around his waist, and his majestic body was completely exposed.
Lingchu glanced at the monk who looked like a giant bear. Just one arm must be as thick as his own waist.
Lingchu, who was wrapped in a cloak, unconsciously touched his slender waist with his hands hidden under the black cloak.
I felt inexplicable emotion in my heart.
However, the most shocking thing was not the figure, but the ferocity and bloodthirsty look on the face.
A pair of eyes were filled with blood, as if without any emotion, staring coldly at the gray-robed monk opposite.
The gray-robed monk lowered his head, put his hands in his sleeves, and stood motionless, as if he didn't care about the opponent opposite him.
An invisible pressure and air flow surged between the two of them.
The competition has not yet begun, but the monks in the stands are all discussing among themselves. Even if they don't know each other, they seem to have something to talk about.
Next to Lingchu, the monk wearing a gray wolf mask looked around, hesitated between the tiger mask and the bull mask, and finally came to Lingchu's side.
"Brother, have you placed a bet? Who did you bet on? I bet on Thousand People Massacre!" A slightly excited voice asked with a sharp smile.
brother?
Lingchu blinked. Yes, she was wearing a cloak that could cover her whole body, and a hood, and a mask on her face. She was sitting, and her whole body seemed not to be exposed at all.
There were some large cloaks, and the fighting field here, at a glance, it seemed that the female cultivator was not seen.
It is not a strange thing to think that he is a man without using his spiritual sense to detect it.
In other words, being mistaken for a male cultivator is not bad either.
Lingchu only thought about it for a moment, his spiritual power pressed down on his throat, and the voice that came out of his mouth was a low, slightly hoarse tone.
"I haven't placed a bet yet. It's my first time coming to this underground fighting arena to watch the excitement."
Lingchu knew that this underground fighting arena also had a betting table. For every fight, the owner of the underground fighting arena would set up a betting game.
There are only two choices, who wins and who loses, there is no possibility of a tie.
In the underground fighting arena, either one side admits defeat or one side dies, otherwise, the game is not over.
This place is simply a battlefield of blood and gambling.
Naturally, it is extremely attractive to monks.
The monk in the gray wolf mask was stunned when he heard that it was Lingchu's first time here.
Yes, even through the mask, Lingchu could feel the astonishment of the monk next to him.
"Brother, it must be your first time to the underground black market!"
Hearing the affirmative words of the monk in the gray wolf mask, Lingchu was a little stunned this time.
How did this monk know?
As if he also felt Lingchu's surprise, the monk in the gray wolf mask said proudly, "Anyone who comes to this underground black market, there is no monk who doesn't come to this underground fighting arena!"
Therefore, since it was Lingchu's first time to come to this underground fighting arena, it must be his first time to the underground black market.
So, is this underground fighting arena a must-visit place for the underground black market?
