The cheers resounding throughout the audience, Yiran didn't need to think about it to understand that they were really cheering for the wonderful fight on the stage, but those curses were also understood after a little thought.
After all, how many people are willing to spend fifty gold coins just to watch other people's wrestling.
Just by watching the battle with isolated formations, it is extremely difficult to understand the flow of energy of the combatants. You can only have a rough idea of their martial arts and moves, let alone want to secretly learn some low-level martial arts or Got the move.
Therefore, it can be said that at least 60% of the 10,000 people on the field have placed bets.
And among the remaining 40%, there are still more than 30% who do it simply because they don’t have enough money to have fun.
Only less than half of the young people may still have the idea of stealing their masters, but most of them want to know the strength and trump cards of these monks participating in the war.
If you meet these people in a duel one day in the future, then the more you know about your opponent, the more likely you are to win.
Just when Yiran was carefully observing the fighter's moves through his senses, a stream of obscene words came from his ears, which made Yiran frown tightly.
I only heard a middle-aged man standing in front of Yiran, who was not too young, with gray hair, and kept yelling at the stage:
"Damn it, guys, we didn't pay to see you perform. We've been fighting for so long and there's still no blood. Who are you trying to fool!"
As soon as this was said, many people immediately echoed it.
"It's just that I worked hard to save some money, just to see how you kill your opponents, and this is what happened? You were panting for a long time, but you didn't even get a single wound."
"Fighter No. 576, haven't you eaten? They all say that your killing skills are great. Kill the guy on the opposite side to cheer me up. I paid you a hundred gold coins to kill your opponent!"
Although these voices were suppressed by the cheers, they still resonated with many people.
At this time, Yi Ran keenly captured the whispers between the two people behind him.
"These aristocratic families are really worthless. They don't dare to fight monsters. They rely on the blessings of their clan to show off their power here all day long. They imagine that they are the stronger one and how to brutally kill their opponents."
"Moreover, these losers are mean-mouthed and want money, not strength, let alone strength. If their family hadn't been there, they would have been driven out of Yishui City long ago."
"Hey, Brother Wang, it's my first time to come to this arena. You told me about the ways here. Why are these people useless?"
"Then you have asked the right person. Based on my experience of working here for several years, I know all the questions you can think of."
"Then let me ask, Brother Wang, what does fighter No. 5, 76 mean? And what about the bets?"
The strong man surnamed Wang inserted his waist as thick as the trunk of an old tree and said in an old-fashioned manner: "How many people do you think want to improve their combat experience by watching gladiatorial fights like you?"
"Take me for example, I am just a casual cultivator and my cultivation is not outstanding. Why do I often come to this arena where entry requires fifty gold coins? Naturally, it is because I bet every time I watch a battle, and I still lose less than I win. many."
"That's how I can stay here for a long time, and most other fighters are like me."
The young people couldn't believe that this arena turned into a casino.
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The existence of them all made them wonder: "Isn't the purpose of watching others fight to improve one's own fighting consciousness?"
Before the young man could speak, the strong man continued:
"There are also a few people who are not like this. Some of them have not made any bets, but they are the kind of people who were born in Yishui City families but have no extraordinary talent for cultivation."
"They themselves dare not go out of Yishui City to fight the monsters. They can only watch the battle scenes in the arena."
"There are by no means a handful of people from aristocratic families in this situation. They also know that they are not welcome by others. Even outsiders will greet them with smiles in front of them, but they will always be sarcastic and sarcastic behind their backs."
"But their state of mind and talent destined them to be unable to change this status quo, so many people choose to sink. They are even more eager to see things here that they desire but cannot do."
"They want to see how the two people on the gladiatorial stage fight to the point of blood and flesh, and how they are killed in despair, rather than such a scene of evenly matched fights."
After saying this long paragraph, the strong man raised his hand, pointed at the richly dressed people on his way, and continued:
"Did you see that the ones in front of you who barked the most ferociously are the losers. In the eyes of us old guys, the more ferociously they bark, the more they look like dogs that only know how to bark."
The young man's face was heavy, and he fell silent for a moment, as if he was greatly shaken by the arena in his mind. However, the strong man beside him did not notice the change in the young man, and continued:
"As for what you mean by fighter number 576, that number is naturally the fighter's number."
"The fighter's strength is level five and seven stars. His combat power ranks sixth among all fighters of the same level in the arena. His strength is extremely strong. I bought him to win these three battles, but the odds are not high, that is. I can earn some ticket money.”
The young man fell into silence and turned a deaf ear to what the strong man said later, but Yi Ran heard everything.
The battle on the field has also reached a critical point.
The four martial arts masters have lost their inner strength and are about to decide the winner, but it is almost impossible to decide whether they will live or die. This ending will cause a lot more boos in the audience.
Experts look at the rules, while laymen look at the fun. If it's really a tie or just one side showing off two moves and three moves.
Those so-called losers with low cultivation levels really can't even see any excitement.
As for the battle that Yiran was also paying attention to, it was also coming to an end.
Just as the strong man said, the fighter numbered 576 among the same level is really strong.
Facing an opponent whose mental skills and martial arts are superior to his own, he constantly shows his weakness to his opponent, and his rare active attacks are directed towards his opponent's vital points.
In this way, the guy who originally had a huge advantage had a lot of energy unknowingly consumed.
Even though he possesses a strong internal energy that far exceeds that of a fighter, it is beginning to be stretched as it is constantly being consumed.
By the time he realized it, it was already too late. The two had almost the same amount of energy left, and the fighter had even begun to gain the upper hand.
At this time, the situation on the stage immediately began to reverse, and the fighter's offensive instantly became fierce, without showing any signs of weakness before.
Not only did he not hide when facing Daogang, but after tearing Daogang apart, he not only showed no signs of weakness but also rushed towards his opponent.
A fighter who uses only his hands as weapons, every move
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The sword fighter cuts to the joints or vital points, and each punch hits the node where the internal energy flows.
However, after dozens of moves, the suspense of the gladiatorial battle was gone, but it was only at this moment that the true cruelty of the gladiatorial arena was revealed.
No one cared about the life or death of the monk. After seeing the iron fist that the fighter kept smashing into the opponent's chest, as well as the hand knife slashing at the elbow, shoulder, and ankle, deafening cheers broke out.
The audience on the stage even roared "Fuck him to death, fuck him to death".
Yi Ran frowned slightly, but did nothing. He understood that this was the most obvious aspect of the cruel world.
Not only does he not have the ability to change the existence of Jiadu, he will even join it temporarily to improve his strength.
Fighter No. 576 finally caught his opponent's fatal mistake. He stepped forward and punched his opponent in the chest, shattering the bones in the chest. At the same time, he stabbed his Adam's apple with a knife in his left hand.
The fists are enough to seriously injure the winner, but the fighter's knife in hand without any hesitation makes his intention clear, life or death!
The powerful monk fell limply on the gladiatorial platform and had no chance to get off the gladiatorial platform.
The audience suddenly erupted into even more piercing screams. Some people were cheering that they had made the right bet. What kind of bullshit genius monk could not beat the fighters trained in the gladiatorial arena.
Some were screaming. Seeing the monk's fall, it seemed as if they had become that fighter. After going through all kinds of difficulties, they finally killed their old enemy. They no longer knew how to express the joy in their hearts.
Of course, there are also some who are frustrated. They bet on the monk and want to make a big fortune with a small gamble, but they end up making a loss-making transaction that goes to their grandma's house.
Yiran's heart was extremely calm and was not affected by the atmosphere in the arena at all. When fighter No. 576 pointed the knife in his left hand at the monk's Adam's apple, he turned around and walked out of the arena.
This battle could not be said to be of any benefit to him, but it gave him a better understanding of this cruel world, and the horrors of the world were displayed before his eyes without any concealment.
But Yiran had no choice but to step into this darkness, and then face the difficulties in the darkness.
In the Principality of Fenghuo, Chao Qianqian and Song Zhili sent their former classmates out of Wangbei City. Before leaving, they mentioned that they had met Yi Ran.
Talking about the story of Yiran going north with the escort company, he also talked about the troubles Yiran encountered in the desert.
Chao Qian smiled and talked about this past incident, saying that thanks to Yi Ran, his father and uncle in the escort agency were able to survive that escort incident.
But the few people listening to the story fell into silence.
When Ma Mingyao mentioned that Yiran's strength had already reached that of Wuzong when he walked out of Fenghuo City, he was shocked to discover how terrifying Yiran's strength was.
It was only then that it suddenly dawned on how terrifying the trouble Yi Ran was talking about was!
Li Yiyi and Ma Mingyao felt a mixture of joy and heaviness in their hearts.
Fortunately, Yiran has paved the way for them so that they can go more smoothly.
What's heavy is that the desert close to the border town still hides unimaginable dangers, and the road ahead for them will definitely be more difficult.
Everyone looked at each other without saying a word, telling Chao Qianqian that they didn't need to send him off any more. They took one last look at Wang Beicheng and rode north.
Those who travel north don’t know when they can return south.
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