Chapter 810 - 27: Tyrant Hand

Chapter 810: Chapter 27: Tyrant Hand

"Thank you, Elder." Li Xin said politely, painfully handing over a gold coin. "Elder, may I ask, how many matches can be fought in one night, and is there an entry fee for each match?"

"Brother, I’m not some elder, don’t say that, my name is Que Mingyuan. People who know me call me Old Magpie or Old Que. Each match requires a separate fee, but you can choose to fight three consecutive matches, without stopping, and from the second match onwards, anyone can challenge you." Que Mingyuan said with a smile.

It’s better to offend a petty person than a woman. When a man does business in Jiuxiao Building, he must maintain the proper stance, never pretending too much, as it’s easy to pretend oneself to death.

"Brother Que, let’s start with a three-match streak and then do a few more if there’s time." Li Xin said.

Que Mingyuan looked at Li Xin, swallowing. He originally wanted to give this kid a lesson, but after seeing his strange sparring last time, he held back, "Brother, you can only do one three-match streak, and other people must also have their turn. If your strength is solid, you can later fight in the inner arena. I must remind you, once you’re on the martial arts arena, life and death are up to you, good luck, the Golden Scale Guard won’t interfere. If the opponent surrenders, you must stop, otherwise, you are violating the rules of Jiuxiao Building, and will be permanently expelled. You might also be pursued by the Golden Scale Guard."

"Thank you for the advice, brother." Li Xin said with a bit of regret, a gold coin, it would be a loss if he couldn’t earn more.

"Cough cough, are you sure you want to start with a three-match streak right away?"

"Yes, I’m sure!"

Que Mingyuan didn’t say more; the hype was just beginning.

"Lord Tyrant, your third opponent is arranged as well, a formidable loose cultivator."

"Damn, what did you say, loose cultivator? How did these idiots at Jiuxiao Building arrange this?" Zhao Sanqing yelled.

A few disciples from Vajra Institute quickly smiled apologetically, "Lord Tyrant, we heard this kid has some skills and he also opened a three-match streak, you are his first opponent."

"That little pup’s first time on the martial arts arena starts with a three-match streak against me?" Zhao Sanqing’s face turned dark, "He didn’t choose the path to heaven, so I won’t call myself Zhao Sanqing if I don’t beat him to death today!"

Vajra Institute is a major sect in Cyan Dragon City, known for its Taiyin School with formidable strength and ruthless tactics, rare for its focus on body cultivation. Their iron body skills are quite tyrannical, Zhao Sanqing is a well-known expert from Vajra Institute, nicknamed Tyrant Hand.

He lost in the inner arena and must return to the preliminary selection to fight again, which is the rule of Jiuxiao Building. This arrangement makes the preliminary martial arts arena very popular, as ordinary people usually don’t get to see these famous experts.

Winning a three-match streak gives you another chance to enter the inner arena and also allows you to gain a bit of Wish Power.

What truly made Zhao Sanqing famous is his ruthlessness; those who fight him will undoubtedly get injured, and if they have some strength, they often end up seriously injured or dead, with no time to beg for mercy. Vajra Institute as a whole has this retaliatory style.

Li Xin also entered the contestant waiting area, surrounded by many onlookers, holding tickets and cheering wildly. There were ordinary people as well as many cultivators, as watching the matches was also a great learning opportunity, especially when renowned experts participated.

Today, several experts were appearing, including the notoriously ruthless Tyrant Hand, Zhao Sanqing.

Li Xin was in arena number nine, and Zhao Sanqing received a lot of cheers when he appeared, facing a Three Lives sword cultivator as his first opponent.

This sword cultivator’s face was a bit pale. He originally went to gain some practical experience, not expecting to run into Zhao Sanqing. But entering the arena represented his honor and his sect’s reputation; he could lose but not falter.

Zhao Sanqing looked at the opposing sword cultivator like a tender little chick and pointed a large finger at him.

"Little girl, I’ll crush you!" Zhao Sanqing sneered.

Spiritual energy burst forth, and the sword cultivator struck first, gathering sword Qi. Outside, spiritual energy is used in a cohesive beam, with Knightly Path having some research on combat techniques akin to the Divine Land. However, unlike Divine Land, the research isn’t very deep for transition, focusing mainly on improving cultivation, so that once the level is achieved, one can easily overpower others. Techniques don’t hold as much weight. But in Divine Land, it’s different; with spiritual energy capped at Four Lives, excess spiritual energy solidifies into a Golden Core, mainly for durability and as a breakthrough for Celestial Destiny Sect disciples. Due to ample spiritual energy, new techniques might emerge, yet absolute dominance by cultivation hardly occurs.

In this scenario, a Four Lives Zhao Sanqing facing a Three Lives sword cultivator is an overwhelming advantage. The sword cultivator’s sword got seized, and his sword Qi shattered. Realizing the unfavorable situation, he was about to admit defeat, but Zhao Sanqing didn’t give him the chance, grabbing his neck and savagely tearing through the sword cultivator’s protective spiritual ability with a throat slash.

Bang bang bang, a series of three hand strikes left the opponent bleeding profusely and limp, losing their ability to resist. Zhao Sanqing picked up the young sword cultivator, wiped the blood on his clothes, and, disrespectful as ever, pinched his soft buttocks before tossing him away.

"Tyrant Lord, Tyrant Lord, Tyrant Lord~~~"

Zhao Sanqing raised his arms, basking in the victor’s cheers. Many who enjoyed gore liked watching his fights. Of course, many disliked Zhao Sanqing, but this guy had solid abilities, and Vajra Institute cultivators’ strongest point wasn’t even their offense, but their defense. Even in inner arena matches, Zhao Sanqing rarely got injured, venting all his grievances back in the preliminary martial arts arena.

Zhao Sanqing flexed his arms, "Next!"

Some inexperienced cultivators warm up before a match, but he didn’t need to, using people as his warm-up. But a mere Three Lives wasn’t satisfying enough.

"Thunderbolt Hall, Wu Gong!"

The second challenger took the stage, also from Thunderbolt Hall, one of the thirty-six Yellow-level sects known for its fierce style, making him a formidable opponent.

The audience’s enthusiasm was ignited, though Wu Gong wasn’t as excited, as he had already lost to Zhao Sanqing once and was here notably to regain his ground.

"I wondered who it was, turns out it’s you, you waste. Looks like your broken leg has mended, dare to come back!" Zhao Sanqing taunted.

"Zhao Sanqing, don’t be arrogant, I’ve found your Tyrant Hand’s weakness!" Wu Gong replied sternly.

"The match begins!" the referee declared, ringing the bell.

Wu Gong was also a Four Lives, and the two were old rivals. Zhao Sanqing often spewed taunts but had sharp eyes, using this method to provoke opponents, making them impulsive.

Wu Gong wielded a sword; his skill was particularly fierce. With Zhao Sanqing, he couldn’t defend; offense was the best defense, showering Zhao Sanqing with blade strikes.

Vajra Hall’s combination of iron body skills couldn’t wholly take the strikes, Zhao Sanqing kept dodging, only blocking with forearm when necessary, never stopping his provocation, "I’ll break your third leg this time, ensuring you never stand up again."