Rise Of Evil Sword God

"Hm, Nothing maybe it's just my whim." Feng Yun said, then he hugged the Yan Qiu's waist and snuggled his head close so that he could smell that wonderful fragrance better.

"You smelled good." said, Feng Yun sniffed her body, closing his eyes Feng Yun went to sleep. Now that Chu Long here, so he has no worry about the group.

...

A shadow following behind the merchant group but even Chu Long was not aware of it.

"This brat has some good combat skills, but he was sure a perverted man." It was none other than Cheng Yu who was following Feng Yun, "Once I will capture you, I will make you my sweet puppet." She said while grinning.

.....

The following leg of the journey could be considered to be peaceful.

After using almost a month of time, Feng Yun had finally arrived near the destination along with the Phoenix Treasure Pavilion's merchant group.

During this trip Feng Yun and Chu Long became much closer, Chu Long told him about the outside world which Feng Yun was lacking. Soon the group entered the City.

"How about I show you around the city?" Just as Feng Yun and Yan Qiu was about to leave, Chu said.

Feng Yun smiled and nodded his head, and followed Chu Long.

On the main street, countless people walking on the streets were shouting and selling, and an endless flow of people was walking past.

Crimson Sky City is much crowded than Purple Lake City." Feng Yun said.

"The Crimson Sky City is established between the border of the Red Moon Kingdom and the Green Cloud Kingdom. Many fugitives came here for hiding." Chu Long said.

"Although there are a lot of the criminals in the Crimson Sky City, it is still a peaceful city, fighting in the city was banned all who took part in public fighting would suffer severe punishment."

"The most famous spot in the city is the Colosseum, where the cultivators fight each other for the spirit stones and the public placed the bet on the fighters, as long as you have the strength, you can earn enough spirit stoned." Chu Long said.

Feng Yun's eyes shined after hearing Chu Long, he nodded his head and suggested going to the martial arena.

The martial arena wasn't too far, soon the three arrived at the Colosseum.

Feng Yun with Yan Qiu followed Chu Long into the Colosseum and found a place to sit. They then sat down and watched the fight on the stage.

The Colosseum was huge, thousands of people were present here, as they were watching the fight and cheering.

At this moment, on the stage, a man called Zhang Tao was fighting another martial artist.

"The killing intent of this man is very strong, his sword art also very swift and fast. If nothing unexpected happens, this battle should be Zhang Tao's victory." Feng Yun said in low voice.

Zhang Tao had already won forty-eight in a row. If he won this match, he would win forty-nine in a row. This kind of victory was enough to prove how powerful Zhang Tao was.

Feng Yun could tell that Zhang Tao's strength was also at Mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, but he was not even the least bit afraid of going up against the late-stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Boom!

Just as Feng Yun was speaking, Zhang Tao struck out with all his strength and defeated his opponent

"Zhang Tao. Do you wish to continue your challenge?" someone asked?

"Continue." Zhang Tao said.

When his fiftieth opponent went up on stage, Feng Yun frowned slightly, because he felt a little abnormally in the next fighter.

"Did you find something abnormal with his fiftieth opponent?" Chu Long said.

 "He is the Colosseum's man, The Colosseum's owner did not want Zhang Tao to win anymore. Currently, Zhang Tao's odds were constantly increasing. Every time, Zhang Tao won, the Colosseum suffer a large loss. However, as long as Zhang Tao loses this battle, the Colosseum will definitely earn a lot of money." Chu Long said.

After listening to Chu Long, Feng Yun understood that how was the Colosseum operated.

Not long after, all the cultivators in the Colosseum began to bet crazily, and all of them were betting on the victory of Zhang Tao.

When the bets ended, there were over a hundred thousand low-grade Spirit Stones. Feng Yun was speechless, he never expected the Colosseum to be able to earn so Spirit Stones so easily.

As expected, after a fierce battle, Zhang Tao lost his battle, causing many cultivators to feel helpless.

"Feng Yun, why don't you go up and give it a try?" Suddenly, Chu Long said.

"I'm also thinking about earning some spirit stones." Feng Yun said a smile, then walked to the backstage where the staff was.

"I want to register for a fight." Feng Yun said. The staff man was a middle-aged man wearing a light yellow robe.

"Is this your first time coming to the Colosseum to fight?" The middle-man asked.

"Yes."

"You need to pay a thousand low-grade Spirit Stones." the middle-man said.

Feng Yun took out the pouch of the thousand of the Spirit Stones and put it on the table. After the man picked up and checked the pouch then said, "If you injured or die in the Colosseum, the Colosseum will not responsible."

"Got it."

"Well, you sign this document." the man gave a paper to Feng Yun and said.

Feng Yun signed the life and death contract, the next middle-aged man wrote down Feng Yun's cultivation level and battle record.

"Your battle will start in fifteen minutes."

"Okay."

Coming to Chu Long and Yan Qiu, Feng Yun gave all of his Spirit Stones to Yan Qiu for placing the bet on him. He didn't have much money right now only tens of thousands.

After fifteen minutes, Feng Yun's turn to go up on the stage.

"Everyone, the next battle will be the battle of Foundation Establishment Realm. One side famous fighter Bloody blade and the challenger is a new person, his name is Feng Yun."

"Everyone can bet now, the battle will start in three minutes, hurry." The middle-man said with a loud voice, his Gold Core Realm base was enough to deliver sound to every corner of the Colosseum.

Feng Yun's first opponent was also cultivator at the mid-stage foundation Establishment Realm.

Feng Yun won the match in a single punch, and continued the winning streak, soon he won over forty-five matches, and won over 400 thousand Spirit Stones.

At this time, the thin stepped on the stage holding a long blade in his hand.

The thin man's body swaggered as his movement were strange, his footwork was profound making his dizzy.

Feng Yun stared his opponent's footwork and felt dizzy, he quickly closed his eyes for a moment and opened again. The other man's footwork had the effect of confusion.

The thin man came in front of Feng Yun, and swing his dagger at towards the neck of Feng Yun.

Ding!

Feng Yun hastily blocked his blade with the sword, suddenly a blue dagger appeared in the left hand of the thin man attacking from the both side.

"Dragon's claw"

Feng Yun punched at the blue dagger using the Dragon's claw to block the blue dagger of the thin man.

Feng Yun punched again at the chest of the thin man, exploding his strength, the thin man blasted away and fell on the ground.

The fiftieth opponent of Feng Yun was a burly man with a heavy sword on his back, and long black hair scattered casually on his shoulders, with a strong sense of oppression on his body, a bohemian middle-aged man jumped into the competition field, facing him far away. 

"Peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm."

Feng Yun understood that his opponent seemed to have been intentionally arranged by the Colosseum, and he was very strong. 

The burly man pulled out the heavy sword on his back, a strong momentum spread out of his body, and the air was swaying, pressing against Feng Yun. But it was no effect on Feng Yun.

At the start of the game, Feng Yun and the heavy sword man moved at the same time, and the two sword hit hard together.

"What a powerful force!"

The burly man was shocked. The power of Feng Yun was even above him, and there was a hint of numbness in the right hand holding the heavy sword. 

Feng Yun swing his sword full force again collided with the heavy sword of the burly man. He was fighting with brute force.

The fierce offensive completely suppressed the heavy sword man, so that the skin of his right arm holding the heavy sword cracked and a lot of blood ran out. 

With one more powerful strike, Feng Yun won the match.

After winning the over 500 thousand Feng Yun was gloating with smiles. After leaving the Colosseum, Chu Long left to do some tasks, While Feng Yun with Yan Qiu start wondering in the city.