Dominating Martial King-Chapter 71 - 68 Contending for the Throne

71: Chapter 68: Contending for the Throne

71 -68: Contending for the Throne

Chu Xisheng heard that his bounty had reached 1,500 taels of Demon Silver, and he felt a wave of panic.

However, he quickly calmed down, knowing that he was surrounded by martial experts, two of whom were Seventh Rank and one Sixth Rank.

Additionally, there was the deeply hidden Lu Luanti who was proficient in both martial and magic arts.

If these people were not enough, there was always Chu Yunyun, the former Dominating Martial King, to fall back on.

Chu Xisheng planned to return to the Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall after this life-and-death duel.

He would not go out again until he advanced to the Eighth Rank.

Chu Xisheng’s calm and composed demeanor surprised the female guard, causing her to take an extra look at him.

At that moment, a carriage slowly entered the dock and stopped in front of them.

Chu Xisheng stared at it with a look of wonder in his eyes.

The carriage in front of him was not particularly luxurious, but it was entirely made of steel, with thick iron plates on all sides of the carriage and even the wheels were made of steel.

Just then, Zuo Qingyun smilingly stuck his head out of the carriage window.

“Get in!

We’re taking the carriage.”

Chu Xisheng obediently stepped into the carriage.

The dock of the Ancient Market was actually not far from the South Street Temple Market, less than a mile away.

However, when the carriage entered the street, Chu Xisheng understood the necessity of using this steel carriage.

Looking out the window, he saw a sea of people on both sides of the street of the Ancient Market, far more bustling than when he fought in the South Street Temple Market arena.

In such a situation, he really worried that someone might suddenly attack or use hidden weapons against him.

No matter how keen his Five Senses Spiritual Communication was, he could not detect everything.

At this moment, more than a hundred red-robed men were clearing the way on both sides of the carriage, forming a solid wall that forcefully pushed the crowd back, preventing anyone from getting within fifty feet of the carriage.

The female guard flew to the top of the carriage, replaced her weapon with a long spear, and vigilantly surveyed the surroundings for any anomalies.

Zuo Qingyun, inside the carriage, shook his folding fan and explained the situation: “Your two opponents this time are famous in the county.

Zhuang Hongfei practices the Demon Path, specializing in hidden weapons and sword skills.

He is ruthless, and none of his opponents have survived.

Since making his debut at the South Street Temple Market, he has accumulated nineteen victories.

The other, Zhou Liangchen, swept through the Ninth Rank tier with his invincible sword.

No one has ever lasted more than three rounds against his sword, thus earning the title of the Ninth Rank Sword Demon.

These two have qualified for the Qingyun List of our county, so the news of these two life-and-death duels spread quickly across the county over the past three days.

Not only have local gamblers been attracted, but many Jianghu people from the broader East State region have come as well.”

Chu Xisheng thought it was no wonder that his Martial Arts Points had rapidly increased over the past three days, reaching seventy-nine points today.

It was all due to his opponents’ reputation.

An odd thought crossed his mind.

Could he increase his reputation just by being compared to others?

Was there room for manipulation in this?

“Actually, in my opinion, you should have first picked a few weaker opponents for some life-and-death duels to adapt,”

Zuo Qingyun said with a helpless smile: “But my two enemies are cunning, and ten days ago, they challenged me for the arena, and I had no choice but to accept.”

“The arena?” Chu Xisheng raised his eyebrows, puzzled.

“The life-and-death arena,” Zuo Qingyun pointed outside with his folding fan.

“There are twenty-four arenas at the South Street Temple Market, currently divided among me, One-Armed Blade Li Cang, and Cloud Sword Manor Master Du Yunlai.

The method of division is through life-and-death duels, with each victory earning one arena.

At my peak, I controlled half of the twenty-four arenas, particularly at the Eighth Rank and Seventh Rank, but recently, I have been outmatched in the Ninth Rank tier, now controlling only nine arenas.”

Chu Xisheng nodded slightly, understanding why Zuo Qingyun was investing so much in him.

“Your chances of winning are not high, but I’ll help you as much as I can.”

Zuo Qingyun handed two items to Chu Xisheng: an elixir bottle and two silver-white leg guards.

“The bottle contains two top-grade Blood Melt Pills that I painstakingly acquired.

These leg guards are Seventh Rank magic artifacts that can double your speed when infused with True Yuan.

However, these belong to my friend, and you can only borrow them for two days.”

Chu Xisheng showed a spirited expression: “Thank you, Ya!”,

Last time he used the top-grade Blood Melt Pill from Cao Xuan, his overall physical condition improved by ten percent.

However, the leg guards were clearly given to him for survival.

“What righteousness?” Zuo Qingyun shook his head: “It’s my fault for putting you in such a dangerous situation from the start.

I’ll be honest with you, I have two Ninth Rank fighters under me, but their strength is far inferior to Zhuang Hongfei.

Forcing them to fight would be certain death, which would be unreasonable.

Only you, Xisheng, have a chance to survive.

Ultimately, win if you can; if not, just run around the arena.

I have faith in you, so don’t lose your life prematurely.

Help me win next time—”

As he finished, the expressions of Chu Yunyun and Lu Luanti softened, and their impressions of Zuo Ya improved slightly.

This guy was indeed straightforward in his dealings.

At this moment, the carriage stopped again in front of a grand six-story inn, occupying at least five acres of land.

Above the inn’s main door were three large, flamboyant characters: “Victory and Defeat Building.”

“Victory and Defeat Building, where victories and deaths are decided.

Currently, I am in charge of this building, though that might change tomorrow.”

Zuo Qingyun ‘tsked’ as he jumped off the carriage: “The two duels will take place over two days.

Today’s duel is in one hour.

I’ve arranged a room for you on the fifth floor.

Get some rest.”

Chu Xisheng followed Zuo Qingyun off the carriage, then heard a thunderous noise on the other side of the carriage.

He turned his head and saw a crowd looking at him from ten feet away from the “Victory and Defeat Building.”

“Is that really Chu Xisheng?

He looks like this?”

“Good looks, but he seems frail, like a sickly person, can’t win.”

“Don’t be fooled by his appearance.

His sword skills are sharp.

Twenty days ago, he cut down three people with four slashes, witnessed by many.”

“What good are sharp skills?

Can he beat those two?”

“Hey!

Are you the Inner Chief of Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall?

I bet my money on you, so don’t mess up.”

“Hahaha!

Kid, you’re done for.

Ninth Rank Sword Demon Zhou Liangchen has fought seventeen death duels, never lost.”

Chu Xisheng raised his eyebrows slightly at the frenzied shouting of the crowd.

“Don’t worry, don’t let them affect you.”

Zuo Qingyun laughed, opening his fan: “Today, the entrance fee and tea at the Victory and Defeat Building are fifty taels per person.

These gambling addicts can’t get in, so they can only shout from outside.”

Chu Xisheng didn’t mind the frenzy.

He was just surprised to see his virtual screen.

His Martial Arts Points increased by another three points, reaching 82.

Lu Luanti sensed a danger warning and scanned the crowd with sharp eyes.

She noticed a sinister gaze directed at Chu Xisheng.

However, in the next moment, the person withdrew their gaze and disappeared into the crowd.