C18 It Was Actually an Expert

Cloud Heaven Continent. The people had valiant winds, the winds of martial arts were very strong, all the people of Heaven Clan, regardless of whether they were men or women, the most important thing during their growth, was to practice martial arts first.

The goal of every Fighter was nothing more than to cultivate deep and profound martial arts, train in a set of powerful abilities, and become a grandmaster of martial arts for a generation.

However, there were countless Fighter s, and each of them had their own deep fortuitous encounters. Their talents had good attractiveness, and their toughness also had strong or weak attributes.

The vast majority of people, under the pressure of reality, could only take a step back. They all hoped to cultivate a set of profound martial arts, join the military camp, or become a constable like Mu Touwu. Or they could even join a famous sect for cultivation and search for opportunities.

Under such a situation, the most prosperous industries in every region would naturally belong to none other than Martial Club. Every city would have all sorts of Martial Club s with all kinds of names, and every day, the Martial Club would be filled with the sound of people hitting or training.

Similarly, in the face of such public sentiment, there was nothing more popular than a fight amongst the citizens of Jinfeng.

In every corner of the city, and even in the tall and big buildings at the center of the city, it seemed as if the intense battle had never stopped.

The first thing that many people thought of to do was to go to the fighting club and try their luck. Even if they couldn't earn a lot of fame, they still hoped to earn some rations.

However, in the intense competition of the fighting arena, for many people, even a basic request like living a life was an extravagant hope.

And so on and so forth, gradually forming a vast and complex chain of interests.

At the moment, the sun was high in the sky and the sky was clear. It was noon.

In an extremely spacious large warehouse at the north-east corner of Yanhui City, there was a clamor of voices, passionate cheers, cheers, bets, etc., all sorts of voices resounded. Occasionally, there would be a wave of surprised exclamations, and even more so, a roar that shook the sky.

In the middle of the field, two bare-chested men were wrestling like raging bulls. They were both sweating and gasping for breath, but neither of them was willing to retreat. They just kept fighting like that.

There was no referee in the arena. Only when one side fell, the other side would be considered as having won the match, only then would they be able to win the small amount of rewards.

Thus, amidst the crowd of cheers and insults, the two were still fighting with all their might, using their fists to continuously hit each other.

Finally, one of them couldn't hold on and fell powerlessly to the ground. The other person wanted to raise his arms and shout, but he couldn't. He only raised his arms and bent down weakly, breathing heavily.

In this sort of low-level fight, most people relied on their bodies. There would often be situations where a person would fall down from strength and only then would the victor be decided.

With the results confirmed, the audience burst into cheers again. Some cheered loudly, while others went to the window to make a profit with a face full of joy. There were even some who were disappointed as they left with their mouths full of curses.

Some people left, but there were even more who joined the crowd to watch the competition. The new competition began once again, and the scene of the people crazily shouting and cursing and other tragic comedies appeared one after another on the field once again.

A white-browed youth dressed in rough clothes squeezed into the crowd. He had a complicated expression on his face as he watched the fight. After a long while, he shook his head heavily. It was Shi Soong.

Shi Soong had been cultivating in the sect since he was young. Although it was hard work, he was happy with it. He had close friends to accompany him and had never worried about his life.

At this moment, as someone who had just stepped into the secular world, Shi Soong felt a sense of regret and regret when he saw how difficult it was for people to live their lives, and how they had no choice but to fight like wild beasts in order to maintain their meager livelihood.

Shi Soong did not say much. He walked straight to the stage and asked to participate …

On the stage was a fat man with a face covered in oil. His head was fat and his ears were big, but he had a small triangular eye. It looked very incongruous.

That triangular eyes seemed to be accustomed to this kind of young man who felt that he had the ability to try his luck. He looked coldly at Shi Soong and said without any expression: "Next match."

Unexpectedly, Shi Soong said: "What I want is the arena master, the arena battle."

"Huh?" Pointy eyes obviously looked extremely surprised. He looked at Shi Soong up and down in disbelief, but he couldn't see how this skinny young man had the ability to say such words. His mouth slanted as he said: "Let's talk after winning this match!"

Shi Soong responded and stood aside, waiting for the match to end.

After a long while, the two of them finally came to a conclusion amidst the crowd's hubbub. The onlookers once again surged in and out of the arena, as if they were flowing in and out of a river.

Shi Soong followed the fat guy's instructions and walked straight from a small path to the center of the arena.

When they saw Shi Soong's skinny body, the surrounding people immediately started buzzing with discussion. Obviously, Shi Soong, who didn't have a body full of fat in this competition field, was quite terrible in their eyes.

Very soon, Shi Soong's opponent, a sturdy middle-aged man rushed into the arena. When that person ran into the arena, the muscles on his chest seemed to tremble up and down with the sound of 'ssssssssssss'.

On the running field, that person looked over and saw that his opponent was a skinny youth like Shi Soong. He couldn't help but to let out a relaxed laugh. It seemed that this person thought he had pretty good luck this time.

"Ao!" The middle-aged man, who was covered in fat, opened his mouth and roared. He waved his two thick arms towards Shi Soong, showing off with his eyes. The surrounding spectators also cheered him on.

On the betting table, Shi Soong's payout rate shot up, but no one was interested in him.

Very soon, the bell rang, and the match began. The surrounding people began to shout in excitement once again.

"Ao!" The middle-aged man roared and rushed towards Shi Soong like a wild beast, causing the fat on his body to shake violently.

The middle-aged man swung his big fist and punched towards Shi Soong.

Shi Soong's eyes flashed. He took the opportunity to rush forward and punched the middle-aged man in the chest.

"Alright!" The surrounding customers were all cheering for the middle-aged man and cheering for him. They were all planning on making some money from the bet this time.

However, the moment the shout was heard, it immediately dropped down. Then, there was a burst of silence.

The fat triangular eyes hadn't been watching the match, but when they heard such a strange sound, they couldn't help but turn their heads to look. But they also widened their triangular eyes in surprise, and then they squeezed their triangular eyes to confirm that they hadn't seen wrongly.

In the arena, the middle-aged man was actually kneeling on the ground in pain. His entire body was trembling and he couldn't stand up, but the skinny young man was still standing there with an expressionless face.

"Aiya …" So it's an expert! " Pointy Eyes finally understood the situation and shouted out in surprise in his heart. His small eyes shone with joy.

The onlookers also came to their senses. Amidst all the cheers, there were also a lot of unlucky sounds. It was clear that they had lost their bet again.

Shi Soong looked at the triangle eyes as the crowd surged again.

Only then did Pointy Eyes remember that Shi Soong wanted to participate in the Challenge Tournament. He signaled to the field that they could continue the match.

The next two competitors were both exceptionally fierce men. However, they were both knocked down by Shi Soong and were unable to stand up due to the pain.

After that, no one else went up onto the stage. Everyone could clearly see the enormous gap in strength between the two.

Within the surrounding people, there were no more complicated sounds. There were only bursts of exclamations, and within them, there were disbelieving discussions.

Shi Soong went to Pointy Eyes to collect his reward. Under everyone's looks and discussion, he turned around and left.

"Come back tomorrow!" Pointy Eyes shouted excitedly from afar.

When Shi Soong had just left, the fighting arena that was already silent to the point of being abnormal had finally become lively and chaotic once again. One scene after another of a tragic comedy was repeated without end …

And so on and so forth, gradually forming a vast and complex chain of interests.