Chapter 9 Scene 1

  "Kid, are you ready? I'm going to draw my sword!" Cheng Hao's loud voice instantly overwhelmed the noisy sounds, making the entire underground world quiet down. Xuan Yang was relatively short compared to Cheng Hao, but he was still of average height compared to a normal person.

  Xuanyang smiled, the red long sword in his hand pointing to the ground at an angle. Without saying much, a fiery aura slowly rose up. The crowd couldn't see the color of the aura, but they felt as if Xuanyang's rising aura was indeed fire-red. This was a rather strange feeling, yet it gave people a sense of naturalness, as if it should be that way.

  Cheng Hao's face solidified, the large sword in his hand whizzing away, just a simple slash, yet with a kind of heavy oppressive force. Cheng Hao's strike also made many people's hearts skip a beat, looking at this somewhat violent Cheng Hao, their views changed slightly.

  Xuanyang's expression didn't change, his fiery long sword drew a sword flower, swiftly and precisely dotting the great sword's blade. The fiery long sword curved into a crescent moon shape, as if calculating Cheng Hao's attacking force, barely reaching Xuanyang's head, another inch down would have injured Xuanyang.

  Xu Yang's fingers snapped, and the fiery long sword suddenly popped back into shape, becoming straight again. Cheng Hao's face changed in shock, feeling that the point of contact between his own sword and the opponent's sword had suddenly transmitted a powerful force, this power was not much smaller than his previous strength, and even stronger.

  Cheng Hao almost couldn't hold onto his own great sword, and just then Xuan Yang suddenly closed in, his fiery long sword swiftly stabbing towards Cheng Hao's throat. The long sword hadn't even touched him before a wave of scorching heat came rushing over!

  Cheng Hao was greatly shocked, and the large sword in his hand pressed down, transforming into a shield. The fiery long sword stabbed at the back of the large sword, bending again. Xuan Yang smiled faintly, as if this battle was utterly uninteresting. His body moved once more, and with a flash of his figure, he had already arrived at Cheng Hao's side, where a single sword strike would be enough to end him.

  In this underground world, killing is just a small matter and not something unusual. People here don't take life too seriously, except for their own!

  Just as Cheng Hao was about to be killed by a single sword, many people who were betting on Xian Yang winning showed joyful expressions. Even among the seated audience, there were many people who became cheerful, as if they had a lot of credit points coming their way.

  In the standing area, the noise was even more chaotic. Many people were excitedly shouting and cheering, with supporters of Hyunyang far outnumbering those of Chenghao. The applause was also much louder.

  Ye Chen's face sank, and he didn't say a word. Looking at the situation, his own bet might be lost in vain, but it wasn't the final moment yet. Everything was uncertain, and Ye Chen didn't believe that Cheng Hao would resort to such petty means.

  The situation on the stage was one-sided, and Hyun-yang's Fire Wind Sword not only made his speed faster, but also carried a scorching heat that made people feel uncomfortable, and their physical strength would decrease significantly.

  Cheng Hao could only defend, fortunately the large sword in his hand was big enough to serve as a shield. Although Xuan Yang's sword speed was very fast, Cheng Hao's distance for parrying was also very short. As time went on, Cheng Hao's pressure grew bigger and bigger.

  Hyeon-ah's offensive strengthened once again, and although it was just a speed increase, the difficulty for Cheng Hao to counterattack greatly increased. At this critical moment, Cheng Hao made a surprising move - he closed his eyes. What? Did Cheng Hao want to die? The people pressing down on Cheng Hao cursed, while the crowd pressing down on Hyeon-ah cheered up, their credibility points were about to be won.

  And seeing Cheng Hao closed his eyes, Ye Chen finally regained his calmness, and it was not much different from what he had guessed. Unknowing Sword, Unknowing Sword, although there was no relevant description in the manual, Ye Chen still sniffed out a hint of something unusual, and this hint of unusualness made Ye Chen put 100 credit points on Cheng Hao!

  Cheng Hao, who closed his eyes, seemed to have given up in other people's eyes. However, Xuan Yang's expression suddenly turned grave on the stage, because at this moment, Xuan Yang felt a hint of danger, which was an instinct that only appeared when something threatening one's own existence drew very close.

  But this feeling has appeared now, Xuan Yang retreated decisively, and in the instant that Xuan Yang retreated, Cheng Hao's large sword suddenly became extremely fast, with great power and momentum, even faster than Xuan Yang's previous sword speed.

  Along with this sword, the entire arena was shrouded in silence. It was a silence that even the sound of the long sword slicing through the air and the mouth agape in a loud roar couldn't break. All these feelings were caused by Cheng Hao's one sword!

  Xu Yang's face changed greatly, he let out a loud shout, the fiery long sword flew up, a layer of red haze rose, dyeing half of the fighting platform red. The red haze faded quickly, but transformed rapidly, just like the evening clouds on fire, however, this red haze was not only beautiful, but also carried danger within its beauty.

  Clang, clang, clang! The sound of two long swords colliding was particularly jarring under the different auras. Many people couldn't see clearly what was happening on the stage and were asking those around them. Although Ye Chen had reached the sixth level of the Mortal Realm, he still couldn't see through the full strength of an eighth-level strongman. However, just this much had already benefited him greatly.

  "Hurry up! Hurry up!" The audience's voices rang out one after another, mostly in support of Hyun-yang!

  Pffft, a mouthful of blood was spat out, causing all the voices supporting Hyunyang to suddenly stop. Some looked at Hyunyang in disbelief, as the previously dominant Hyunyang had been beaten to the point of spitting up blood. This left all his supporters stunned and frozen in place, unable to believe what they were seeing.

  "Good! I said it, Cheng Hao's strength is absolutely above Xuan Yang. As expected, I've secured today's credit points!" The audience watching Cheng Hao excitedly shouted.

  "That's right! Thinking that getting a good sword is enough, but still not impressive, come on Cheng Hao!" someone chimed in.

  "It doesn't seem that way to me. You didn't see Hyunyang standing steadily, although he spat out a mouthful of blood, but it can be seen that Hyunyang hasn't suffered much damage."

  "That's right, I also think Hyun Yang won't lose." Many people who supported Hyun Yang echoed in agreement.

  On the dueling platform, Xuan Yang wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and gazed at Cheng Hao with a serious expression. He hadn't expected that Cheng Hao could actually cause him to get injured. Ever since he had obtained the Huo Yun Sword, it was rare for someone of the same level to be able to injure him.

  Xu Yang suddenly smiled, isn't this the purpose of coming here? Only in times of crisis can one grow and make progress!

  The scorching momentum did not decrease but instead increased, and with a movement of his body, the fiery red long sword shot out again. A layer of light enveloped him, making Xuan Yang's figure somewhat blurry, but his speed became even faster, and his moves even more fierce.

  Cheng Hao still had his eyes closed, but it seemed as if he could clearly see Xuan Yang's attacking moves. His large sword moved with ease and agility, resolving each of Xuan Yang's incoming attacks one by one.

  Clang, clang, clang, the sound of long swords colliding came from the arena. At first, Ye Chen was still calm, but as soon as the two swords touched, his expression changed. As for the use of long swords, Ye Chen was extremely familiar with it. From the previous exchange, Ye Chen discovered that Xuan Yang's every attack hit the same position each time.

  The leaves were dark and the path was not good, and he might have lost those 100 credit points. Just then, a cracking sound came out, and the long sword broke. The two of them retreated after colliding with each other. Xuan Yang's mouth corner was still flowing with blood, from which it was not hard to see that Xuan Yang had been injured.

  But the cheers and excited shouts erupted in a large area, all of which were people who had previously been pale and lifeless, as if they had just gotten off a roller coaster, their emotions fluctuating wildly, if someone with a bad heart was there, they might not have been able to withstand it.

  Look at Cheng Hao again, what he's holding in his hand is a broken sword. The big sword has been split into two halves, one half fell to the ground and the other half is still being held in his hand. His eyes are wide open with a stunned expression, as if he can't believe it!

  Xu Yang's face became somewhat excited, and he said to Cheng Hao: "Are you going to fight or not?"

  Cheng Hao's face changed, looking at the broken sword in his hand, he suddenly threw it to the ground, "Fight? How can I fight without a weapon? Do you think I'm stupid? I won't play with you anymore, I'm leaving!" Cheng Hao was quite decisive and directly jumped off the stage.

  As soon as Cheng Hao left, the gamblers who had been pressing against him began to curse and their faces turned from joyful to deathly pale. However, these people were originally few in number, and the majority of the audience still supported Xuan Yang.

  Ye Chen's face was somewhat pale, having lost the first round and now only having 200 credit points left. He could at most gamble two more times, and if he lost again, this month's food expenses would be a problem.