Chapter 770

The dark red earth, which had eaten how much blood of lives, was full of potholed battle marks everywhere. This was the Deathmatch Arena!

The demons who had heard some inside information had already been waiting in the stands early. After watching a few not-too-intense death battles, in an underground corridor, a human wearing a mask slowly walked out.

In an instant, cheers were like a tide.

During these few months, Yang Kai had brought these demons thrilling and suspenseful great battles one after another and had long been famous in Sha City.

And today’s battle between Yang Kai and another master is the final highlight.

Because there is a rumor that his opponent this time will be different from before and will be a powerhouse of the Transcendent Three-layer Realm！

Since the opening of the Deathmatch Arena, such a battle with a huge disparity in realm has never occurred. There is a full difference of two small levels. In the eyes of those who don’t know the truth, such a battle has long been doomed to its outcome.

But for those who have watched Yang Kai’s dozen or so battles, they somewhat hope that Yang Kai can create a miracle again！

This has nothing to do with the grudges between races, only because Yang Kai’s performance can make them shine (brighten their eyes), their hearts go up and down and they are excited.

Is this the human kid who has won a dozen consecutive battles in the Deathmatch Arena and narrowly escaped death every “time?” On the viewing platform, a Saint Realm powerhouse narrowed his eagle-like gaze and in a deep voice asked the person next to him.

Yes, Lord Feng Biao. His performance is indeed very good. Even many elite disciples of our Demon Race are not one percent as good as him！” The person next to him immediately replied.”

Hmph, after today, he will be a corpse！” Feng Biao snorted coldly, and judging from his expression, it seems that he doesn’t want Yang Kai to continue to survive in this world at all.”

“That’s right, sir… After all, his opponent this time is different from before.” The man nodded repeatedly. Suddenly, he had some concerns and said in a low voice, “But sir, after all, he was cultivated by Lady Shirley. If he is really killed like this, and Lady Shirley blames…”

“She won’t.” Feng Biao slowly shook his head. “This matter was instructed by Lord Gou Qiong. I also went to Shirley’s palace yesterday and discussed it with her. She personally agreed to this matter. How could she blame?”

Upon hearing this, the man suddenly showed a surprised expression and didn’t know why Lord Gou Qiong was so concerned about this human.

Only a very small number of people knew the inside story that Gou Qiong’s son was rescued by Yang Kai. Feng Biao was also extremely secretive when he was sent here to handle this matter. So this person couldn’t quite understand the reason.

Although Shirley didn’t get along well with Gou Qiong, she wouldn’t be so bored as to spread such news to suppress Gou Qiong. She would only fight Gou Qiong with real swords and guns！

“Sir, Yu Mo is coming over！” The man suddenly said in a low voice.

Feng Biao narrowed his eyes and looked aside. Just in time, he saw Yu Mo flying over with a smile not far away. After landing, he unceremoniously sat down beside him.

Both of them were powerful saints at the first level. They belonged to two generals who didn’t get along with each other. Naturally, their relationship wasn’t very good either.

As soon as they came down. Their eyes met, and a spark of mutual defiance flared up.

“Yu Mo, long time no see！” Feng Biao greeted with a cold face.

Yu Mo had a big smile on his face: “Feng Biao, after not seeing you for so long, I still get angry when I see you, and I wish I could kill you!”

“Likewise！” Feng Biao nodded slightly, and the true essence all over his body slowly flowed, and his eyes, like poisonous snakes, stared at Yu Mo.

Yu Mo pouted and said, “But I didn’t come here to fight with you. I just have some words to ask you.”

“What words？”

“Looking at your appearance, it seems that you are very confident in today’s battle！”

“Hmph, asking a question when you know it!”

“The deathmatch arena in my Sand City has the rule of gambling. Since you are so confident. Have you placed a bet? After the battle over there is over, you can still make a fortune！”

“Do I need you to remind me？” Feng Biao had an unhappy expression on his face. “I have already bet two hundred thousand spirit stones！”

Yu Mo hissed and said in surprise： “As expected of Feng Biao, what a big deal！ You are trying to make a fortune in my Sand City.”

“Can’t afford it？” Feng Biao sneered. “If you can’t afford it, I can also take it back. As long as you, Yu Mo, apologize to me in front of everyone here！”

“Just kidding. Since the gambling business is open in Shacheng, of course, no matter how much it is, it will be accepted. I just want to say that the opportunity is rare. How about playing bigger？” After that, he looked at Feng Biao with a pressing gaze.

Feng Biao’s expression froze, and he said in a deep voice, “Playing bigger？”

“That’s right. You can bet all your things. I remember you have a lot of secret treasures, right？”

Feng Biao frowned and looked at Yu Mo suspiciously. He said coldly, “Judging from your appearance, you seem to be very confident in that human.”

“It’s hard to say. Maybe he will win, maybe he will lose. It’s a fifty-fifty chance. Since it’s a bet, it depends on whether you have the courage！”

Feng Biao stared at him deeply. Although he knew that this guy who was at odds with him was provoking him, he still couldn’t hold back his anger and nodded, “Okay, I’ll bet all my secret treasures！”

As he said this, he stretched out his hand and with a move, a precious armor with flowing halos, a long halberd exuding astonishing energy fluctuations, and a pitch-black ruler appeared in his hand and were handed to Yu Mo.

These three things were all saint-level secret treasures. Each one was priceless. The three together were of inestimable value. They were the secret treasures that Feng Biao trusted and used the most often. If he lost this bet, then his combat power would drop sharply.

After handing over the three Saint Level Secret Treasures, Feng Biao even took off the Universe Bag around his waist and handed it to Yu Mo, sneering, “If we want to play, let’s play thoroughly. What do you think？”

Yu Mo’s eyes twitched, and he smiled and took it without saying anything, then turned and left.

Feng Biao didn’t stop him, nor did he ask him to sign any written evidence. Although they didn’t like each other, they would still abide by the verbal agreement.

A moment later, Yu Mo returned to Shirley’s side.

“Is it arranged？” Shirley looked at Yang Kai who was standing in the center of the Deathmatch Arena below and asked softly.

“Yes, Feng Biao has bet all his wealth.” Yu Mo nodded slightly and frowned, “My Lord, do you have so much confidence in that kid？ To be honest, although his previous performance was quite surprising, this time I really don’t think highly of him. He is very likely to die here. It doesn’t matter if he dies, but Feng Biao has bet so much wealth. Once he dies, it will implicate our Sand City.”

“I don’t know！” A hint of confusion flashed in Shirley’s beautiful eyes as she gently shook her head.

Yu Mo was surprised.

As one of the Four Great Demon Generals and one of the top experts in the world, Shirley naturally had her own way of judging people, and it was always very accurate. But this time, she actually seemed to be a bit unable to see through the situation.

“I’m also gambling. Although on the surface, this kid is really doomed, but…”

Saying so, Shirley turned her head and glanced at An Ling’er who had been guarding beside her, and pursed her lips with a smile, “This little girl has never shown much worry from beginning to end.”

Yu Mo couldn’t help but look at An Ling’er and found that it was indeed the case. Even though she knew that Yang Kai would encounter a powerful enemy today, she still had a calm expression.

Obviously, Shirley had spied some information from An Ling’er.

“I asked her several times what the true strength of that brat is, but she wouldn’t answer me. The more so, the more curious I am！” Shirley reached out and touched An Ling’er’s face, scaring her out of her wits.

“Tell me, has he fought against such an opponent before？” Shirley suddenly shouted in a stern voice.

An Ling’er’s beautiful eyes lost their focus in an instant, but soon flickered with a struggling look. The scenes of being chased by Nan Sheng Gu and fighting against many powerful experts of the Yang Clan in the Little Mysterious Realm one by one flashed through her mind.

An Ling’er had a painful expression and kept shaking her head.

Shirley let out a helpless sigh, “Her willpower is also very strange. It seems that she has cultivated some very powerful cultivation method.”

“However, judging from her performance, that brat should indeed have fought against such a powerful expert before and was still safe and sound. Otherwise, how could this girl be so relieved.”

“Yeah.” Shirley nodded slightly. “Just watch. If he doesn’t die this time, then in the not-too-distant future, he will surely become the most dazzling person on the entire continent. Given time, he might even reach the level of the Demon Lord and dominate one side！”

Yu Mo’s body trembled. “Your Excellency has such a high evaluation of him？”

“He has this potential！” Shirley said categorically, and a hint of coldness and killing intent suddenly flashed in her beautiful eyes.

“What a pity. Such a person is actually not from our clan. If he were from our clan, perhaps he could still be well-cultivated.” Yu Mo had followed Shirley for many years and naturally knew what she was thinking at this moment, and couldn’t help but feel a bit sighing and emotional.

With such excellent qualifications and becoming stronger in the face of adversity, if such a good seedling is not strangled early, then it will surely have an impact on the entire Demon Race in the future.

Today, whether this kid wins or not, the ending has already been doomed, because Your Excellency has already developed a killing intent towards him.

Looking at Yang Kai who was standing straight below and quietly waiting for his opponent to appear on the stage, Yu Mo couldn’t help but feel sincere pity.

After a while, a person finally walked out from the corridor opposite Yang Kai. This person seemed to be strolling in the courtyard, but in fact, his speed was extremely fast. In just the blink of an eye, he suddenly appeared not far in front of Yang Kai.

A black shirt that could be seen everywhere, a majestic physique, a cold expression, and long black hair draped over the shoulders. The eyes were like cold stars, breathtaking and soul-stealing.

The soaring evil spirit was exuding from this person, and the aura was long and distant. The true essence was quite pure, and it was obviously one level higher than that of an ordinary Transcendent Third-Order martial artist.

Yang Kai’s eyes shrank, and his heart was awe-inspiring.

Just by looking at it once, he knew that the opponent was not an easy target that could be easily pinched. This time, he was really going to fight him to the death.

Although he had the Soul-Eating Bug and was not afraid of opponents below the Saint Realm, this time was different. In front of so many Demon Race people, he could not use the Soul-Eating Bug. Only by using his own means and defeating this opponent head-on would it be possible.

Moreover, he himself also really wanted to test the results of his cultivation during this period of time.

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