saint of humanity

In a secret room on the battlefield, Gong Mao paced back and forth, sweat dripping down his forehead. He kept wiping it, but it was never completely wiped away.

Even the loose clothes on his body were wet and dry, dry and wet again.

As a Hedao, he rarely loses his composure like this.

But this time he really played it too big - a battle between the fusion of Dao and the combination of Dao, and it was a fight to the death. Not to mention how interesting it was, this gimmick alone was enough to attract countless gamblers. Ninety-nine percent of people thought that this was a good opportunity to pick up Dao fish for free, and naturally did not want to miss it.

He had foresight, so he decided to open all the viewing places in the entire fighting arena. This time, except for the spectators in the Emperor's Arena who can watch this fatal fight directly, the spectators in other arenas will be able to see the projection of the battle situation at the same time.

It can be said that there is only one battle on the battlefield today, and that is the life-and-death battle between Wumingke and Lingyan.

As a result, all the spectators gathered in the battlefield can only bet on this fight to the death.

Even though Gong Mao had been in the battlefield for so many years, he still felt terrified when he saw the numbers on the stakes keep accumulating. If he messed up this time, he would be blamed for his death.

"Sir." A subordinate monk hurried over to him, his face solemn, "The situation is not good. More and more people are betting on the Spirit Eye. Should we temporarily close the odds?"

"It can't be closed!" Although Gong Mao was extremely anxious, he still maintained his rationality. Since the opening of the fighting battlefield, there has never been a case of closing the odds before the time is up.

If you close the odds at this time, you are destroying your credibility. You can earn back the money you lose later, but if you lose your credibility, you will lose the foundation of your existence in Douzhangchang.

He knew why more and more people were betting on the Spirit Eye. Because the Nameless Guest had not shown up yet, many people thought that the Nameless Guest was afraid and did not dare to participate in this life-and-death battle. Therefore, betting on the Spirit Eye at this time was a sure win.

"What are the odds for Wumingke?" Gong Mao asked.

The subordinate reported a number.

Gong Mao nodded solemnly. This odds... was a number that had never appeared in the fighting arena before. Not only had it never appeared before, Gong Mao could almost conclude that it would never appear in the future, because there would never be another death fight as grand as today.

"Go down." Gong Mao waved his hand weakly.

After his subordinates left, he hurriedly took out the musical note to send a message, wailing in his heart, "Friend Lu, if you don't come again, I'm afraid I will have to die today to atone for my sin!"

As soon as the message was sent out, the door was pushed open again.

Gong Mao looked up and saw a familiar figure in a hooded windbreaker walking in, led by one of his trusted aides.

The confidant extended his hand to invite him and then retreated.

Gong Mao rushed forward, almost crying: "Fellow Daoist, you finally showed up."

Lu Ye raised his hand to lift up his hood, looking apologetic: "Something delayed me, how are things going here?"

"It's fine for now, but if you don't come, I can't delay any longer."

"That should be done without further delay?"

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to prepare something?" Gong Mao asked with concern. Although Lu Ye gave him a lot of confidence when they met last time, he was still nervous when it came to the final step.

It's a battle between Rong Dao and He Dao, and he's at the eighth level of Rong Dao... can he really win?

"No, we're in a hurry." Lu Ye shook his head.

The deadly fight here is over, and he has to go back to Yuanxi City to finish off the enemy. The battlefield over there has already begun. With the joining of Yuanxi City and Lingfeng City, his side will surely win a great victory. He cannot miss out on those Xingyuan coins.

Gong Mao was stunned. Thinking about the previous two life-and-death battles, Lu Ye fought with his opponent endlessly and won miserably in the end. Every time, it gave people a feeling that he had reached his limit. Why did it sound like he wanted to end the battle quickly this time?

He suddenly became a little excited. If Lu Ye won this time, the benefits brought to the battlefield would be enormous, definitely an unprecedented harvest. Now that the owner had provoked disputes in the snowfield, a large number of Dao fish were needed. He could not be of much help, but if he could help the owner with logistics and supplies, it would be worth the owner's years of cultivation.

"Then let's go in!" Gong Mao hurriedly led the way.

At this moment, in the fighting battlefield, the arena was filled with noise and noise, and countless monks shouted and yelled, asking the fighting battlefield to announce the end of the death fight.

Because the Nameless Guest has not shown up yet, it is obvious that he is afraid and dare not come. There is no point in continuing to wait. As long as the battle field announces the end of the death fight, they can sit back and divide the money.

In the void fragment battlefield, Lingyan was standing on a meteorite with a long sword in his hand and an impatient look on his face.

With his body of Hedao, he simply disdained to fight with a Rongdao. When Gong Mao approached him before, he almost thought he was joking.

So what if he was a nameless guest? Although he had gained some fame in Rong Dao's death arena, Rong Dao was just Rong Dao after all, so how could he be compared with him?

With his cultivation level, what kind of Rong Dao could be his opponent? So he decisively refused.

I never thought that Gong Mao would actually offer to give me a treasure!
The condition is that he must participate in this death fight and must not tell anyone about the existence of this treasure.

The spiritual eye is unbelievable.

If it wasn't Gong Mao who discussed this matter with him, he would have walked away in anger.

It was not until he saw the treasure with his own eyes that he realized that Fang Mao was not making fun of him.

When he took the treasure named Chunhui Sword in his hand, he felt extremely complicated.

At the level of Hedao, his reputation was not prominent, and his cultivation was not that strong either, because he did not receive much help when he first practiced, so his foundation was not strong. Naturally, his promotion to Hedao made him appear mediocre.

When he was in Rongdao in his early years, he had a dream, which was to get a treasure of his own. If so, when he was promoted to Hedao, he could not only make up for his early shortcomings, but also have a brighter future.

But he was helpless and without any background back then, so how could it be easy for him to obtain the elemental treasure? In the end, he couldn't delay any longer and had no choice but to be promoted to Hedao.

However, he didn't expect that nowadays, a special treasure would be delivered to him, on the condition that he would participate in a life-and-death battle with a Rong Dao.

This is simply a free gift!
He felt sad. If he had obtained this treasure when he was in the process of integrating Dao, how could he have achieved so little today? He was really unlucky.

"Hmm?" Just as his mind was wandering, he suddenly felt something. He looked in one direction and saw a faint ray of life over there.

Really coming? He had been waiting here, but the nameless guest had not shown up for a long time, so he, like many other onlookers, thought that the nameless guest was afraid of death.

Who knew this unknown guest was so courageous?

His eyes flashed, and he moved towards that direction.

"The unknown guest is here!"

With the sudden appearance of the nameless guest, many monks in the venue were shocked, and then they started cursing.

"What is this idiot doing here at this time? If it's a little later, Lingyan will win without a fight!"

According to the rules of the battle arena, once the deathmatch begins, if one side does not appear within the specified time limit, the other side can win directly.

The monks who had bet on the spiritual eyes had been waiting for a long time. They only needed to wait a few more moments for the time limit to be up and they would win the bet. The nameless guest's sudden intrusion at this time would undoubtedly ruin their good fortune and they would not be treated well by him.

"Here you come, you are just a Rong Dao, what kind of waves can you make?"

"That's right, if a spiritual eye and a body that is in harmony with the Dao can't even kill Rong Dao, then it might as well die."

"It doesn't really matter if you come a little earlier or later. It's a pity that I'm short of money right now, otherwise I would have bet more on Lingyan."

Countless monks were watching the scene everywhere and talking about it.

In another secret room, Gong Mao stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the light screen projections in front of him. The one in the middle was naturally the projection of the death arena. The scene inside clearly showed the Nameless Guest and the Spirit Eye flying towards each other.

On the left and right sides of the projection are various numbers that are constantly changing. These numbers include the betting situation of the entire battlefield and the changes in odds.

The many numbers displayed on the left are related to the spiritual eye, while those on the right are related to the nameless guest.

In this case, Gong Mao can stand here and have a general view of the whole situation at a glance.

"Sir, just a moment ago, a large number of bets suddenly flowed into the market, and not just one person placed the bets." A subordinate came hurriedly to report.

"How old?" Gong Mao asked.

Subordinates report truthfully.

Gong Mao took a deep breath and said, "I knew they couldn't hold back!"

Qin Feng has many friends and enemies. The chaos in the snowfield was caused by him. Some of his enemies, both overt and covert, have no way to deal with him, so they can only focus on the battlefield.

Now that the battlefield has revealed a flaw, those people will certainly not miss the opportunity. As Gong Mao expected, these people have already entered the battlefield to place bets, but they did it very covertly before, so they were not noticed.

Since time was running out, they began to exert their strength suddenly.

The number of bets that flowed into the market this time was not small, accounting for almost 20% of all the bets. This was definitely not something that an ordinary Hedao could come up with, and there was more than one.

Therefore, the enemies of the owner had already gathered in secret, waiting for this moment.

"Sir, do you want to answer it?" The subordinate looked worried.

Gong Mao snorted: "It's already been placed, how can you not accept it?" Those guys must be hoping that Douzhanchang will reject it, so that they will have an excuse and reason to make trouble. Once this matter gets out of hand, the reputation that Douzhanchang has worked hard to accumulate over the years will immediately collapse.

It can be said that as long as the odds are open and those people are placing bets, Douchangchang cannot refuse them.

"Also, the odds on No Name Guest are starting to decline." The subordinate reported.

Gong Mao nodded: "It's normal. Previously, everyone thought that the nameless guest would escape without a fight, so everyone was very enthusiastic about betting. Now that the nameless guest has appeared, the enthusiasm will naturally decline."

And at this point, many people have already placed their bets.

"Then sir, do you want to close the market?" the subordinate asked cautiously.

Before the nameless guest came, it was not easy to close the battle field directly, but the situation is different now. Closing the field is not a big problem. At most, it will be criticized by people, but it will not affect the fundamentals. (End of this chapter)