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"Then who of them is better in martial arts?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know. They have been fighting for more than 30 years." The man shook his head.

"Oh, why?" I asked.

"Well, I seem to have heard that thirty years ago, Lin Musen passed by a small town and saw that Wang Li's wife was beautiful, so he wanted to tease her, but was beaten by Wang Li. A few days later, when Wang Li was delivering goods, a thief came to his house. He not only raped and killed Wang Li's wife, but also killed his father and children. He left a pen on the wall. When he found Lin Musen, who was still recovering from his injuries, the two fought as soon as they met. They fought for three days and three nights without a clear winner, and finally both collapsed from exhaustion. Later, it was heard that someone attacked them by surprise, but was killed by them together. They made an appointment to fight again the following year, and this appointment has lasted for more than thirty years." said the man.

I thought for a while and analyzed, "Then Wang Li went to find Lin Musen on purpose because he knew that the murderer was not him. The two of them worked together to stage a play to make the real murderer appear. The person who attacked them was the real murderer."

The man thought for a while and said, "That's true. Then what's the story behind their fighting for over thirty years?"

"Friendship earned through fighting," I said casually while looking towards the arena.

Suddenly, I saw that the wooden box in the hands of the young man who claimed to be the young master of the Fiery Sect, Yang Shaoyun, began to emit black gas. My first reaction was poison.

He pulled Yuting up and shouted, "It's poisonous, run away." After shouting, he ran away.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang," the sound of a gong suddenly rang out behind me. I looked back and saw that the people who had just been watching the excitement and were enjoying it were leaving the arena as quickly as possible.

The worst was Yang Shaoyun, who fell motionless on the arena after being hit by two famous martial arts masters. The box fell to the ground and the black smoke became thicker.

As the crowd moved away from the fire and the torches, the black air stopped spreading. The man who had just spoken to me came over to me. He was holding a gong, and it was obvious that he was the one who had struck the gong.

I gave him a thumbs up and praised him as "smart."

The man smiled proudly and shook the gong in his hand.

I turned around and looked at the black smoke, which slowly turned into a woman's figure. She looked at the people around her and said in a slow and unpleasant voice, "How can this idiot Yang Jianfei do things? I have so little blood food that I can't even show my true form. I asked for a woman's body, but they gave me a dead body. Humph."

I was stunned and said to myself, "Wasn't it supposed to be a martial arts film? Why is there a fantasy film? Is there some other system?"

"Ah, Brother Xiaoluo, what is that monster? It, it is eating corpses." Yuting said in a trembling voice.

I noticed that although it was in the middle of the arena, it was still quite dark there. Isn't it said in modern times that all darkness cannot hide the light?

Suddenly a beam of light flew towards the black shadow. I looked carefully and saw that someone had thrown a torch at the black shadow, and it landed accurately on the black shadow.

“Ah…Ah…Ah…” a series of sharp screams were heard.

But it attracted more torches, and Yang Jianfei, who happened to arrive, screamed and fell to the ground, and caught fire for no apparent reason.

"Oh, he got cremated before he could even show off." I sighed.

I asked the man, "Do you know what this thing is? Is it a ghost?"

The man thought for a while and said, "They should be the remnants of the demon clan. They should have been seriously injured by an immortal a million years ago and went into hiding. They survived a great disaster a hundred years ago and only came to prominence after signing a contract with Yang Jianfei."

"Oh, fantasy. By the way, is that little devil also a member of the demon clan?" I asked curiously.

The man looked at me strangely and said, "No, he is just a child. He is very good at martial arts and has no intention of killing. He is the one who told us to be careful in this competition and not to let us die."

"Well, this little devil is as smart as me." I thought to myself.

"Clang, clang..." The gong in the man's hand fell to the ground. I said again, "It would be great if I could meet him."

The man picked up the gong and ran away.