Shocking! In this matriarchal society, every man wants to marry me!

Just then, Wan Jiajia nodded: "Begin."

The fist, carrying a murderous aura, swept towards him, severing all of Zhong Tian's thoughts!

Nakata reacted quickly! Standing there, Nakata knocked down the first person who attacked her with a single punch.

The second person rushed forward, and Zhongtian punched her in the eye socket.

A third person rushed over, and Nakata punched her in the face.

The fourth and fifth ones, Nakata knocked them all to the ground.

A surge of anger welled up in Zhongtian's heart. Her gaze fell upon the man behind the city lord on the high platform. The city lord's so-called distinguished guest was Xia Jin'an. She couldn't be mistaken!

Now the situation has reversed; he is now an honored guest, while she is a prisoner.

The remaining few who were fighting against Nakata exchanged glances and immediately reached an agreement.

Three men grabbed Zhongtian's arms and thighs with all their might, while the rest immediately started punching Zhongtian in the stomach, each punch landing squarely!

One of them had a fierce glint in his eyes as he pulled a dagger from his boot.

Zhong Tian's eyes narrowed; daggers were not allowed in this dueling arena!

The powerful seem to prefer watching the clash of primal forces rather than the brutality of bloodshed.

Zhong Tian looked at Wan Jiajia, but Wan Jiajia turned her head away and ignored him.

Zhongtian tried to break free, but it was too late. She felt an intense pain in her stomach and looked down to see blood slowly flowing out.

The others immediately seized the opportunity and attacked Nakata's weak points.

Zhongtian looked toward the high platform, where Xia Jin'an had already stood up nervously.

Blood kept flowing from her abdomen, and prolonged blood loss could cause dizziness. Nakata knew she couldn't faint. In the high-level duel arena, a death contract had been signed, and the duel would only end if one side surrendered or died.

Zhongtian focused his energy, let out a loud shout, pulled the dagger from his stomach, and plunged it straight into the man's eye.

Being kind to others is being cruel to yourself. Just because others break the rules doesn't mean she should stubbornly refuse to use them.

Nakata, weapon in hand, faced the nine men opposite him and said in a deep voice, "Admit defeat now, and I'll let go!"

There was silence on the other side.

Zhong Tian plunged a dagger into the chest of the person who had hit him the hardest earlier, and blood spurted out, spraying onto Zhong Tian's face.

This action may have had some deterrent effect. The people on the other side exchanged glances, and one of them was the first to raise his hand: "I surrender!"

The man raised his hands and slowly approached. Suddenly, a very bad premonition welled up in Nakata's heart!

Since one person disregarded the rules and brought in a dagger, someone else disregarded the rules and brought in a second dagger, which was aimed at Zhongtian's neck.

Nakata quickly dodged, but he still smelled the extremely pungent smell of blood at the tip of his nose.

Nakata covered her neck with her hand, and blood slowly seeped out from between her fingers!

Was she going to die? Was she going to die right in front of Xia Jin'an?

Suddenly, someone came running, his red cloak fluttering wildly in the wind.

He caught Zhongtian, who had collapsed to the ground, and pressed his face against Zhongtian's. The warm touch made Zhongtian realize that he had not mistaken him for someone else; he really was Xia Jin'an!

Xia Jin'an casually tossed a handful of powder, and the men collapsed to the ground in agony, groaning in pain!

Xia Jin'an looked up, her alluring gaze filled with intense ferocity: "Weapons are not allowed in the Fighting City. You're courting death!"

The city lord approached, her gaze sweeping over Xia Jin'an, then over Zhong Tian, ​​whom she was holding in her arms, and she asked with an inscrutable expression, "Jin'an, who is she?"

Xia Jin'an looked up: "City Lord, she is my wife."

A flash of savagery appeared in the city lord's eyes!

As Zhong Tian stared at Xia Jin'an's perfect chin, a dark cloud gradually gathered in his mind, causing her to gradually lose consciousness.

When Nakata opened his eyes again, he was in a spacious and bright room, unlike the cramped and damp place where he lived.

It was already daytime, and sunlight shone on her pale face. Zhongtian reached out and watched the sunlight peek out from her fingertips.

An enlarged, visually striking face appeared before Nakata, its long eyelashes tickling Nakata's heart.

She wanted to speak, but when she tried to open her mouth, an extremely unbearable pain shot through her throat.

She lost her voice! Her face was filled with panic.

“Zhongniang, don’t speak, your throat is temporarily injured! I will heal you.”

Xia Jin'an's words soothed Zhong Tian's emotions. Zhong Tian reached out and touched the man's face in front of him. It was delicate and smooth, and the scars on his face had completely disappeared. It was a charming and delicate face that could make any woman's heart flutter.

Xia Jin'an did not resist; she moved her face even closer.

Xia Jin'an's voice was as gentle and charming as ever: "Zhongniang, I'm here, I'm here. You take good care of yourself and recover from your injuries. I will take good care of you!"

Nakata nodded.

Xia Jin'an personally changed Zhong Tian's dressings and washed his body.

Zhongtian felt a little uneasy. She was still worried about Le Xingxi, who hadn't heard from her for the past few days. Le Xingxi must be worried at the inn.

Zhongtian rested at Xia Jin'an's residence for a few days. When he was able to get out of bed, he went to find Le Xingxi.

Since Zhongtian had lost his voice, he went to the inn to look for Lexingxi without making a sound.

Zhongtian knocked on the door, and when he opened it, he saw Le Xingxi vomiting blood, with dirty blood on the ground.

Le Xingxi raised her head, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and looked at Zhong Tian with some fear and panic.

He strode forward, looked at the bandage on Zhongtian's neck, and asked anxiously, "Zhongniang, what happened?"

Zhongtian looked at Le Xingxi, her eyes filled with heartache. She couldn't speak, unable to ask Xingxi why she was vomiting blood or why she was so weak.

Xia Jin'an appeared; he was worried about Zhong Tian. He followed Zhong Tian to the inn and saw two rather pitiful people.

"Le Xingxi, Zhongniang's throat is injured, and she can't speak."

Why was Zhongniang injured?

Xia Jin'an glanced at Zhong Tian and understood why he was fighting so hard. She sighed inwardly and said, "What Zhong'an cares more about is why you got injured."

Le Xingxi had not yet spoken.

Two guards carrying swords emerged from the shadows. Zhongtian immediately recognized them as guards from the Music Bureau.

Looking at the two people, Le Xingxi glanced at Zhong Niang somewhat guiltily and said, "These are people my mother sent. They've come to take me back!"