Peerless Empress: One Woman, One Sword, Slaying Through Myriad Realms

The arena in the third area corresponds to the cultivation level of the Xuanwu third level. Ye Wuxi and Duan Hong found two seats in the third spectator stand.

The more consecutive wins you achieve in the martial arts arena, the more spirit stones you earn. However, there are also requirements regarding the realm of those who challenge others in the arena. Initially, everyone fights within the same realm. If you can win twenty consecutive matches, you can fight one realm higher. If you can win another twenty consecutive matches, you can start fighting two realms higher. In other words, you can fight one realm higher for every twenty wins.

Each victory in a battle of the same rank grants ten spirit stones. The number of spirit stones doubles for each rank higher. After a twenty-game winning streak, each victory grants twenty spirit stones. After a forty-game winning streak, the next victory grants sixty mid-grade spirit stones.

If one can achieve a hundred consecutive victories, one can obtain more than 30,000 mid-grade spirit stones, which is a terrifying number. However, since the establishment of the martial arts arena, very few people have been able to achieve a hundred consecutive victories, including the genius disciples of various sects. After all, if there are too many consecutive victories, there will always be stronger geniuses who will not like it...

On the stands, Duan Hong turned his head and smiled, "This arena challenge is similar to the sect's battle power tower. I'm sure I can get a hundred consecutive wins. It's a good place to make money..."

Ye Wuxi stroked his chin. "The Purple Cloud Empire has quite a few disciples who have joined various sects. These people are more or less capable of fighting beyond their level. Surely the martial arts arena knows this, so why would they let us make so much money so easily?"

"Of course not. There are many experts in the three major families. Look at the one who is challenging on the stage now. He is an expert in the martial arts arena. If you win too many consecutive games, they will send out corresponding experts to stop you... It's not that easy to win a hundred games in a row."

Several martial artists nearby kindly explained the situation. The two looked towards the arena and saw that the original defender had just won twenty matches before being blasted off by a man at the peak of the fourth level of the Xuanwu realm. The martial arts arena clearly did not want to pay double the spirit stones.

Ye Wuxi and Duan Hong nodded. "Thank you for informing us!"

Everyone's become accustomed to this practice in martial arts arenas, even accepting it outright, since they need to make money too...

"Oh, it's you two. What a coincidence..." A voice suddenly rang out, belonging to the two Hehuan Sect disciples who had provoked the inn.

The two were still wearing yellow robes, but there were two more graceful women beside them. The girl in the yellow dress had a cultivation level of the sixth level of Xuanwu, and the other girl in the purple dress had a cultivation level of the third level of Xuanwu.

Ye Wuxi and Duan Hong glanced at them indifferently and ignored them. Seeing their cold faces, the girl in yellow asked unhappily, "Li Kui, who are they?"

"Senior Sister Zhou, these two are outer disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect. They are quite unruly. How could a little conflict have occurred?" the man named Li Kui replied with a slightly respectful tone.

It turned out they were disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Joyful Union Sect. The nearby martial artists, upon learning their identities, quickly made way for them, as they couldn't afford to offend disciples of these sects...

The girl in purple sat down directly next to Duan Hong, smiling charmingly, "The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect are indeed handsome and extraordinary. May I ask your name, young master..."

What kind of tactics are these? Ye Wuxi's eyes showed a little doubt. This person should also be a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, right? Could it be that he has taken a fancy to Duan Hong and wants to capture him for dual cultivation?

Duan Hong frowned and said in a deep voice, "Get out of the way!"

"How dare you speak to our Junior Sister Jiang like that!"

Among the group, the girl in purple had the lowest cultivation level, but the two men, including the girl in yellow, all treated her with great respect.

"Zhao Qi, shut up! How can you be so disrespectful to the young master!" The girl in purple seemed to completely disregard Duan Hong's attitude and instead began to reprimand another man named Zhao Qi.

Zhao Qi was a little confused, but he still kept quiet as instructed, after all, Jiang Xiaoyu was someone he couldn't afford to offend.

"Sister Zhou Pei, I'm here. Please make yourselves at home..." Jiang Xiaoyu didn't move, remaining seated next to Duan Hong, and said calmly to the group.

The girl in yellow, Zhou Pei, smiled and sat down next to her. The other two men, Li Kui and Zhao Qi, also sat down.

"Xiaoyu, do you want to go up and give it a try? You'll definitely win easily..." Zhou Pei asked with a smile.

Duan Hong remained unmoved, but Ye Wuxi, upon hearing this, curiously sized up Jiang Xiaoyu; her identity was clearly not simple...

Jiang Xiaoyu ignored her and simply turned her head and smiled, "Does this sister from the Heavenly Sword Sect want to go up and give it a try?"

Ye Wuxi withdrew her gaze and nodded.

At this moment, a young man stepped onto the third arena. He was at the peak of the third level of Xuanwu cultivation and his aura was quite powerful.

"Liu Mu Sect, Feng Ting, is there anyone willing to come up and offer guidance?" the young man asked loudly, looking around.

"The disciples of the Flowing Wood Sect should be quite strong; winning five matches shouldn't be a problem. I'm going to place my bet."

"..."

The Liumu Sect was a rather powerful sixth-rank sect. After the martial artists on the stands analyzed the situation for Feng Ting, they all rushed to the front to place their bets.

Every battle can be bet on, but the rules of the martial arts arena are that you bet on how many battles your chosen warrior can win, with odds of 1 to 3. The chances of guessing correctly are not high, but people are still very willing to play...

Ye Wuxi asked with a smile, "Brother Duan, shall we have a game...?"

"This is too hard to guess. I'm only betting on you!" Duan Hong smiled. In his opinion, this thing was just a money-grabbing scheme. They were newcomers and didn't know anything about these martial artists, so how could they guarantee that they could bet correctly?

Ye Wuxi's eyes brightened slightly. "I have a good idea!" It was indeed difficult to guess accurately, but it was still feasible...

"What do you mean?" Duan Hong asked curiously.

Even the disciples of the Hehuan Sect standing nearby looked over. Jiang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "This sister seems to be in high spirits. Why don't we all bet two hundred spirit stones and have a go? I think this Feng Ting can win six games in a row..."

Seeing Feng Ting already having sent one player flying on the stage, Ye Wuxi raised an eyebrow, "No problem, I bet this guy can only win five matches..."

After saying that, the two went to place their bets. To avoid any accidents, Ye Wuxi, like Jiang Xiaoyu, only bet two hundred mid-grade spirit stones.

Back in the stands, Duan Hong looked at the woman in the blue dress and smiled, "Wu Xi's idea is quite good!"

"Hehe, you figured it out, but there are still many variables, so I won't say more."

On the stage, Feng Ting's strength was indeed quite good, having already knocked four opponents away. Jiang Xiaoyun gave Ye Wuxi a provocative smile, but Ye Wuxi only smiled faintly.

Soon, Feng Ting blasted her fifth opponent away. Just as she was blasted away, Ye Wuxi stepped on the ground and landed directly on the stage.

Jiang Xiaoyu looked at the figure that suddenly appeared on the stage and smiled lightly at Duan Hong, "In that case, I've lost..."