Knocking on the door of Pupil Art in Yuanshen

Gusu, this famous city in the south of the Yangtze River, has been synonymous with prosperity since ancient times.

After night falls, the colorful lights light up, making it look as gorgeous as the starry night sky.

Traffic is speeding on the viaduct, and the highway cuts through the city like a long queue.

Hongguang Plaza is still full of customers today, with customers of all ages and genders coming and going. From time to time there are people in groups of three or two. Their temperament is like standing out from the crowd, and many of them look down at others.

A group of little dragons with superhuman blood, mortals are just ants to them, and secular laws are even difficult to restrain. With such favorable conditions, how can they maintain a humble heart to face the world.

It's just that this pride is usually not displayed, but now they are like sharks looking for the smell of blood, gathering crazily in one direction.

They all came to participate in the grand event predicted by the Hong family. This grand event was as bloody as ever, but what was different from the past was that this time even members of the Hong family were willing to become part of a life-and-death fight.

Similarly, most of the other parties in the gambling fight are from aristocratic families, and it is a life-and-death struggle between aristocratic families.

Of course, Zhaoyue's current social circle is basically composed of aristocratic people, so he feels strange and unusual.

But generally speaking, the aristocratic family would not participate in the grand gathering at Hongwu Terrace, let alone compete on stage and fight each other like those on death row for people to watch.

Previous life-and-death battles at Hongwu Terrace were either individual applications, but there would be no audience for individual applications unless he applied on the grand day.

But no one wants to fight each other like beasts for others to see, so most of the previous events were held by prisoners on death row who had established good relations with local officials.

But mixed-race death row prisoners are so easy to find, so every time Hongwu Terrace is opened to the public, it can be called a grand event. Rare things are more valuable, and the same goes for life-and-death fights.

Using their lives as a bet, let two death row prisoners fight each other to the death. The winner will not only leave alive, but also win the bonus given by the Hong family.

However, the Hong family only cares about whether they win a life-and-death fight, but they don't care whether the death row prisoners will do evil again after they are released.

There is such a death row prisoner who keeps doing evil in this way and keeps asking the Hong family to wipe his ass. However, the Hong family also gains huge benefits from it and acquiesces to his existence.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a chance to appear in tonight's grand event.

Although Hongwu Platform is called a platform, it is actually a large circular venue similar to the Colosseum in ancient Rome.

Hongwu Terrace is located underground, but the bright lights make the venue as bright as day. There are almost no blind spots that cannot be illuminated. This is very disadvantageous for the possession of stealth spirits such as Ming Zhao.

But as an arena that is open to the public, if it loses its visibility, it will inevitably greatly reduce the viewing ability, so it can only be tolerated.

And if they are from aristocratic families, they will turn off some of the lights, raise the shields, and let the shadows fall. It can be said that they are treated completely differently.

In stark contrast to the venue, the stands were surrounded by pitch black. In the darkness, pairs of golden eyes were like lamps, and it was hard to count tens of thousands.

Tonight's grand gathering not only attracted mixed races from Suzhou City, but also probably many people from the surrounding cities.

Everyone wants to know whether the silent situation will be broken. If the Hong family really wins all the life-and-death battles tonight, then not only Gusu, but also the surrounding cities will inevitably have to regard them as the master.

This made them not hesitate to make a special trip to check it out and witness this night together.

At this time, two people, one large and one small, with severely asymmetrical physiques, were already standing on the huge field. They were the ones attracting the attention of tens of thousands of pairs of golden eyes.

Since it is a life and death fight, there is no referee in this battle. As long as the two sides decide whether to live or die in the end, it can of course be a draw if they admit defeat.

But it was obvious that Hong Bing, who was dressed in red robe, would not be willing to let Zhao Yue go.

"A scion of the Zhao family?" He smiled ferociously, "I didn't expect you to come to the door yourself. It's good that it saves me the trouble of looking for you."

"..." Zhaoyue faced him with evil intentions and made an unexpected move.

He took off the sharp sword he carried around his waist, then casually discarded it on the ground, and then continued to look at Hong Bing indifferently.

His eyes were rose-red and beautiful, as clear as jade, but Hong Bing only felt that they were as hateful as their owner.

There was already an uproar in the stands. When they saw a kid opposite, everyone felt that the tickets were not worth it, but Zhaoyue's behavior can be said to have completely ignited the atmosphere.

Everyone was very curious as to why this boy dared to actively challenge someone who was stronger than him despite his obvious disadvantage.

Before the death match begins, guests will receive a pre-made list, so everyone knows who the two sides are on stage.

One is the fourth master of the Hong family, and the other is the orphan of the Zhao family who has fallen into despair.

There is absolutely no comparison between the two. It looks like a young lion facing an adult tiger. In the eyes of many people, the result is already a given.

Hong Bing had the same idea. He could no longer suppress the murderous intention in his heart, and spread out like a tiger and leopard, rushing toward Zhao Yue.

His eyes lit up golden, and his physique swelled again, even bursting out of the red gown on his body, and the exposed skin turned a strong iron color.

His steps became heavier, and each foot left an inch-deep shoe mark on the tightly spliced ​​field of giant stone slabs.

This is the Word Spirit that can greatly strengthen the body. It belongs to the lineage of the King of Bronze and Fire, the Word Spirit Immortal.

Although he is the same spirit as Boss Jiang, Hong Bing's level of development is obviously higher than Boss Jiang.

At least, the iron color appears on the skin, which is a manifestation of gathering a large number of metal elements, and the spirit of speech and immortality has been developed to the extreme.

Such immortality is truly invulnerable, even to modern large-caliber firearms.

For example, a large killing weapon like Colt Python might not be aimed at the vital point and would only leave shallow bullet marks.

Many of the mixed-race people present today are from aristocratic families and have good eyesight. Many of them had cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads.

This Hong family is really terrifying. Hong Bing is the representative of the Hong family, but this time he was actually assigned to be the first one.

It was obviously to establish prestige, which meant that Hong Bing's strength was pretty good.

But it also shows that Hong Bing, who has developed his speech spirit to the extreme, is still not the Hong family's trump card.

It’s hard to imagine what their long-prepared trump card is.

Could it be that another super aristocratic family was born out of nowhere?

While everyone was thinking, Hong Bing was already close to Zhao Yue. He jumped up high and struck down with a leg axe, vaguely like the roar of a tiger in the forest.

Zhaoyue's porcelain doll-like face was reflected in his pupils, as if he had seen the scene where Zhaoyue's head was smashed to pieces and blood flowed everywhere.

"Click, click!"

At the same time, several crisp sounds of bones came from Zhao Yue's body, which sounded so clear and harsh to Hong Bing, who was highly focused.

Hong Bing was confused in his heart, why did this kid's bones break before he even hit it?

There was no time to wonder, so he planned to work hard to create a miracle.

"Bang!"

The overwhelmed floor was once again smashed by the force of a thousand pounds and cracked. A large piece of the floor centered on Zhaoyue sank, and dense cracks spread like spider webs.

However, amidst the scattered smoke and dust, the scene that unfolded on the field shocked many people.

Zhao Yue raised one hand above her head and steadily caught Hong Bing's leg axe.

His back is still thin, but the straight and straight rocker is like the giant in mythology supporting the heaven and earth.

Contrary to Zhao Yue's still calm expression, Hong Bing's face turned red now and he was in a dilemma.

Zhaoyue's hands were like pliers, firmly grasping his ankles. The more he struggled, the harder the hand used.

Not long after, traces of bruises appeared on his ankles, and the Word Spirit Immortality had no effect.

He was horrified in his heart, but before he could react, there was a "click" and Zhaoyue's thigh was directly twisted off around his elbow.