53: C53 Sin City

C53 Sin City

The Sin City was located at the border of the three cities, and it was a very famous area.

The forces of the sects were interconnected, and the government had no power to control the situation here. No major sect could gain the final control of this place.

As a result, this place became the warm bed of evil, and also the place where many fugitives lived.

Those who could survive in Sin City were all powerful cultivators. Moreover, they were all fighting fiercely and ruthlessly, and they were all people who would use any means necessary to achieve their goal.

On this day, Sin City welcomed another guest. He was thin and pale, wearing a green robe that was incomparably clean. It added a bit of scholarly air to him, making him look like a scholar who had gone to the capital to take the exam.

This person was Luo Tongtian. He looked at the city gate that was eighty feet tall and thirty feet thick, and couldn't help but praise its majestic appearance.

However, there were some burly men coming and going through the city gate. Some of them had ferocious expressions, some had ferocious eyes, and some had tattoos all over their bodies. They gave off an extremely rude and violent feeling.

When the scholar dressed Luo Tongtian came to the group of barbarians, he immediately attracted countless gazes.

These gazes were filled with surprise, evil, cold laughter, and silver shavings. They were like a group of incomparably ferocious wolves, and they were ridiculing a lost little sheep.

Luo Tongtian did not pay attention to these gazes. After entering the city gate, he followed the limestone road and walked forward.

The buildings here were all very simple and unadorned. There were many battle platforms set up in the middle, and there were many people fighting to the death on them. The ground of the fighting platforms was covered with purple-black spots. That was the price that the fighters had to pay after losing.

This was one of the biggest attractions of Sin City. Sin City had no sovereignty, no rules, and no rules. The one with the biggest fist was the master. Once both parties had a disagreement on a certain matter, the best solution would be to have a duel.

This was... the Sin City!

"Kid, you're new here, right? Hurry up and take out a thousand Origin Energy Pill as a token of respect to your father!"

Just as Luo Tongtian was feeling the violent aura of this big city, an untimely voice rang out.

He turned his head and saw that the person who was blackmailing him was a two meter tall, muscular big man. This person's body was covered in green stripes, and he had a ferocious look on his face. He gave off a heavy pressure.

He was a Level Seven Origin Stage cultivator. His arm, which was as thick as a bowl, was like a pillar and had a strength of a thousand kilograms. In the Sin City, he was a famous low-level thorn who specialized in bullying the newcomers who had just arrived.

"Get out of my way!"

Luo Tongtian glanced at him and said casually.

"Wh... What?"

"You dare to ask me to get lost? Are you courting death?"

When the big guy saw Luo Tongtian's skinny body and strength, which was only a Sixth Level Hercules, he had secretly set Luo Tongtian as his hunting target. When he heard Luo Tongtian's words, he couldn't believe his ears.

"I'll say it again. Get lost right now, or I'll cripple you." Luo Tongtian looked coldly at the violent big guy in front of him and warned him.

"Good, good, good. I didn't expect you to be so brave. I'll let you know how powerful you are." The big guy didn't get angry but laughed instead. He opened his big hand that was like a pan and threw himself at Luo Tongtian.

"Sigh, this kid doesn't seem to know how powerful Iron Head is."

"That's right. It seems like another person will be joining us at the city gate tomorrow morning."

The onlookers sighed in their hearts. All of them had a pessimistic estimation of Luo Tongtian's fate.

Seeing that the iron head's big hand was about to grab Luo Tongtian's body, he turned around very naturally and avoided it like a slippery fish. This caused the iron head to be stunned.

"Brat, you still dare to dodge? Watch how I slap you to death."

Iron head flew into a rage out of humiliation and waved his big hand, bringing along a gust of wild wind and slapping towards Luo Tongtian.

"I think you're the one who's going to die, right? Get the hell out of my way!"

Luo Tongtian coldly harrumphed. His fist carried the power of thunder and struck the palm.

The impact of the fist caused the big guy to retreat continuously. Violent thunder force entered his body, causing his entire body to emit green smoke. His hair stood up straight and turned into an explosive shape.

"What? Did I see it wrong?"

"This small Sixth Level Hercules actually defeated a level seven expert in one move?"

The surrounding people had already come to a conclusion that Luo Tongtian would become Iron Head's sacrificial lamb. However, they never expected that Luo Tongtian would actually defeat Iron Head in one move.

"Brat, how dare you... touch me? Do you know that I'm from the Eagle Gang?" Iron Head roared with unwillingness.

"That's your problem. If you dare to cause trouble in front of me again, I'll twist your head." Luo Tongtian coldly finished his words and started to pace away unhurriedly.

Unexpectedly, the crowd suddenly dispersed. Dozens of members with embroidered hawks on their chests surrounded him. The leader of the group was an Eighth Grade expert.

"Brat, you dare to speak so arrogantly in the territory of Eagle Gang? Do you think you can leave?" The Eighth Grade expert pointed at Luo Tongtian. He did not conceal the thick killing intent in his eyes.

"I'm not leaving. I'm just standing here. I want to see what you can do to me."

Luo Tongtian had used up all his patience in the face of these detestable provocators. He took a deep breath and shouted at the Eighth Grade warrior in a cold voice.

"Brothers, kill him for me."

When the Eighth Grade Warrior saw how arrogant Luo Tongtian was, he ordered his subordinates to attack Luo Tongtian without hesitation.

On one side were more than forty ferocious, murderous outlaws, and on the other side was a small scholar with fair skin and a thin body.

Although this little scholar had already shown his initial combat strength, everyone still thought that he was just a fleeting moment. In the end, he was still a dish for the Eagle Gang.

This was because the Eagle Gang not only had a lot of people, but also a Half-step Martial Cultivator. To a Sixth Level Hercules, this was definitely a nightmare.

However, the development of the situation had once again exceeded their expectations.

Luo Tongtian stood firmly on the spot like a mountain, and only when the fist of the first Eagle Gang member was about to land on his head did he move half a foot away from his vitals.

His opponent's fist was about to hit nothing. He shrugged his shoulder and propped him up. Then, he pressed his right hand on his arm with lightning speed. With a cracking sound, the arm bone of the first ___ member broke into two pieces.

A shrill scream spread across the entire Sin City, but Luo Tongtian didn't stop.

His body spun like a terrifying whirlwind, rushing into the enemy's group and attacking without restraint. Wherever his iron fist went, the enemies would either die or be injured, causing those people to wail and wail in misery.

"Damn it, take my Bone Melting Palm!"

The leader of the eighth level warriors seemed to not have thought that Luo Tongtian's combat strength was so powerful, and his courage was even more shocking. He was shocked and angry. Finally, he personally attacked.

His originally strong and powerful palms became soft and weak at this moment. As they shook rapidly in the sky, waves of soft and feminine strength were stirred up.

This power was like a gentle spring breeze. It seemed to be soft and insignificant, but in fact, it possessed an extremely strong destructive force. Once it invaded a living creature's body, it would soften its bones and cause it to become a vegetable.

"Thunder! Thunder!"

Luo Tongtian shouted lightly. He formed a large fist with both hands and threw it out with ten thousand tons of thunder force.

Wherever the thunder light went, the soft and feminine power was purified.

Immediately after, the extremely fierce power hit the arm of the Eighth Grade Warrior, causing it to instantly distort and shatter. Blood and flesh flew everywhere. The right arm instantly burst into a cloud of blood fog and dissipated in the sky.

"Ah, you bastard, you actually dare to injure me."2

After losing his right arm, the Eighth Grade Warrior no longer had his arrogant appearance. He hugged his right shoulder and looked at Luo Tongtian as if he was looking at a devil. As he retreated, he cried out in pain.

More than forty enemies, including the Rank Eight Warrior in the lead, were all defeated in less than twenty breaths of time. This not only terrified them, but also stunned the onlookers.

"Is... Is this true?"

"Is there a problem with my eyes? Is he really a Sixth Level Hercules?"

"My god! The Sixth Level Hercules has actually displayed combat strength comparable to a Ninth Grade Warrior!"

The surrounding people discussed animatedly. Their faces were filled with disbelief. They were all subdued by Luo Tongtian's demeanor.

Behind the crowd was an ordinary, spotless, strange old man. After seeing Luo Tongtian's performance, his eyes flashed with a strange light.

He sized Luo Tongtian up for a while and said in a voice that only he could hear, "Even a Ninth Grade Warrior can't do such a thing. This kid seems to be able to be selected."

Luo Tongtian no longer had the appearance of a young scholar. With a murderous expression, he slowly came to the front of the Eighth Grade Warrior and asked in a cold voice, "Can I leave now?"

"Yes... Yes." The Eighth Grade Warrior nodded his head repeatedly with a face full of fear.

The Rank Eight Warrior finally let out a sigh of relief when he saw that Luo Tongtian did not kill him. Instead, he walked away leisurely.

At this moment, Iron Head, who was the first to make a move, came over and cautiously asked the Eighth Grade Warrior.

"Senior Brother, should we find more people to deal with him?"

"How many times have I told you? I asked you to be careful when making a move, but you provoked such a small malefic for me. You almost made me lose my life."

In his anger, the Level Eight Warrior waved his left arm, and a single wind hit the iron head until it was dizzy.

"Hehe, Eagle Gang has lost this time!"

"That's right. If you walk too many roads at night, you will always encounter ghosts."

"I don't think so. That kid is young and aggressive. Although his combat strength is comparable to a Ninth Grade Warrior, he doesn't know how to conceal his strength. In the end, he will still fall at the hands of Eagle Gang."

"That's right. There are three Tenth Grade Warriors in the Eagle Gang, plus that powerful Half-step Martial Cultivator. With such a grand line-up, wouldn't it be a piece of cake to deal with that kid?"

"Are you sure that this green-clothed little scholar doesn't have a backer?"

The surrounding spectators discussed amongst themselves, their expressions appearing extremely excited.

These people were all outlaws, viewing victory and defeat with great importance.

In the Sin City, there were dozens of such incidents every day, even if there weren't a hundred of them. These regular customers were like flies that smelled the stink, and they would go around these violent incidents every day, looking for something to watch and show their worth.

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