868: C868 He Won

C868 He Won

Whoosh!

A series of explosions rang out from within the barrier.

The spectators saw the Heaven-ranked cultivator within the barrier release a proud attack technique.

He raised his sword and pointed it towards the sky, instantly condensing a wave of spiritual energy. The spiritual energy wrapped around his treasured sword, and following his charge, a shadow appeared.

When he charged at the earth-ranked cultivator, his figure actually split into three halfway!

The three figures looked like they were real and couldn't tell which one was real and which one was fake. It was truly a headache.

The cultivator's fear turned into fear.

Seeing the three figures charging toward him with murderous intent, he panicked and tried to think of a way to deal with them.

Hmph, since you can't tell the truth, then cut three with one slash!

Earth! The cultivator took a few steps back, and at the same time, he gathered his strength into his saber. Then, when his opponent rushed over, he decisively slashed with his saber.

Chi!

Bang!

...

A deafening explosion rang out from the saber, shaking the entire barrier to the point of trembling.

After a blinding flash of light, there was only one person standing in the arena. It was the thin cultivator with the Heaven Symbol.

In the arena, there were actually three figures that looked exactly like him that flew towards him in a split second. Like lightning, they merged with him in the next moment.

At the same time, a body suddenly flew over from the barrier. With a bang, it collided with the barrier, as if it had stuck to it.

This body was an Earth-ranked cultivator.

Just like that, his body slid down the glass-like barrier. As he slid down, his body slowly split into three pieces... One blade and three pieces?

The Earth-ranked cultivator seemed to have already died.

The person who collected the debt stood up and announced, "The Earth Character is dead, the winner is the Heaven Character!"

He shouted with great excitement.

Because he had earned quite a lot of Taoist Fruit in this wave.

As for the group of spectators, most of them were dejected, and their boos were loud. They even looked at the dead Earth Character cultivator's corpse with disdain.

It was only because they had just bought the Earth Character. Moreover, there were several spectators who had spent a lot of Taoist Fruit to buy the Earth Character Cultivator's victory. In the end, they had lost all of their money, and they couldn't help but feel angry and regretful for this loss.

The people who didn't win the bet left amidst the booing, and they dispersed like a pair of flies.

The spectators who had won the bet went to collect the Taoist Fruit they had won.

The number of spectators who won the bet was actually not many. Moreover, the bets they placed were not large. In addition, the odds were not high, so they did not obtain much of the Taoist Fruit.

The true beneficiary was still the arena.

This was the unique way they fought for the Taoist Fruit.

Among the spectators who received the Taoist Fruit, Di and Zhou Hao were the ones who paid the most attention.0

They had just spent five taels of Taoist Fruit on the bet, and the odds were one to five. Therefore, they had earned a total of twenty-five taels on the bet. Adding the five taels they had placed on the bet, there was a total of thirty two taels, which meant that there were three complete Taoist Fruit.

When Di received the Taoist Fruit, she did not forget the words she had said to Zhou Hao just now.

She had indeed obtained twenty-five taels of Taoist Fruit. The remaining five taels of primitive Taoist Fruit were handed over to Zhou Hao.

This little money-grubber laughed until his eyes disappeared after taking twenty-five taels of Taoist Fruit.

When they went to collect the Taoist Fruit just now, the person who collected the debt saw that so many Taoist Fruit were given to someone else, and he still had a pained expression on his face.

Di took some of the Taoist Fruit and brought Zhou Hao to the next fighting arena.

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