Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword-Chapter 82 - Battle with the Night Demon

Or rather, they weren’t willing to take the risk, after all, who among the Initial Separation Realm experts in Tianhang City would be willing to take such a risk.

Zhou Heng looked and saw that to fight a convicted criminal or a Demon Beast at the Spirit Gathering Realm, he needed to pay a Spirit Stone per entry.

He checked his wallet and had only two stones left.

Before the auction, he could fight two rounds.

He needed to figure out a way to get more Spirit Stones!

Gamble!

The Bloody Gladiator Arena arranged betting on many fights, allowing everyone to place bets with either money or Spirit Stones.

Using gambling to sustain battle, hmm, not bad!

Zhou Heng made up his mind, restored his original appearance to avoid being studied after winning repeatedly, which could inadvertently expose the grand secret of the Moon Bead.

“Do you want to challenge a convicted criminal or a Demon Beast at the Spirit Gathering Realm?” After Zhou Heng stated his purpose, he was taken to a study, where a man in his forties asked him.

“Convicted criminal,” Zhou Heng thought for a moment.

Humans were certainly smarter than Demon Beasts.

Besides absorbing power, he also wanted to use the pressure of life and death to force himself to reach the state of “momentum.”

Demon Beasts couldn’t give him such immense pressure!

“Fine, pay one Spirit Stone,” said the middle-aged man coldly.

Zhou Heng did as instructed and placed a Spirit Stone on the table.

The man picked it up, examined it, then nodded and asked, “Do you want to leave a name?”

“Zhou Heng!”

“Good, your fight will be arranged for around three o’clock in the afternoon.

Please wait here in advance.

If you don’t show up on time, it will be considered an automatic forfeiture, and the Spirit Stone will not be refunded,” said the middle-aged man, still expressionless.

“Got it!”

“If you die in the Beast Fighting Arena, we bear no responsibility!”

“Got it!”

“Alright, sign this document!”

After Zhou Heng signed the document of life and death, he left.

The middle-aged man immediately began to write on the paper: “Zhou Heng, Spirit Gathering Second Layer Heaven, combat power unknown.”

There was still plenty of time, so Zhou Heng returned to the inn.

Gu Zi did not go back to the Lone Extinct Sect, but had been staying inside his Nine Mystic Trial Tower, constantly challenging the opponents on the third level.

Although defeated over and over, her determination didn’t waver, which Zhou Heng found quite admirable.

Under such powerful opponents, she was forced to unleash all her potential and was gradually about to grasp the momentum of the Three-Colored Lotus.

Zhou Heng also entered the Nine Mystic Trial Tower.

Although the spiritual energy here was no different from the outside world, the advantage was that he wouldn’t be disturbed by anything, making it an ideal place for secluded meditation.

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Over the past few days, he had become more adept at using the Treasure Pagoda and found out that in order to enter the pagoda, he didn’t need to enlarge it to the size he could enter, but only needed to connect with it through his consciousness, and then he could be directly absorbed into it.

Of course, the distance couldn’t be too far; it had to be within the area his Divine Sense could cover, and there shouldn’t be anything in between.

His Divine Sense could now cover a space of about three zhang, so within this range, he could disappear like a ghost, which might not be sufficient for attacking experts, but was perfect for saving his own life, since who could notice the Nine Mystic Trial Tower shrunk to the size of a speck of dust?

No wonder the difficulty of obtaining it was so great.

Indeed, this item was a true treasure!

Gu Zi was even more obsessed with the Martial Path than Zhou Heng.

She had no intention of leaving after he had prepared plenty of food on the first level.

After eating something, Zhou Heng began to replay the combat process with the nine Silver Men in his mind, trying to discover the mystery of “momentum.”

By two o’clock in the afternoon, he left the Treasure Pagoda, tucked it away, and headed to the Bloody Gladiator Arena.

At this point, his battle information was already available.

His opponent was a convicted criminal known as the Night Demon, also at the Spirit Gathering Second Layer Heaven, with a record of three wins and no losses in the Beast Fighting Arena, making him a newbie.

Exactly because of this, there wasn’t much information on Night Demon, and his specific combat power could not be assessed.

Bets could be placed on this fight now.

Zhou Heng’s odds were ten to fourteen, and Night Demon’s were also low, ten to thirteen.

Considering Night Demon had won three consecutive times after all, his strength must be extraordinary, thus his odds were slightly lower.

Zhou Heng placed his only remaining property—a Spirit Stone—on himself without hesitation, but it was a pity that though Gu Zi had reached the Initial Separation Realm in cultivation, he barely possessed any fortune.

Moreover, he needed Spirit Stones to quickly recover from his injuries.

The landlord didn’t have any surplus to lend, almost snatching away Zhou Heng’s Spirit Stone.

In the preparation area, he could see the situation in the Beast Fighting Arena.

Two Body Refinement Realm ferocious beasts were engaged in a frenzied battle, splashing blood wildly before a victor was finally determined after a long struggle.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the next battle will be a fierce dragon-and-tiger fight at the Spirit Gathering Realm level!

The defendant is the infamous Night Demon with a fighting record of three wins and zero losses in the Bloody Gladiator Arena!”

A middle-aged man with a loud voice announced from the stands, his Body Refinement Realm cultivation strong enough to carry his voice to every corner of the Beast Fighting Arena.

“And the challenger is a newcomer, his name is—Zhou Heng!”

“Both fighters are at the Second Layer Heaven of the Spirit Gathering Realm.

Who will lose and who will win?

Ladies and gentlemen, you can place your bets now.

The battle will start in three minutes, so hurry up!”

Zhou Heng couldn’t help but grit his teeth.

The Treasures Pavilion really knew how to make money.

Even though he paid to fight to the death, he was still used for gambling, without getting any share of the benefits!

The three minutes passed quickly, and the iron bars in front of Zhou Heng whooshed upwards, revealing a passageway.

After walking about thirty feet, he would reach the combat area in the Beast Fighting Arena.

This area was a square, approximately a hundred feet on each side, surrounded by high walls that formed a huge cage, while rows of upward-slanting stands above could accommodate tens of thousands of people.

But today, the place appeared quite deserted, with only about thirty percent occupancy.

The audience was mostly male, but there were also women present.

When the Night Demon emerged from the opposite passageway, several women immediately let out excited screams.

They yanked their tops down from the neckline, swaying their breasts as if they were animals in heat.

Zhou Heng focused his gaze on his opponent, who was known only by his nickname.

This was a very skinny man with a stern face, dark skin, and a body shimmering with a strong murderous aura, almost materializing into a substance.

“There are no rules, the fight ends when one side admits defeat or dies!”

“Let the blood be spilled!”

“The fight begins!”

Zhou Heng didn’t launch an attack immediately but rather suppressed his strength to the average level of the Second Layer Heaven in the Spirit Gathering Realm.

He wanted to use the fight to advance his technique to the realm of “momentum,” and winning in one move would have no effect.

The Night Demon also didn’t rush to attack but began circling Zhou Heng while occasionally baring his teeth and sticking out his long tongue to lick his lips, as though savoring the taste of blood.

Cautiousness was necessary.

Although admitting defeat could end the fight, the death rate was still a shocking ninety percent!

Why?

Once someone saw red in battle, who cared what the opponent had to say?

One word—Kill!

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

Around the stands, the audience, growing impatient, started shouting loudly.

The noise formed an ocean, continuously stimulating Zhou Heng and the Night Demon’s fighting spirits.

Whoosh, the Night Demon moved.

His figure flickered, mysterious in motion, advancing towards Zhou Heng with a strange stepping technique.

Zhou Heng only watched for a moment before feeling dizzy.

He hurriedly closed his eyes and captured his opponent’s movements with his opened Divine Sense—the stepping technique had the effect of confusing the mind.

“Die!” With a sharp, low cry, the Night Demon charged forward, his right hand opening to reveal a glowing blue dagger.

Ding!

Zhou Heng raised his sword to parry, unleashing the Flying Waterfall Sword Technique.

Suddenly, cascades of waterfalls appeared in the sky, formed from Sword Qi, threatening the Night Demon significantly.

He didn’t use the Black Sword; instead, he temporarily bought an ordinary long sword which, under his Spiritual Power’s amplification, could still be fatal to a Spirit Gathering Realm martial artist.

After a tentative clash, the Night Demon flipped away, instantly leaping back thirty feet.

Licking the dagger with his tongue, he revealed a bloodthirsty smile and said, “I haven’t tasted human blood in a long time!

I sure miss being free.

Back when I wiped out a village, I drank the blood of over a hundred people in one go, such a nostalgic memory!”

“Especially the blood of young children and virgins, so sweet it drives one mad!”

Feeling his killing intent stir, Zhou Heng knew that those who fought here were death-row inmates, but he was unclear to what extent their wickedness went.

However, hearing what the Night Demon said, he knew these people deserved to die!

Even dying a hundred times would not be excessive!

“Even though it’s the blood of a man, times are tough, so I’m not picky!” With a fierce howl, the Night Demon moved again, using the same mind-bewildering stepping technique to lunge fiercely at Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng, however, opened his eyes, which blazed with killing intent.

“Ha ha ha, you dare to open your eyes?

Do you want to die that badly?” The Night Demon laughed loudly, his moves merciless.

His right hand swept forward, the dagger aiming to slice through Zhou Heng’s neck.

Impregnated with Spiritual Power, even a non-magic artifact could sever the body of a Spirit Gathering Realm practitioner.

Zhou Heng snorted coldly.

Ding ding ding, his long sword danced, repelling all of the Night Demon’s attacks.

“Eh, how can you be unaffected by my ‘Ghost Shadow Step’?” exclaimed the Night Demon.