Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword-Chapter 83 - Thousand Yin Hand Liu Huang

This was what Gu Zi’s master taught her, though she had never made the breakthrough—not even her master had mastered it, it was only passed down by her grandmaster.

Her relentless efforts in the Nine Mystic Trial Tower these past days were indeed for the purpose of trying to achieve the realm of momentum under immense pressure.

Zhou Heng also coveted the Battle Power of the Silver Man, but since he had easily cleared the second level of the trial tower, and was restricted from the third level due to his realm, he had to look for an opponent here!

He hoped to encounter a genius with outstanding talent, just like the Silver Man in the Heart Net Hall, one who could push him to his limit.

“Kill!” “Kill!” “Kill!”

Shouts like a sea surrounded the stands, the blood stirring them into frenzied cheers, some women even revealing their white, bare bottoms, shaking them towards the stands below in a beast-in-heat manner.

In the face of life and death, so-called morality was shattered into pieces.

“Kid, give up resisting, I’ll grant you a quick death!” The Night Demon’s eyes turned blood-red, his skin even more shriveled, appearing as if only a skeleton remained.

His aura suddenly rose to the Spirit Gathering Third Layer Heaven!

This was clearly a secret technique that temporarily boosted his cultivation level by one realm, but the price was…unknown.

Zhou Heng showed a hint of pity; if this person’s Dantian Space had been slightly larger, then after rising one realm, he would truly have been qualified to fight against him.

Alas, ordinary people were still too plentiful, unable to push him to his potential.

“Die!” The Night Demon pounced, spreading his arms, gliding through the air, truly like a demon hunting in the night.

Zhou Heng sighed, this opponent was too weak, unable to put any pressure on him, contributing nothing to his exploration of momentum.

If that was the case, then it was time to end it!

Pff!

Zhou Heng stepped forward swiftly, his right-hand long sword thrusting out, easily sweeping aside the Night Demon’s defenses and piercing his chest.

But he contained his spiritual power within the blade; this strike seriously wounded the Night Demon but did not kill him.

“I concede—”

Pff!

Just as the Night Demon was about to concede, Zhou Heng’s left hand already held a black Broken Sword, slicing across the Night Demon’s neck, blood spraying wildly!

Death!

Whoosh—the stands erupted in ear-piercing screams.

The spectators did not care who ultimately won; they simply wanted to see bloodshed, to witness death.

At this moment’s arrival, they naturally went wild as if injected with chicken blood.

Zhou Heng turned and left, the passageways on both sides reopening, and he returned to the rest area.

After changing clothes, he collected his wager, but there was only one standard Spirit Stone along with two fragmented ones, adding up to no more than 500 grams.

Loss!

There were originally two more Spirit Stones!

The capital was too low; this business was a big loss!

After some thought, he went to the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion again, disguised himself once more as Li Hong, and met with Ma Kuanjun.

“Young Master Li, what brings you here?” Ma Kuanjun was puzzled; why had this fellow come again?

Did he want to take back the Moon Bead and not sell it?

That wouldn’t do—the Pavilion had already begun its promotional campaign.

Zhou Heng smiled and said, “I am a bit short on funds recently and would like to get an advance on some Spirit Stones!”

“No problem!” Ma Kuanjun sighed in relief and said, “The Moon Bead is priceless, but each is worth at least a thousand Spirit Stones.

If it doesn’t sell, the Pavilion would be very happy to absorb it ourselves!”

The setup in Tianhang City was still somewhat small; in Bright Moon Country, Moon Beads were extremely sought after and could easily fetch a price over five hundred—not Lower Grade Spirit Stones, but Middle Grade, which were worth ten times more!

But no one would ever trade Middle Grade Spirit Stones for Lower Grade ones; that would be too much of a loss!

If the Pavilion could secure them for a thousand Lower Grade Spirit Stones, Heavenly Treasure Pavilion would be making a fortune, save for some transport costs.

“Young Master Li, I’ll advance you a thousand Spirit Stones now, is that sufficient?”

“That’ll do!” Zhou Heng nodded, as a thousand Spirit Stones would be enough for him to fight a thousand battles without gambling.

After writing a receipt, Ma Kuanjun handed him ten black pieces of paper, very sturdy, with a unique material and golden threads running through them.

One side of the black paper read, “One hundred, Lower Grade,” while the other bore the three characters “Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.”

These Spirit Tickets from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, similar to silver notes, could be exchanged for Spirit Stones at any branch of the Pavilion, otherwise acquiring treasures worth tens of thousands of Spirit Stones would mean bringing carriages full of them.

With Spirit Tickets, the convenience was unparalleled.

Of course, only a power like the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion had the credibility to issue Spirit Tickets—who would trust anyone else’s?

Zhou Heng, already having heard from Gu Zi, avoided making a faux pas by asking Ma Kuanjun what it was, and promptly left the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion to settle down in an inn.

The next day, Zhou Heng continued to fight in the Beast Fighting Arena.

Aside from using one Spirit Stone to pay the entry fee, he bet all his remaining Spirit Stones on himself.

Victory!

Victory!

Victory!

For three consecutive days, Zhou Heng had won three battles, adding to his victory against the Night Demon, he now had a four-win streak at the Bloody Gladiator Arena, establishing a small reputation for himself.

However, with the increase in his wins, his betting odds had decreased; currently, they had fallen to twelve for ten.

Even so, he had accumulated a wealth of seventeen hundred Spirit Stones.

When Zhou Heng returned to the Beast Fighting Arena, the person in charge personally came to see him and asked if he was willing to accept a hierarchic challenge—to fight a death row inmate from the Third Layer Heaven of the Spirit Gathering Realm!

Zhou Heng would not have to pay an entrance fee for this; instead, he would be given an extra hundred Spirit Stones.

Merchants are profit-driven; offering Zhou Heng such favorable conditions naturally meant they expected to recoup their investment through the betting on the fight.

Zhou Heng naturally agreed.

The Third Layer Heaven of the Spirit Gathering Realm?

He had already slaughtered opponents from that level when he first entered the Spirit Gathering Realm, and now it was as easy as killing chickens or slaughtering dogs.

This time, the battle was not to commence immediately but was scheduled for two days later.

—Just like announcing a precious auction item in advance, such a heavyweight and eye-popping grand battle naturally needed to be well-promoted.

Zhou Heng was to fight a bloody battle with “Thousand Yin Hand” Liu Huang!

After the Beast Fighting Arena released this news, the entire Tianhang City was shaken.

Thousand Yin Hand Liu Huang was one of the top ten experts at the Beast Fighting Arena!

At the initial period of the Third Layer Heaven and sixty-five years old, he excelled in palm techniques; his Chaotic Rain Palm technique was like having a thousand hands, and he had a record of eighty-nine victories and seven defeats in the arena.

Of those eighty-nine victories, he had directly killed his opponent sixty-five times, caused twenty-two to die from severe injuries, and only two survived—but both were severely disabled!

Although he had seven defeats, the fact that he had kept his life proved his strength.

The gap between the Second and the Third Layer Heaven of the Spirit Gathering Realm is already immense, and with Liu Huang’s impressive battle record, naturally, no one was optimistic about Zhou Heng.

The odds were quickly established: Zhou Heng’s victory was set at seven to one!

And Liu Huang’s victory?

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Only a fool would doubt Liu Huang’s victory.

Bets were placed on whether Zhou Heng would die instantly, succumb to a fatal injury later, or be left disabled—there were only three options.

Instant death, eleven for ten; death from severe injury, fifteen for ten; disabled, twenty-two for ten.

These odds were based on Liu Huang’s past performances, and even with only a ten percent profit margin, most people still bet on instant death.

This battle not only attracted the attention of the entire city’s populace but also alarmed the martial artists from Nine Peaks.

“What, Zhou Heng is going to fight Liu Huang?”

“He’s seeking death!”

“Zhou Heng?

Is he the kid who broke through to the Spirit Gathering Realm at eighteen?

I’ve heard he has a Twin Spirit Body; though it is only a Three-Star Human Spirit Body, his Bloodline Power is not to be underestimated!”

“I have to go and watch this!”

Two days later, just one day before the Moon Bead and Wind Spirit Fruit auction, the Beast Fighting Arena staged a battle even more anticipated than a great showdown between dragons and tigers.

“Ladies and gentlemen, today our Beast Fighting Arena will present you with an exceedingly exciting fight, featuring our promising new star, Zhou Heng, challenging one of our true fighters from the Beast Fighting Arena, Thousand Yin Hand—Liu Huang!”

A roar of crazy cheers erupted all around; the stands were packed with no seats unoccupied, and many people were even standing to watch.

The top-tier private boxes were also six or seven parts full, these were disciples from Nine Peaks.

“I believe everyone has been waiting for a long time.

Please take this last opportunity to place your bets, as the fight will begin in five minutes, after which no more bets will be accepted!”

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The iron barrier of the passage was raised, and Zhou Heng strode forward.

As he set foot on the battle arena of the Beast Fighting Arena, a burly man also emerged from the opposite passage, which immediately sparked an uproar of cheers and even some women crazily baring their breasts.

So this is Thousand Yin Hand Liu Huang?

Given the moniker, one would expect this person to have a slim figure and be known for agility, but unexpectedly, he resembled a bear-like Da Han.

Before the allotted time arrived, Zhou Heng and Liu Huang gazed at each other, each taking the measure of their opponent.

This guy, he’s strong!

A glint of fighting spirit flashed in Zhou Heng’s eyes.

After fighting for several days, he had finally met an opponent who could stir some enthusiasm in him.

“Time’s up, begin!”

Whoosh!

Liu Huang immediately lunged forward, his hands spread out casting multiple shadows, truly like having a thousand arms, madly striking towards Zhou Heng.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Zhou Heng met the assault with his fists, exchanging a dozen punches before he was forcibly pushed back more than twenty paces, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The opponent’s strength was more formidable than he had imagined!

The aura was indeed that of the initial period of the Third Layer Heaven, but the strength was definitely more!

This was no ordinary Spirit Gathering Third Layer Heaven cultivator, but a genius whose Dantian space was much larger than the average person’s!

Worthy of a challenge!

Zhou Heng’s eyes suddenly brightened.