Rumors of a Bad Queen

Form a hidden identity III (revision)

When one of the tournament guards and Mei Miyan interact outside the tournament, now that the match is taking place on a luxurious stage in the middle of an arena that has not been used since the beginning of the event, two fighters have now stood to fulfill their desire to fight strong people despite betting on life and death themselves.

The stage was the center of attention of seven floors where the audience was high, and the highest floor was used for important guests.

One of the people named Wukang who was sitting on the sixth floor of the wealthy noble house suddenly opened his mouth when he saw such a sight. "A comforting spectacle."

"May meet your taste sir." The bodyguard sitting behind him also nodded, he was the type of bodyguard assigned to guard the safety of the guests.

Wukang could not bear to sneer. "I like to see people defend their little lives for the entertainment of nobles like us who have money and everything, whereas they are just miserly and narrow-brained people."

The ground floor spectators also noticed two fighters whose one of the fighters was staring at the opponent full of anger.

Someone sounded screaming. "It's really a gamble between life and death! Both fighters were both peak level dou master practitioners! We have a hard time deciding who the winner is, right?!"

The person not far from him shook his head. "No, one level eight only differs by one level. If the difference is covered by the experience of fighting the winner can not be predicted!"

Not long after the wave of grievances from the onlookers fell, the two swords clashed against each other creating shock waves of a radius of two meters above the arena, not long after, the two people who participated in the battle immediately threw more than ten attacks in a row but none of the two had any scratches.

One of the shorter fighters looked extremely angry, the kind of anger that peaked and heated up as if it had burned all of his blood to the point of yawning and he shouted with all of his voice. "Today I must avenge the death of my brother who you killed here last year so miserably!"

His opponent only remained silent, after a while he muttered. "That's the song I always hear..."

For too long he had followed the match and won the match by killing his opponent. Hundreds of lives had already been slashed using his sword, his honor and strength were many times overbearing until he finally realized the fact that one's life was something very small for a rotten world like this.

"You see that stage you've been stepping on? On this stage.. Ah, no! Perhaps in the whole world the law of eating and eating always applies. If I hadn't killed your brother, I would have been killed here wouldn't that be the rule?"

Although the words spoken were very slow but were heard all over the floor. Since getting to know cultivation all throw away their humanitarian attitude to reach for higher power.

Bai Qingyun glanced at the golden-masked woman beside her and she said very slowly only to be heard by them. "Qiu'er in this game maybe you are forced to see a moment of murder, just close your eyes if you can't stand it and feel a little nauseous."

Usually someone who wasn't old enough would feel nauseous if they saw the killing with their own eyes, so Bai Qingyun couldn't bear to feel worried.

Although Bai Qingyun felt that Qiuxi was a unique girl still Qiuxi was just an imperial girl who might not have seen blood in any battle, even though Nanfang was the weakest among the four empires, there is also the most peaceful place so the type of fighting and killing rarely occurs there.

Qiuxi suddenly laughed faintly. "I know the world became like this, they were always at the labeli rank for their cultivation. One is in control of his ambitions and the other is in control of revenge..."

Qiuxi looked at the two fighters as if they were looking at two stars fighting, tearing each other apart and tearing their bodies with swords. The blood that seeped down the floor, the rancid smell that was in the air.This was a cultivator's world that he had never seen before when he was still around in the 21st century, and when he was still in Jakarta watching from the television broadcast of wrestling and boxing, that kind of fight would not kill his opponent to death, since here was the world of cultivators then the fighting style would come to the point of the final blood.

"Young master Bai, what power can be removed from this world and what scale of killing can be reduced?"

Bai Qingyun wanted to answer but could not say the answer, because Qiuxi's question was something a little girl like her who was thirteen could not understand.

Qiuxi stopped asking further because stopping him was not something he could do, and also the mystery of the system that had him trapped in the novel world like this was also beyond the limits of his reasoning.

Qiuxi's black eyes narrowed for a moment and when he looked at the cracks of his golden mask, his eyes were slightly yellow and he looked towards the sky where the gods were.

If anyone believed in the existence of a god, Qiuxi could not bear to sneer blatantly and spit on their faces because the one that filled his brain with missions and that made him transmigrate was clearly..

System of.

Just as Qiuxi was rebuking the system, suddenly the sound of screaming echoed.

Arkhich!

One of the fighters who lost one hand began to scream in pain, until a miserable voice was heard on all sides of the tournament as the spectators cheered happily for the final outcome of their bet-making would finally be determined.

One of the spectators shouted. "Quick finish him! Quickly cut his neck!"

The audience also screamed in anger. "I bet my money on you! Quickly fight back! Jagan made us lose money just because you lost one hand!"

One fighter who lost his hand now fell off his balance but he was still able to drain the energy in order to stop the bleeding when he saw his opponent who had suddenly fallen. "My one arm is enough to sacrifice your life. Like your brother you're a formidable opponent, so your grudge is to keep it in our meeting in hell."

After finishing his words he instantly finished off his already helpless opponent on the tournament floor.

When someone fell down and could not stand up again Master Huo hurriedly announced the winner, but before he could say it someone had already preceded him.

"Does this tournament allow poison?" The voice was not too low nor was it too high, a faint but still clear soft voice to be heard.

Master Huo nodded his head. "Ah, Ghost Alchemist?"

He then shook his head before continuing to say. "Of course not, it's the same as cheating. It is only permissible to use a weapon as a swordsman. Like a sharp and agile swordplay to prove the level of their practitioners so it is not allowed to use poison let alone do it secretly as a cowardly act."

Qiuxi smiled and she pointed at the one person standing at the grace of the tournament, her eyes half-sharp before she asked in a cold voice.

"So why would he dare to play this trick in front of me?"

Qiuxi then used flying runes, before she set foot she landed perfectly. As his legs dangled lightly in the middle of the tournament stage, he then walked towards the fallen fighter before his eyes.

He then smiled coldly, as if a smile that caused a sense of pressure to make anyone who saw it could not bear to shiver in the cold.

Qiuxi smiled but also not a smile as she said. "My revenge will be replaced here."