Invincible Divine Doctor of the Beautiful Lady-Chapter 942 - 916 Martial Combat Zone

The five of them quickly arrived at the Martial Combat Zone, where it was indeed bustling with excitement. This massive area was already packed to the brim, with at least two thousand people present. This place was akin to a huge Ancient Roman Colosseum, with tiered seating all around, and a circular Martial Combat Stage with a hundred-meter diameter in the center.

At this moment, there were also two people fighting on the Martial Combat Stage, both were in the Mystic Law Realm, seemingly at the First Layer from their aura.

Their fight was quite intense, though not particularly thrilling.

Tangyu and the others found a spot to stand and watch the combat on the stage.

After observing for a while, Tangyu asked, "Guang Touqiang, is this fight spontaneous or organized by someone?"

Guang Touqiang replied, "Usually there’s organization, sometimes even betting like in a colosseum, but today’s seems spontaneous, no one organizing. With so many people here, it seems more like a warm-up before the selection. But later, bets might start, as such sparring alone isn’t too entertaining."

Tangyu smirked, "Just like those underground fights on Earth."

Guang Touqiang laughed, "If you’re interested, Young Master Tang, you could go up and have a go. It’s all for sparring, stopping before going too far, so it’s quite harmonious, rarely resulting in fatalities."

Tangyu smiled and shook his head, "These people are too weak; I have no interest."

"Uh—" Guang Touqiang twitched his lips but didn’t really believe Tangyu, thinking he might be boasting. He doubted these nameless individuals had much prowess.

In his experience, they didn’t seem particularly strong.

Luo Xiaobing had just broken through to the Mystic Law Realm, and her strength was still quite weak, plus being a woman, she had no desire to fight on stage.

However, Zi Cang and Yu Feng showed some interest, their eyes gleaming. They were looking for breakthroughs, so the sparring held considerable appeal. Perhaps this could be the opportunity they needed for a breakthrough. If they couldn’t reach the Mystic Law Realm Second Layer, they couldn’t confidently become Yanshan Sect disciples.

Failing to become disciples meant their first step had already failed, making the path to becoming an Immortal even more difficult and remote.

They had a strong commitment to breakthrough, driven by desperation.

After a while, the two on the combat stage finally decided the outcome, with a blue-clad man narrowly winning. Both had comparable strength, but the blue-clad man practiced the Golden Path, while the white-clad man practiced the Wood Path.

The Five Elements cycle of promoting and overcoming, gold overcomes wood.

Thus, the blue-clad man’s swordsmanship was a natural counter to the white-clad man’s.

Of course, this kind of counter only works to a certain extent; if the strength difference is too large, it wouldn’t matter. It’s only when strengths are similar that this effect can be more pronounced. Ultimately, strength is what counts.

The blue-clad man smiled proudly and bowed slightly to the white-clad man, "I acknowledge your skill, friend."

The white-clad man shook his head, bowed slightly, and quickly left the stage.

Having won a match, the blue-clad man was somewhat elated, scanning the surroundings, "Any fellow friends willing to come up for a spar? I, Ye Zimu, humbly await your challenge."

Guang Touqiang glanced at Zi Cang and Yu Feng, "This Ye Zimu’s strength is average; if you want to try, now’s a good chance. Later, some genuinely formidable figures might appear."

Yu Feng smiled and shook his head, "No rush."

Guang Touqiang felt a bit defeated; could these people indeed be quite powerful?

Was his luck so good today that he had chance encounters with big fish?

Suddenly, a man in golden clothes flew onto the combat stage, hands behind his back, exuding arrogance. His eyes disdainfully swept over Ye Zimu, whose face immediately changed, hurriedly conceding, "I surrender," and hastily left the stage.

Tangyu raised an eyebrow, "Who is this? Seems like an expert."

Guang Touqiang swallowed, "An expert, indeed. Although not among the most acclaimed young talents, he’s definitely formidable. His name is Lei Shanfu, the eldest of the Lei Family in Yanshan City. The Lei Family is quite influential here, and Lei Shanfu is known for his prowess, listed as one of Yanshan City’s five young masters. It’s said he’s even killed someone in the Mystic Law Realm Second Layer. He’s nearly certain to pass the Yanshan Sect disciple selection."

Only then did Tangyu understand, "So, he’s from Yanshan City and has killed someone at the Mystic Law Realm Second Layer; indeed, his strength is noteworthy, making him a strong contender."

Lei Shanfu wore a slight smile, casting a calm glance around him. He spoke in a resonant voice, "Fellow cultivators, since today is so lively, let’s take this opportunity to have some real fun. If we’re going to play, we might as well make it exciting. Small games would just be too dull. I’m Lei Shanfu, though not so talented, I would like to set up a small bet here. The stakes for the first round are not much, just a thousand as the base. I believe everyone knows the rules well, anyone willing to teach me, please step onto the stage."

Saying this, Lei Shanfu placed a thousand lower grade Pure Yang Stones into a groove at the edge of the Martial Combat Stage.

Tangyu asked curiously, "What does this mean?"

Guangtou Qiang chuckled and said, "Haha, haven’t heard of it before, have you? It’s a gambling duel. The base is a thousand lower grade Pure Yang Stones. If someone goes up, they have to contribute a thousand as well, making the base two thousand. After the first round, if someone joins for the second round, they would need to put in two thousand, and so on. The gamble continues like this, but every six rounds make a cycle, and after one cycle, the victor remaining on stage can choose to end."

"If they do not end, they can continue until no one challenges the stage anymore. Haha, isn’t this a fun play?"

Tangyu grinned and nodded, "It really is fun, the further it goes, the more thrilling it gets. A thousand base, by six rounds, becomes thirty-two thousand; if it goes to ten rounds, it becomes unimaginable. By twelve rounds, everyone would probably go mad. The final victor would really hit the jackpot."

Guangtou Qiang nodded, "Yes, it’s very crazy. The ultimate winner surely strikes gold. The most fierce game on record went for eighteen rounds, and the base flipped to over two million lower grade Spirit Stones."

"Insane, utterly insane." Tangyu couldn’t help clicking his tongue.

Over two million lower grade Spirit Stones is a massive fortune, probably beyond the reach of even a large power.

"Crazy enough, right? This kind of play has become very popular. Haha, with so many people here today, I expect it will be quite thrilling, though I wonder how many rounds it will go. Judging by the scene, not one of the top ten or so loudest is here. Perhaps they don’t think it’s worth their while. However, there are still some formidable figures around." Guangtou Qiang said.

Tangyu had already noticed; there were sixteen people bound to pass the selection with certainty. Another twenty were very strong, with an eighty to ninety percent chance. The level below would be like Lei Shanfu, with about a sixty to seventy percent chance.

Basically, the young talents could be categorized into these three levels.

Among the second tier of young talents, Tangyu found quite a few, at least a dozen, suggesting there was excitement in store.

Tangyu was somewhat interested in this kind of gameplay, and wouldn’t mind trying if an appropriate opponent appeared.

"Haha, Lei Shanfu, I’ve heard of your great name for a long time. Since you’re in the mood today, I’ll play with you for a bit as a warm-up. Let’s liven up the atmosphere." A loud laugh was heard as a man stepped forward.

He was elegant, with an imposing presence, truly distinguished.

He appeared to be about twenty-four or twenty-five. In style and elegance, he was certainly above Lei Shanfu. He gave the impression of a refined scholar, like a cultured gentleman from a wealthy family, gentle and gracious, with a scholarly aura.

Lei Shanfu looked over and smiled lightly, "So it’s Qi Long from Liuyang City. I’ve also heard your great reputation. Today upon meeting, it truly matches the legend. Since Daoist Qi Long is willing to instruct, let’s begin."

Qi Long nodded, placing a thousand lower grade Pure Yang Stones into the groove.

Lei Shanfu flicked a wrist, and a purple iron hammer appeared in his hand.

Qi Long moved his hand, and a wooden stick, about as thick as a child’s wrist, appeared. The stick was amber-colored and quite beautiful.

Seeing Qi Long holding a wooden stick, Tangyu couldn’t help but think of a character, "Sun Wukong."

Lei Shanfu moved, swinging the hammer forcefully down towards Qi Long with a fierce aesthetic of power. As the hammer came crashing down, it sounded like a rolling thunder on a clear day, overwhelming in might.

The hammer strike made it feel like even a mountain could be flattened, its force truly terrifying.

Lei Shanfu’s strength was indeed significant. With just one move, many were stunned, unconsciously holding their breath, eyes wide as they watched the arena.

Qi Long quickly went into combat mode, his expression turning serious, focusing his energy. He wielded the wooden stick, thrusting it forward to meet Lei Shanfu’s hammer head-on.

Thud—

Lei Shanfu’s hammer struck heavily upon the wooden stick in Qi Long’s hand, yet surprisingly the stick held firm without deformation. The tremendous force clash erupted, letting out a muffled sound.

"Lei Shanfu practices the Thunder Path, while Qi Long follows the Wood Path. One is aggressive, the other stable and profound, their strengths are quite evenly matched." Tangyu commented as he observed the battleground.