My Cultivation Prowess Peaks after I Buried the Great Emperor's Corpse

Chapter 228  Arena, Gambling!

The night was silent.

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Because they had enough demon stones, they passed the second half of the night safely.

Early the next morning, Lu Chentian led Lin Wudao and the others into Sin City. Lu Chentian would never have dared to enter in the past, but today, with Lin Wudao's existence, his confidence increased greatly.

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Lin Wudao's impression of Sin City was that it was dilapidated and desolate.

At a glance, it was lifeless.

Although there were all kinds of exiles on the streets of the city, everyone exuded a monstrous fiendish aura, and their eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty light.

In short, no one looked like a good person.

"This Sin City is even more chaotic than the previous City of Sin."

After sizing up the place for a long time, Lin Wudao shook his head and sighed.

"It's indeed very unbearable. However, this is a land of exile where people fight death almost every day. Unless someone can rule the Land of Sins, I'm afraid that this won't change," Xiao Jinglun said in a deep voice.

They quickly arrived at the center of Sin City.

It was very lively here.

In the middle of the square was a huge arena.

At this moment, with the arena as the center, the figures of the exiles surrounded it in all directions. They were all watching the arena closely, and from time to time, the crowd erupted with shocked exclamations.

All of them were extremely excited, and their eyes were filled with ferocity and bloodlust.

One could even hear the sounds of intense fighting coming from the arena.

"What are they doing?" Lin Wudao asked curiously.

"Fighting in the arena. In Sin City, on the last day of every month, the three magnates will hold an arena tournament. They will randomly select two people from the many exiles to fight to the death in the arena. Whichever side wins will be able to obtain the demon stones that the other party bet. This is the only entertainment activity in Sin City," Lu Chentian introduced.

Hearing this, Lin Wudao's interest was piqued.

"Let's go and take a look."

As they spoke, the group of people immediately arrived at the side of the arena.

Looking up, he saw that there were two camps on the east and west sides of the arena. Each of them was ferocious and kept shouting.

"The faction to the east is the Black Demon Palace, and the leader is Lord Qin Xiuluo. The force to the west was the Madman's Pavilion, and the leader is Lord Yan Shan. They are all Divine Pedestal realm powerhouses. As usual, their bets start at 10,000 demon stones," Lu Chentian whispered.

Upon hearing this, Lin Wudao's calm gaze swept past Qin Xiuluo and Yan Shan before finally focusing on the center of the arena.

He saw two majestic figures fighting madly.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

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Fierce attacks were exchanged in the arena, violent and bloodthirsty. The two competitors used all their strength to kill each other.

"Ah!"

After about fifteen minutes, a miserable cry sounded. One of the burly men was cut in half at the waist and died.

"Hahaha, good! Yan Shan, you have lost."

Black Demon Palace's Lord Qin Xiuluo abruptly stood up from his seat, his ferocious face filled with an arrogant smile.

Boom!

As he spoke, one of his subordinates moved the 10,000 demon stones in front of Yan Shan and placed them at Qin Xiuluo's feet.

"Hmph, a bunch of trash! They're both at the mid-stage of the Divine Strength realm, but he can't even hold on for an hour. This kind of trash deserves to die!"

Having lost his demon stones, Yan Shan cursed loudly.

He was very unhappy with the result because so far, he had lost eight matches in a row.

"Brother Yan, your luck today isn't very good. You've chosen eight times in a row but they're all trash. Do you want me to give you another chance? Shall we play again?"

Qin Xiuluo laughed haughtily.

"Play my ass! I've already lost eight matches in a row, so I won't be accompanying you today. I'll come back for a decisive battle with you after I've gathered enough demon stones next month."

After saying that, Yan Shan led his men and left the arena.

"Tsk, coward."

Looking at Yan Shan's departing figure, Qin Xiuluo sneered in disdain.

Who in Sin City didn't know of his name as the God of Gamblers? His luck had always been pretty good.

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"Is there anyone else who wants to play? Today, I am in a good mood. You can bet as little as you want. No matter how much it is, even if it's just one demon stone, as long as you win, you can take all these demon stones in front of me."

Suddenly, Qin Xiuluo's arrogant voice resounded throughout the arena.

Hearing this, Lin Wudao could not help but feel interested.

There were at least 30,000 demon stones in front of Qin Xiuluo. If he won, it would be like getting something for nothing.

"Lu Chentian, what are the rules of the arena?"

"Brother Lin, you... Don't tell me you want to go and bet with Qin Xiuluo?"

"Yes, I do have this thought."

Lin Wudao smiled faintly.

"Uh... Brother Lin, I advise you to think twice before you act. As the Lord of the Black Demon Palace, Qin Xiuluo isn't a kind person. Even if you win, you might not be able to take away the demon stones in his hands. Even if you have the life to win, you won't have the life to spend it. Moreover, Qin Xiuluo has always been a vengeful person. If you win, he will definitely not let you off," Lu Chentian reminded him in a low voice.

Lin Wudao took no heed of it.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

"Then... Alright then. To be honest, the rules of the arena are very simple. Both sides of the bet will randomly select an exile to go up on the arena. In the end, whoever's chosen exile survives will win. The person who wins can obtain all the demon stones that the other party bet."

Lu Chentian introduced the rules of the arena.

Whoosh!

After he finished speaking, Lin Wudao immediately flashed and arrived at the arena.

"I'm here to try my luck,"

He sat at Yan Shan's previous seat.

Then, he threw 50 demon stones on the ground.

Hmm? Another one who wasn't afraid of death?

Whoosh!

As Lin Wudao stepped into the arena, everyone's eyes instantly gathered on him.

All of them revealed looks of bewilderment.

"Eh, where did this hothead come from?"

"I don't know. I've never seen him before."

"This person... I've never seen him in Sin City before. Could he be a new exile?"

"It should be."

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Incessant discussions could be heard from the crowd.

At this moment, they were all guessing Lin Wudao's identity and background.

Even the Lord of Black Demon Palace, Qin Xiuluo, looked at Lin Wudao with a strange expression.

"Are you new here?"

"What? Can't a newcomer play?"

Lin Wudao had a playful expression.

"Of course not. Brother, since you're new here, I'll give you a chance. As long as you win, my 30,000 demon stones will all be yours."

As he spoke, Qin Xiuluo waved his hand, and a burly man walked into the arena with a pitch-black wooden box in his hands.

"According to the rules of the arena, let's draw lots. In this wooden box, there are many exiles' names. They are all slaves of the Land of Sins, and their cultivation realms are also different. Winning or losing depends on luck."

Qin Xiuluo kindly introduced the rules.

Soon after, under his signal, the burly man carried the wooden box and came to Lin Wudao.

Seeing this, Lin Wudao used God's Spiritual Eye to scan the box, but he didn't find anything wrong with it.

Then, he reached out and grabbed a piece of paper.

He opened it and saw two words written on it: Bai Zhen.