I Want to Kill Ten

"Drawing the saber without a sound, swinging it without a whisper. Who would have thought that a Ninth-Rank Martial Artist could cultivate a basic saber art like the Wind Severing Saber Technique to the realm of mastery?"

Among the three thousand seats, in the VIP section, a middle-aged man in a suit sat with one leg crossed over the other and spoke slowly.

A glint of wonder flashed in his eyes. On his chest was a round school badge containing the shape of the Eight Trigrams, inscribed with the eight words: "As Heaven moves vigorously, a gentleman must strive constantly for self-improvement."

Above it were the two words: Qingbei.

It was Qingbei Martial School, one of Huaxia's most prestigious schools today.

"Yes. Who would have thought that after being away for so long, Beihe City would produce such a genius? In the martial examinations three months from now, he'll likely make a stunning debut."

Beside the middle-aged man sat a one-armed old man clad in worn Dark Green clothes, smiling as he spoke.

At the same time, all the spectators came back to their senses, and their first reaction was to curse loudly.

Some even hurled the things in their hands straight at the arena.

Fortunately, the arena was large enough, and none of those objects could reach Jiang Li.

Normally, participants in the first Beast Fighting Arena match were certain to die. Therefore, even with odds of ten thousand to one, plenty of people were willing to place bets on the Beast Fighting Arena's betting board—after all, it was a sure win.

But now, Jiang Li's single slash had not only killed a Ninth-Rank ferocious beast, but also wiped out the bets of all those spectators.

Some had even lost everything they owned.

Jiang Li stood in the arena, looking at the Yellow Book before him.

[Slain a ferocious beast, gained twelve years of Cultivatable Lifespan]

Cultivatable Lifespan: 1043

He put away the Yellow Book and looked around. If he remembered the original owner's memories correctly, even an ordinary ticket to this Beast Fighting Arena cost two thousand each.

Three thousand seats meant six million in ticket sales alone, not to mention the VIP seats, betting pools, and so on.

With every Beast Fighting Arena event, the organizers behind it nearly made a fortune.

Even if every participant died, death erased all debts, and the organizers behind it could still rake in a huge profit.

"Congratulations to this participant for surviving. Who would have thought something so unexpected would happen? It truly is surprising."

"However, next time, you may not be so lucky."

"Let us welcome the next participant."

The host immediately spoke up, beginning preparations for the next event.

Yet to his surprise, Jiang Li, who should have left, remained where he was without moving.

"What, has our first participant been scared witless? Hahaha, indeed, being able to kill a giant lynx is a lucky thing..."

Before the host's voice could fall, Jiang Li, standing in the arena, suddenly raised his head.

"Not enough!"

His voice rang out, spreading throughout the entire Beast Fighting Arena.

The host and spectators fell silent once more, looking at Jiang Li without knowing what he intended to do.

"One Ninth-Rank Giant Lynx isn't enough for me to kill."

"I want to continue participating in the Beast Fighting Arena... no."

Jiang Li rejected his own words. "This time, I want to challenge ten Ninth-grade Fighting Beasts!"

After Jiang Li's voice echoed through the Beast Fighting Arena, the entire audience erupted into an uproar.

"What? He said he wants to challenge ten Ninth-grade Fighting Beasts!"

"Fuck, has this kid gone crazy? He wants to fight ten by himself!?"

"Hahahaha, today's show is incredible! This is the first time I've ever seen someone challenge ten fighting beasts."

"A Ninth-Rank Martial Artist challenging ten Ninth-grade Fighting Beasts—unprecedented. This participant is absolutely tired of living."

Everyone thought Jiang Li had gone mad, but this unprecedented sight only stirred up the curiosity and anticipation of every spectator.

They wanted to see whether Jiang Li could truly challenge ten Ninth-grade Fighting Beasts.

The host, standing high above, had never felt such pressure before. This was the first time he had encountered something like this since entering the profession.

Ordinary participants would already be thanking heaven and earth if they survived.

This participant had not only killed a fighting beast, but now he wanted to challenge ten at once!?

Madman!

"An unexpected development. It seems today's participant is indeed confident enough."

"However, challenging ten fighting beasts is simply a request to seek death."

"I hope the participant will consider this carefully..."

While contacting his boss, the host tried to maintain order in the arena.

"No need to consider it!"

Jiang Li stood proudly, looking toward the high platform where the host was, and shouted coldly, "Can't you understand? One Ninth-grade Fighting Beast isn't enough for me to kill!"

"I want to kill ten!"

The moment those words left his mouth, they completely ignited the emotions of every spectator.

"Kill ten!"

"Kill ten!"

For a moment, throughout the three thousand seats, countless spectators rose to their feet and shouted in unison.

Cold sweat beaded on the host's forehead. In the waiting room, the debtors were more shocked than ever upon hearing this.

They had not even noticed that the participant from whom Jiang Li had borrowed a saber had vanished from the waiting room at some point.

Wiping the cold sweat from his brow, the host looked at Jiang Li with a trace of resentment in his eyes.

Just then, his phone rang, and a cold, stern voice came through.

"Grant his wish."

"In ten minutes, ten ninth-grade beasts will enter the Beast Fighting Arena."

Upon hearing the voice, the host breathed a sigh of relief.

He then switched on the microphone and shouted, "Let us congratulate—or pity—this participant."

"Please wait a brief ten minutes. Ten minutes from now, we will arrange for ten Fighting Beasts to enter the Beast Fighting Arena and put on an unprecedented beast-fighting performance with this participant, who is either recklessly bold or courting death."

After hearing this answer, all the spectators erupted into unprecedented cheers.

"Ten? Elder Lin, do you think he can do it?"

"The Fighting Beasts are all carefully selected from subordinate ninth-rank beasts. With merely the Wind Severing Saber Technique at the major mastery stage, it seems impossible."

"After all, ninth rank is still ninth rank."

"Unless he has mastered some kind of Breathing Technique. But there are no traces of a Breathing Technique in his breathing."

The middle-aged man from Qingbei Martial School spoke with his hands in his pockets, his tone rather amused.

Elder Lin beside him smiled faintly. "The Wind Severing Saber Technique at the major mastery stage naturally cannot accomplish it, and he indeed has never cultivated a Breathing Technique."

"That is why I am curious—just how will this little fellow create such a miracle?"

"A miracle, indeed. If he truly does it, it will indeed be a miracle." The middle-aged man chuckled. "Could it be that he can cultivate the Wind Severing Saber Technique to perfection? How old is he? Even if he had begun cultivating in his mother's womb, he probably still couldn't have achieved it."

"Besides, if he had that much time, he would have broken through to the eighth rank long ago. Who would be foolish enough to spend all their time cultivating a ninth-rank martial art?"

Ten minutes passed amid anticipation, curiosity, and clamor.

Jiang Li gripped the saber sheath and rested with his eyes closed.

Boom!

The ground trembled slightly as ten gates opened at once.

Jiang Li's eyes snapped open. His hand settled on the saber hilt as he gazed at the ten ninth-grade Fighting Beasts, each far from ordinary in strength.

The Hundred Battles Art circulated. His body leaned forward slightly, his grip on the saber forming a stance.

"They're here!"