Ten Jin Burst Pills

The Life-and-Death Arena is a huge circular stone platform, entirely constructed of obsidian.

A crowd had already gathered around the stone platform; they were all demon-slaying guards who had come to see the spectacle after hearing the news.

There are probably only a few duels on the Life-and-Death Arena throughout the year, and every time someone signs a death warrant, it attracts a large crowd of onlookers.

"Look, Chen Hu is here!"

Someone in the crowd recognized Chen Hu and pointed at him, shouting.

The crowd automatically parted to make way for Chen Hu, who strode down to the stage, with Lu Feng following behind, stopping at the edge of the crowd.

Just then, a commotion broke out on the other side as well.

"Lin Shan is here too!"

The crowd parted to make way for them.

Lin Shan walked over from the opposite side, dressed in the uniform of the Demon Slayer Guard, with a brand-new longsword hanging at his waist.

Beside him was a young cultivator dressed in a dark robe, who appeared to be a demon slayer, with a sinister face and a condescending coldness in his eyes.

Lu Feng's gaze fell on Lin Shan, and then he frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Hu noticed his unusual behavior and asked in a low voice.

"Lin Shan is still in the Early Ming Jin)."

Lu Feng sensed it carefully again to confirm that he hadn't misread it.

"Early Ming Jin? Are you sure?" Chen Hu was stunned.

Chen Hu was already in the Late Ming Jin, and now he has broken through to the Ming Jin Perfection.

Lin Shan, only at the Early Ming Jin, what makes him think he can sign a life-or-death contract?

"Has this kid gone mad?"

Chen Hu scratched his head, then stopped thinking about it.

Regardless of cultivation level, once you step onto the Life-and-Death Arena, the true test will be revealed under the blade.

Lin Shan also saw Chen Hu, paused for a moment, his gaze swept over Chen Hu, and his expression changed slightly.

Your injury... is healed?

"Didn't expect that, did you!" Chen Hu grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "Regret it now? Too late!"

Lin Shan did not reply.

He turned his head and glanced at the young man in the dark robe beside him.

The young man's expression remained unchanged; he didn't even look at Lin Shan, but simply said something indifferently.

Lin Shan gritted his teeth, said nothing more, and went straight up to the Life-and-Death Arena.

Chen Hu followed closely behind.

The white-haired old man who presided over the Life-and-Death Arena was already waiting on the stage.

He watched as the two stood still, and then slowly began to speak.

"A duel to the death, once it begins, will end with the death of one side. Swords have no eyes, and one bears the consequences of their own actions. I will ask you one last time, are you both sure?"

"Confirmed!" Chen Hu replied without hesitation.

Lin Shan did not answer immediately.

His gaze passed over Chen Hu and landed on Lu Feng at the edge of the crowd below the stage, lingering for a moment.

Then he looked away and said.

"Sure."

The white-haired old man glanced at the two of them and slowly retreated to the edge of the stage.

"The duel to the death begins."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Hu had already drawn his sword and charged out.

The newly acquired light blue longsword drew a cold light in the air, its Ming Jin Perfection cultivation flowing into the blade without reservation, aiming straight for Lin Shan's throat.

"Lin Shan! Prepare to die!"

Lin Shan stood still, without drawing his sword.

He reached into his robes and pulled out a handful of pills.

The audience erupted in chaos.

"Jin Burst Pill?! He's going to take Jin Burst Pill right from the start?"

"What is he doing? One, two, three..."

"Has he gone mad? Ten! Ten! A full ten Jin Burst Pill! He's got a death wish!"

Lin Shan tilted his head back and swallowed ten Jin Burst Pill in one gulp.

His aura surged instantly.

Middle Ming Jin, Late Ming Jin Ming Jin Perfection, Nei Jin suddenly breaks through.

Early Nei Jin.

His body was deteriorating at a visible rate.

The veins on the skin surface bulge out, like earthworms crawling under the skin.

The blood vessels stretched to their limit, and dark red blood beads seeped from the pores.

His eyes turned bloodshot, and the surface of his eyeballs was covered with blood vessels.

There was a moment of silence in the audience. Everyone was stunned by what they had just witnessed.

Ten Jin Burst Pill.

Even if I win, my life will be ruined. No, even if I win, it's uncertain whether I'll even survive today.

Chen Hu reacted extremely quickly. The instant he saw Lin Shan swallow the pill, he had already taken out his own Jin Burst Pill from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.

His aura, Ming Jin Perfection, surged dramatically, allowing him to easily cross that threshold.

Early Nei Jin.

Both men on stage had reached the Nei Jin, but it was obvious to anyone with discerning eyes that there was a difference between them.

Lin Shan was covered in blood, leaving a bloody footprint with every step he took on the stone platform, and his body was swaying precariously.

Chen Hu remained as steady as a rock, his expression unchanged, and the knife in his hand did not tremble even slightly.

"Lin Shan, in this state, won't last more than ten moves."

"Ten moves? I doubt even three."

There was a lot of discussion among the audience.

Chen Hu on the platform no longer hesitated and charged towards Lin Shan with his knife.

The blade tore through the air, carrying an unstoppable momentum, and slashed straight at Lin Shan's face.

Just as the blade was about to fall, Chen Hu's pupils constricted sharply.

Lin Shan did not parry. His body began to expand at a visible speed, the veins under his skin bursting, and a violent, almost destructive aura exploded from his body.

Without a second thought, Chen Hu pushed off with his feet and staggered backward.

He had only taken two steps back when Lin Shan exploded on the spot.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar.

The self-destruction, at the level of Nei Jin, sent a violent shockwave blasting over the demon-slaying guards watching from below the stage, scattering fragments of rock and flesh everywhere.

The reinforcing array patterns engraved on the Life-and-Death Arena lit up simultaneously, confining the shockwave of the explosion within the area of the stone platform.

Smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring everything.

"What's going on?! The fight has barely started and Lin Shan has already self-destructed?!"

"He's coming here with the intention of taking everyone down with him after downing ten Jin Burst Pill!"

"That's too ruthless; he never intended to live..."

"Where's Chen Hu? Is he dead?"

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

On the Life-and-Death Arena, only a charred mark remained where Lin Shan had originally stood; not even a single intact bone was left.

On the other side of the stone platform, Hu Zheng struggling to get up from the ground.

He was covered in blood, his clothes were torn to shreds, and his left hand hung limply at his side.

He leaned on his knife and swayed as he straightened up.

"Hahaha!"

Chen Hu laughed loudly, blood streaming down his forehead and smearing his face, but he didn't care at all.

"I won! Lin Shan! You're dead, not even ashes remain! I won! I'm alive!"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and he fell backward, crashing heavily onto the stone platform.

The white-haired old man walked onto the stage, glanced down at Chen Hu, then at the charred remains, and announced expressionlessly:

"In the duel to the death, Chen Hu. Lin Shan died, and his belongings belonged to Chen Hu."

The moment the old man finished speaking, Lu Feng leaped onto the stage.

He took out Healing Pill from his pocket and put it into Chen Hu's mouth, then took out a few Jin Recovery Pill and fed them to him as well.

He Hua Jin with both hands, rapidly catalyzing the medicinal effects while simultaneously sealing several wounds that were bleeding profusely.

After doing all this, he picked Chen Hu up in his arms, turned around, and jumped off the Life-and-Death Arena.

Before leaving, he glanced back at the audience.

The young man in the dark robe who had come with Lin Shan was standing still, his gaze coldly fixed on the charred mess on the stage.

His lips moved, but Lu Feng couldn't hear what he said through the crowd. However, he could vaguely make out two words from the shape of his lips.

waste.

The young man turned and left, never looking back.