King of Nine Skies-Chapter 154 - :Build momentum

When the person in charge of the cage fight finished speaking, the stands of the cage fight arena suddenly became lively.

The Red Flame Demon Lion can be led away. This temptation is not ordinary. If the Red Flame Demon Lion were to grow up, it would be truly terrifying.

Of course, to successfully capture the Crimson Flame Demon Lion, the prerequisite is that you must first produce twenty medium-grade Yuan stones. Moreover, you have to defeat the Crimson Flame Demon Lion. If you fail, the consequence will be death.

The people in the cage-fighting arena, obviously, cannot allow those who have reached the fifth stage of the Spirit-Defence Realm to participate in the cage-fighting. And for someone with the fifth stage of the Spirit-Defence Realm cultivation, it is extremely difficult to defeat the powerful Red Flame Demon Lion. Moreover, they have to control themselves not to kill the Red Flame Demon Lion. This is undoubtedly an even more difficult task.

Sure enough, the person who was leading the Crimson Flame Demon Lion spoke again: "Of course, those who participate in the cage fight must have reached the level of Spirit Power Realm at the fifth stage or below. If they are unable to control it and kill the Crimson Flame Demon Lion, we will compensate with one hundred Yuan Stones."

The eyes of many people gradually lost their luster. This overwhelming temptation was beyond their reach.

Among the group of people in Lin Qian's company, they were all disciples of Xue Yue Holy Order. At this moment, many people's gazes fell upon the young man sitting beside Lin Qian.

"Brother Mu Fan, do you want to capture this Fiery Flame Demon Lion?"

Someone spoke up, and the young man who was called Mu Fan, his eyes fixed on the red-flaming dragon lion in the cage fight arena, his gaze flickering uncertainly.

His strength is on par with that of a fifth-level cultivator in the Lingwu Realm, and is comparable to that of the fifth-level demonic beast, the Red Flame Demon Lion.

"Brother Mu Fan, if you are willing to go, I can tell the people in the Prison Arena. Even if you lose, it's no big deal. As long as you don't get hurt by that brute, it's fine."

Another person spoke up, causing Mu Fan's eyes to light up. He glanced at the speaker.

Mufan knew who the other party was, and the other party was indeed capable of doing so.

As long as he wins, he can take that Fiery Demon Lion away. If he loses, it will only cost him twenty yuan worth of stones. There will be no danger to his life. Such a thing, anyone would be willing to do it.

He gave the speaker a deep look, and Mu Fan's eyes sparkled. At this moment, the young man who was speaking nodded to Mu Fan and gave him a reassuring look.

"OK, I'll give it a try."

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Mufan saw this look in the other person's eyes and suddenly understood. He realized that... the other party had deliberately sent this Fiery Demon Lion to him.

"Master Mu Fan is indeed very bold and resolute. He will surely be able to subdue the sorcerer." The man continued to speak, and immediately the crowd chimed in in agreement.

The figure flickered for a moment. Mu Fan took a step in the air and appeared before the cage fight arena in an instant, drawing a bunch of envious glances.

"Master Mu Fan's martial arts skills and graceful movements are truly magnificent. His reputation as the 'Light Shadow' is well-deserved. It truly enhances the dignity of our Holy Academy."

Among the people in the Snow Moon Holy Hall, someone spoke up loudly, immediately attracting many gazes.

"It turns out that they are from the Snow Moon Holy Order. No wonder they are so powerful!"

"These people are disciples of the Temple. They are of noble status and will surely become important figures in the future."

Many people were whispering among themselves, making those people feel even more proud and self-important, with their heads held high.

The Snow Moon Holy Academy was disrupted by some people when it was founded, causing a slight loss of its dignity. The disciples of the Snow Moon Holy Academy have been seeking various opportunities to prove the academy's dignity. During this period, many people from the Snow Moon Holy Academy have shone brightly, and their reputation has gradually spread. They are now known as the first academy. In a few years, their strength is likely to surpass those of the major sects and institutions, leaving Tianyi Academy far behind.

At this juncture, these people from the Snow Moon Academy were undoubtedly doing so to boost the profile of the academy.

Lin Qian was sitting among the crowd at Xue Yue Holy Temple. Her pretty face wore a hint of haughty expression. Becoming a disciple of the temple made her very proud. In the near future, she would return to her hometown in glory and show the people of Yangzhou City that she was so successful and prosperous outside the temple.

Mufan descended onto the ground, his footsteps making a sound as he walked towards the iron gate of the cage fight arena. However, at this moment, a figure quietly appeared in front of him, standing beside the iron gate.

This scene caused Mu Fan's pupils to contract involuntarily. There was someone who actually dared to get ahead of him.

The gazes of the crowd also narrowed. They too guessed that today might be a visit by the disciples of Xue Yue Holy Order to show their strength and make a show of their might. Anyone with a discerning eye would not engage in a dispute with the people of Xue Yue Holy Order. But at this moment, someone seemed not to be very polite and rushed to the iron gate door first.

As for the disciples of the Snow Moon Sect, their expressions changed somewhat. Especially the young man who had just exchanged glances with Mu Fan, there was a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Mufan watched the person in front of him still taking steps forward, just one step away from entering the prison cell. He couldn't help but shout: "Stop!"

The man in front stopped his pace. Then, slowly turning around, the crowd could finally see his front side. However, they still couldn't see his face.

Because this person wore a silver mask on his face, it gave the impression of being cold and stern.

This person, naturally, is Lin Feng.

"Is there something?" Lin Feng's voice emerged from his mouth. However, due to the presence of the silver mask, his voice had slightly changed.

"Sir, don't you see that it was I who descended first?"

Mufan said coldly, "I'm sure that when I stepped forward, there was definitely no one ahead. But just as I paused, Lin Feng passed right behind me and reached the prison cell first."

"Did you say you were going to engage in a fight?"

Lin Feng asked in a faint voice, causing Mu Fan's gaze to narrow. He really hadn't said anything.

Seeing Mu Fan remained silent, Lin Feng continued, "Since you didn't say that you wanted to engage in a cage fight, it's obvious that whoever steps into the cage first will be the one to fight."

Mufan's eyes sparkled. Then he said, "I'm Mu Fan, a disciple of the Snow Moon Holy Order. I hope my friend will give me a chance. For this fight, let me take the lead."

When Mu Fan spoke, he pronounced the words "Xue Yue Sheng Yuan" with particular emphasis, as if he was afraid that Lin Feng wouldn't hear them.

Lin Feng sneered, "Snow Moon Holy Academy?"

"Sorry, Snow Moon Holy Abbey. I've never heard of it. As for you, I don't even know you. Why should I show you any courtesy?"

Lin Feng's words were uttered, and at once the gazes of many people froze. Such a bold claim! The Snow Moon Holy Academy, they actually said they had never heard of it.

Many disciples of the Snow Moon Sect rose up and glared at Lin Feng. This person seemed rather arrogant.

"Please don't be so ungrateful."

Mufan fixed his eyes on Lin Feng, his tone cold and menacing with a hint of threat. This only made Lin Feng laugh even more, saying, "I'm not very good at being considerate."

As he was speaking, Lin Feng turned his body and was about to step directly into the cage arena.

"Wait a moment."

At this moment, another shadow loomed up, causing Lin Feng's steps to halt as soon as they began to move. He turned around and looked towards the stands. The speaker was a disciple of Xue Yue, sitting not far from Lin Qian. This was the person who had just sent Mu Fan to fight with Lin Feng.

"Is there something bothering you again?" Lin Feng sneered in his heart. He naturally knew that this person, like Mu Fan, was from the Snow Moon Holy Academy.

"This fight is on the part of Master Mu Fan."

This person said indifferently, his voice carrying a tone that was unyieldingly firm. Coupled with the splendid attire he was wearing and the air he exuded, it was obvious at a glance that he was a nobleman of high rank and extraordinary status.

"Who will be the one to fight? When it comes to the timing, it's up to you to decide."

Lin Feng asked coldly.

"I'm not the one to make the final decision. You can ask the person in charge of the fight who will go first in this one."

The young man's voice was indifferent, and his air exuded a sense of confidence. Everyone's gazes shifted, all focusing on the arena, looking at the person who was leading the Crimson Flame Demon Lion.

Seeing that the man raised his hand and pointed his finger at Mu Fan, he said in a low tone, "This fight for the throne, it's his turn."

Upon hearing this, the young man gave a hint of a smile and said, "Is what I said correct?"

Lin Feng saw the smug and haughty look in the other person's eyes. The exposed eyes showed a strong sense of mockery. He raised his feet and moved aside. Then he said with a mouthful of words, "Who you're talking about, that's who. I won't step into this cage fight arena again. Besides, I suggest that everyone stop spending yuan stones and coming here to watch these jokes from now on."

Upon hearing Lin Feng's words, the young man frowned and said coldly, "What do you mean by this?"

"Didn't I make myself clear enough? Well, I'll explain again." Lin Feng sneered coldly, "Recently, I heard that there was a scandal in the Prison Arena. Some slaves who failed the arena trials but still didn't die were forcibly stopped from continuing the fight. The people in charge of the arena didn't even offer an explanation. They even wanted to kill those slaves who disobeyed orders. At first, I didn't believe it. But today, I witnessed the dark secrets of the Prison Arena that no one wants to talk about. Now I do believe it. This Prison Arena has already become so rotten. What's the point of having it anymore?"