The Queen Of The Dark
TQOTD Chapter LXXIX [Optional branch 1vs1 I]

The sequence number had been randomized in such a way that it gained a pair of cultivators who would fight each other, “number 280 against 57.” Yuwen Yue said starting to step away from the fighting arena stage.

A burly man carrying a large chain on both sides slowly walked up to the stage, Bai Yun and Lei Hu opened their mouths telling of the figure. Hearing about the physical strength of sequence number 57, Yue Liang Zhi displayed an interested expression. It was rare for a cultivator to use a chain as a weapon, especially a large chain that might only be lifted by a certain person.

Opponent number 57 was a stupefied man with a condescending gaze on the opponent, the two cultivators unceremoniously took a swing to attack each other. Number 280 did some movements, the qi flowed filled the dantian until it made number 57 slightly riveted. The aura of a qi level condensation peak level 2 cultivator gushed filled the arena, “sunrise straight...,” a dazzling yellow light darted attacking number 57. The sound of a loud explosion deafened the ears, smoke soared high into the view, it looked gloomy like a snowy atmosphere outside the aray. A smile of satisfaction adorned the face of number 280, he was confident that his attack could injure the cultivator in front of him.

Smoke disappears displaying the condition number 57 is still standing without faltering, the level of qi condensation in his body is increasing to the middle level of level 3. Everyone opened their mouths in disbelief, he was apparently able to survive the attacks of higher cultivators two levels away. Yue Liang Zhi smiled with a nod of her head, high tiers are indeed not enough if not coupled with physical strength, nor will physical strength be too useful if it does not have levels. It is like yin and yang, synchronizing with each other to form a balance.

“Ruan Xulei! Give up and go back to the village, don't waste your time. You are poor and derelict, preferably working diligently in the village!” Shouts number 280 provokes.

Apparently the man was named Ruan Xulei, an orphan in Ling Village. This village is located at the southern end of the Huo Empire, precisely in the coastal area. Ruan Xulei tightened his palm grip, the chains rang rubbing against him as he raised the chain high. The chain looks like a fishing line, once it hits the target, the body of number 280 is immediately thrown out mebeluk aray.

All audience mute, “....”.

“Number 57 won the match,” Yuwen Yue tried to break the silence, she stared at the entire audience who were still raising their heads observing the hollow aray. His hand swept through the air, the perforated aray again closing as before.

Spectator 1: “Win with one chain punch?”

Audience 2: “What once was, look at it! The chain looks heavy, probably made of hundreds of kilos of iron, obviously the number 280 will be thrown out.”

Audience 3: “It is only able to fight a cultivator two levels above it.”

Yuwen Yue took out two rolls of paper from the box, “next cultivator number 28 against 212.”

Lei Hu stiffened, he adhering to his plaque and stamped the number that Yuwen Yue had called. His body slowly stood up, he glanced at Prince Yun Fengyin and Bai Yun who were giving him some spirit. His eyes caught a brief nod of Yue Liang Zhi, the boy just cheered in silence. He walked to the center of the stage, in front of him there was already a man entering the age of two heads.

“Sweetie give up, I don't want to hurt your beauty,” said the number 28.

“Pih... You dream in broad daylight,” Lei Hu pulled out his sword, he still hid the knife behind his blue coat. The two of them attacked each other, he displayed a serious face while his opponent displayed a lewd face. He leaped backwards as the number 28 right hand almost touched his small chest, this successfully made Prince Yun Fengyin growl.

Cold Eve pierced the back of number 28, of course the cold blade was not only from Prince Yun Fengyin alone, but from Yue Liang Zhi as well. Everyone around the two people felt goosebumps, especially when they felt the intense pressure from Yue Liang Zhi's body.

Number 28 licking lips while ignoring the cold, “I love growing peaches, come here! This man could have given a quota for the lady, of course with the condition of watering. Miss must give body—”

Everyone's ears caught the brief conversation of the two people on stage, some of the audience sneered with a flash of disgust, some of them licked their lips while imagining the woman in bed. Yue Liang Zhi's heart flared, she raised a thin needle and immediately slammed into the skin of Lei Hu's opponent.

Cultivator number 28 grimaced feeling his right arm open but still in a state of grasping the sword, the next second he again felt a small stab at the neck. The left hand rubbed the nape of the neck, he found a thin needle.

Lei Hu took the opportunity to attack, he ran over until his sword rubbed against the opponent's sword. The sparks splashing added to the beauty of his figure, he retreated a few steps with a surprised expression seeing his opponent's mouth frothy. Question marks stuck out together with his face that became cengo, his eyes continued to observe the opponent's body.

The left hand of the number 28 pulled the needle, the next second his chest felt like it was pierced and burned. The foam in his mouth was still being produced nonstop, his body suddenly collapsed and convulsing, the needle in his hand disappeared into the empty air. Both eyes began to shut, his vitality was growing weaker.

Audience 4: “He's poisoned!”

The crowd was getting crowded with a simple voice, this stung like a bird chirp.

Spectator 5: “Down! You cheated on using poison.

“I don't,” Lei Hu dodged while dodging.

Feeling that it was getting crowded, Yuen Yue and the pharmacist went up on stage. Yuwen Yue's hand stretched out asking for Lei Hu's sword and blade, he furrowed both eyebrows feeling that the female weapon in front of him had not the slightest trace of poison, the apothecary beside him shook his head and it signified his prediction was correct.

Yue Liang Zhi stood up and shouted hysterically, “that person is a sickness, oh my goodness... We have all shared the air with people affected by chronic diseases, will after this we experience such a miserable death?”

The pharmacist was surprised, he put his index and middle fingers to his neck. He himself was confused, the person in front of him was actually poisoned or diseased. In order to calm everyone and himself, he started to open mulit, “it looks like this is a non-infectious disease.”

Seems like?!

Everyone displayed a green color, even the person who got a seat next to the deceased now ran out into the snow to bathe and remove the bacteria in the body. The corner of Yuwen Yue's lips twitched, he then stood up giving an announcement to the entire audience in the square, “this time the winner is number 212.”

“...” Everyone was silent without a word, these two matches in the beginning were too soon over!

The second was even more extreme, the mind of the wandering audience had they really contracted a disease?