kill the sky

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There is good and there is evil in everything in the world.

Tianjing City, known as the first city in the south of the mainland, is a prosperous, majestic, and fascinating city. In the hearts of those remote people, Tianjing City is a holy place where gold is everywhere and can be bowed down. A city like a holy place on earth also has an extremely dark side.

Qunlong Arena is located in the underground of the Great Xia Arena with a history of more than a thousand years in the center of Xuanwu Street in Tianjing City.

Here, every night, a dozen or more lives died amid the cheers of the audience, and every night, a lot of gold and silver gathered from all directions.

According to a gossip leaked by a drunken steward of the Qunlong Arena, the money circulating in the Qunlong Arena reached more than 300 million taels of gold every night!

"How about it, you look a little nervous?"

At the contestant registration office of Qunlong Arena, Princess Wen asked, wearing a hooded black cloak, looking sideways at Qin Yin, who was wearing a black tight-fitting warrior uniform and a silver mask on his face.

"It's not nervous, but excited." Qin Yin, who covered two-thirds of his face with a silver mask, and was wearing a tight black military uniform that clearly outlined his muscles, didn't look at Princess Wen, but took a deep breath , Feeling the faint smell of blood in the air, the blood in his body seemed to explode, giving him the urge to roar to the sky.

"Hey, Qin Yin, you have to think clearly before, there are only two ways to go up, you can either live or die, but now you have reached the level of a martial artist, passing the minimum threshold of inheriting your parents' title, If you are willing to live your life in peace, you can think about it, but if you come to power rashly, although you can sharpen your martial skills and increase your experience in fighting the enemy, it may also cause you to die or be disabled. Gain and lose.”

Sensing the strong fighting spirit in Qin Yin's words, Princess Wen's face was full of seriousness.

"If it was two months ago, or my greatest hope would be to be able to enter the rank of martial artist to inherit my father's title and the huge property left by my parents. Pursuing eternity here, defeating opponents who are stronger than me one after another, is more exciting to me than getting a Marquis without real power and a lot of money."

The corner of Qin Yin's mouth curled up into a wicked smile, and there was a frenzy in his eyes.

After getting the root seal of Taixuan, Qin Yin, who was short-sighted and cowardly and inferior, had already died. He has seen the power of martial arts, seen the earth-shattering strength of warriors, and seen the mythical and legendary strongmen in legends His deeds, power in the world, and money can no longer restrain Qin Yin's heart, and his eyes, which were covered by ignorance in the world of mortals, returned to clarity.

I want to be stronger, stronger, strongest!I want to embrace the moon in the nine heavens, and catch turtles in the four seas!I want to ride the wind to control the sky and travel through the void!

Qin Yin took a deep breath, suppressed his heart that was about to jump out of his chest, and a trace of ambition that had never appeared appeared in his heart.

"Hmm, it seems that you have already made a thorough consideration, then you can go in, I've figured out your nickname for you, it's called the Silver-Masked Man!"

Princess Wen nodded, pointed to the mask on Qin Yin's face, and then approached Qin Yin's ear and whispered:

"Also, you can't lose. I put all my private money on you, just waiting for you to make me a big fortune."

"How many?" Qin Yin raised his brows and asked with his head sideways.

"Not much, just thirty-six million taels."

"silver?"

"Pure gold."

"..."

Qin Yin took a deep breath and endured the shock in his heart. He did not expect that Princess Wen, who covered his face with a black cloak, would be so rich. Such a prosperous national power can only earn three to four billion taels of gold in taxes a year, that is to say, Princess Wen spent one-tenth of Daxia's annual taxes in one fell swoop!

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Qin Yin said calmly: "After winning, I want [-]%!"

"hiss……"

This time, it was Princess Wen's turn to take a breather. How could she not have thought that this boy who was just a poor settler not long ago would dare to open his mouth wide, and the mouth was so huge, wouldn't he Do you know that the capital is all the working capital of all the family's industries behind the back of his father?

"you sure?"

"Of course, or princess, are you willing to give the nearly 4000 million gold to Qunlong Arena?" There was a faint smile on the corner of Qin Yin's mouth, but this smile made Princess Wen feel like punching him hard The thought of flattening.

Princess Wen quickly took a few deep breaths, suppressed the impulse in her heart, and said almost gnashing her teeth: "Huh... [-]% is impossible, and I will give you [-]% at most, otherwise, I would rather not suppress it! Hmph, I Putting all the pressure on you is carrying the risk of losing everything!"

The corner of Qin Yin's mouth curled up, and he spit out two words: "deal!"

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The Qunlong arena is very large. There is a ring-shaped arena with a radius of [-] feet in the center, surrounded by circular stepped seats. Every five steps, a pillar of fire up to [-] feet rises, illuminating the entire arena like daytime.

Qin Yin stood silently in the middle of a group of gladiators who were exuding a foul smell. A layer of white chill emanated from him, making all the gladiators around them extremely nervous and surprised.

Every year on the eve of the young dragon performance, there will be some mysterious gladiators who cover their faces to join the gladiatorial competition in the dragon arena. The time for these people to participate in the competition is not long, but the time is almost fixed in those 20 days every year. Left and right, so that in the arena competition gradually formed an event similar to the finals - dark martial arts competition.

Every year during the dark martial arts competition, countless fighters from all over the world will come to seek gold or find employers in the dark martial arts competition.

"Huh? This person's aura and appearance are so similar to mine, could it be that he is also..."

Qin Yin, who was observing the surroundings silently, suddenly focused his eyes, and his eyes fell on a gladiator wearing a red military uniform and an iron mask.

Although the red-clothed gladiator couldn't see his face clearly, but from the familiar aura on his body, it could be seen that even if he was not a prince or grandson, he was also the son of the nobles in Tianjing City.

"More than one!"

Not far from the red-clothed gladiator, another green-clothed gladiator also looked towards Qin Yin's side. When his eyes met Qin Yin's, he revealed a cruel smile.

"Sure enough, as Princess Wen mentioned, some children of the royal family will use the dark martial arts competition in Qunlong Arena to see blood, and at the same time sharpen their surnames. The children of the royal family are killed in time, so as to reduce accidents in the young dragon's martial arts."

There was a sneer on Qin Yin's face, he licked the corner of his mouth, and said fiercely in his heart: "It's just that if you treat me, Qin Yin, as a soft persimmon, I will definitely surprise you!"