Chapter 1618 Death Warrior Fighting Arena

"Madwoman!" The black market owner never expected that Ruan Yu would use self-harm to interrupt his power-building technique!

Originally, if he had unleashed his full power, it would have been far more potent than it is now, but once interrupted, he would have had to regroup and build up his strength again.

Ruthless! Truly ruthless!

Seeing the bloody hole in Ruan Yu's chest, the black market owner hesitated for a moment before pulling his sword back: "Aren't you afraid of dying?"

“I will not die,” Ruan Yu said.

The divine power within her began to take effect, continuously repairing the horrific wound on her chest. In no time, she was miraculously healed, without leaving even a trace of redness.

"Doesn't it hurt?" the black market owner asked again.

Ruan Yu: "Are you sick? Are you trying to get me emotional?"

Black market owner: "..."

He didn't need to ask that question!

"Are we still going to fight?" Seeing that the other party had no intention of continuing the fight, Ruan Yu recalled the Blood-Drinking Blade.

Just now, Bloodthirsty Blade sneaked up behind the Black Market Master, preparing to launch a sneak attack!

"do not fight."

"You're right, some of the rules in the black market do need to be changed."

Ruan Yu: "???"

A truce so easily? Not only that, the black market owner even changed the rules because of her?

This is too unbelievable; Ruan Yu could hardly believe it.

"If I understand correctly, you're trying to make amends with me?"

The black market owner remained noncommittal: "Offending someone like you brings me no benefit whatsoever."

"You're an alchemist, aren't you?" He casually revealed his purpose: "Would you be interested in making a deal with me?"

"Not interested." Ruan Yu's pills have no shortage of buyers.

Besides, the Qian and Yuan families own so many shops. Even if each shop only sells one pill a day, that would amount to tens of thousands of pills a month.

She really didn't have the energy to refine any more pills to sell elsewhere.

"You haven't heard the conditions I've set yet."

"No need to listen, I'm here for only one purpose." Ruan Yu waved her hand, indicating that she didn't want to hear it.

Seeing her resolute refusal, the black market owner smiled helplessly: "Alright, in that case, I won't force you."

"Also, could we get to know each other? Having more friends means having more options."

Seeing the black market owner extend his hand, Ruan Yu did not immediately shake it: "Just now you were shouting for war, and now you're shaking hands and making peace?"

"I have a feeling something's fishy going on."

Is the owner of this black market really that kind-hearted?

"..."

"Let's go out first and then talk."

“Alright.” The black market owner raised his hand, and the dueling space disappeared, with the two standing once again on the black market’s territory.

Yuan Shilei was now tied up like a dumpling, with a tattered rag stuffed in his mouth: "Mmm! Mmm!"

(Sir! Help me!)

Because his mouth was stuffed with something, his voice was completely inaudible.

However, Ruan Yu understood the general meaning.

"Master, the accomplice of this person who disrupted the black market rules has been severely beaten by me!" When the black market manager saw the two of them come out, he was surprised that Ruan Yu was still alive, but right now, taking credit was the most important thing.

The master has a rather eccentric temper, but he treats his subordinates very well.

They also bestowed many gifts upon them.

I thought I would receive another batch of rewards like before, but I didn't expect the next second.

"Bang!" The supervisor watched as his body exploded!

It formed a cloud of blood mist, which then disappeared.

To be precise, the supervisor has lost his own consciousness.

He acted as if he had never been there at all.

"Are you satisfied with this punishment?" the black market owner asked Ruan Yu from the side.

"Hmm." Ruan Yu didn't hold it against him. After untying Yuan Shilei, she treated his injuries.

At the same time, he took out a jade bottle containing various rare elixirs and tossed it to the black market owner: "I will not trade with you. These are just a small gift."

"A gift? So you're willing to befriend me?" The black market owner's face was full of smiles.

Ruan Yu didn't care what he thought; she was the kind of person who always acted only according to her own inner voice.

“Let’s go.” Ruan Yu turned around and led Yuan Shilei deeper into the black market.

On the street, everyone looked at her as if they had seen a ghost.

Occasionally, whispers could be heard: "The supervisor is dead!"

"I heard that he was killed by the owner of this black market himself!"

"Why? That manager is very shrewd, how could he possibly offend the owner of the black market? I heard it's because he offended someone."

"Yes, we offended a complete stranger, a woman, and she's extremely beautiful. She! She's coming! It's her!"

The chatter ceased abruptly as Ruan Yu approached.

However, as she walked a short distance away, the conversation resumed.

"It's so beautiful, I was completely mesmerized..."

"Do you think the black market owner might have taken a liking to this woman, which is why he killed the manager?"

"Who cares about the truth? All we need to know is that we absolutely must not offend this woman!"

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.

The news spread even faster than Ruan Yu could walk. Merchants along the way treated Ruan Yu with utmost respect.

"My lord, how did you become friends with that black market owner?" Yuan Shilei voiced his concerns: "That man is extremely powerful, with a deeply entrenched network of influence. Even the royal family has to give him some face!"

"Besides, he's a man who only cares about profit! Be careful not to be taken advantage of if you befriend him!"

“I’m not friends with him; it’s all in his imagination.” Ruan Yu pursed her lips. “Once I leave this black market, I will never have anything to do with him again.”

Yuan Shilei felt somewhat relieved.

Deathmatch Arena.

Ordinary people need to have their credentials verified on the spot to get in. Before Ruan Yu and her companion even got close, they saw a long queue at the entrance.

We'll line them up one by one; I don't know how long it will take.

"Can I buy a spot in front of me?" Ruan Yu was new here and knew nothing, so she naturally needed to ask Yuan Shilei.

The latter replied, "No, we have to arrange it slowly."

"Ok."

Ruan Yu resigned herself to her fate and joined the queue.

As soon as he joined the queue, someone came up to him and said, "Sir, you are of noble birth, how can you stand with these common people? This way, please."

Judging from their attire, they must be from a fighting arena.

Ruan Yu was naturally happy to be able to avoid queuing.

He invited Yuan Shilei to go inside, and there was no verification of his credentials.

But I don’t know.

This action caused resentment among some people who were in line!

Ruan Yu was led to a private room on the top floor.

From here, the view below is unobstructed. The building has an open center and is surrounded by multiple floors on all four sides.

There is a huge fighting arena underground.

Ruan Yu glanced over and saw several rows of shirtless, short-haired, capable men standing in orderly rows, exuding a strong aura of bloodlust and ferocity.

"Our master has instructed that you may choose any of the assassins from this group."

"Okay." Ruan Yu nodded, indicating that the other person could leave.

After the door was closed.

Yuan Shilei asked anxiously, "Sir, didn't you refuse to befriend the black market owner? Why are you accepting the benefits he brings?"

"Do you want to wait in line?" Ruan Yu asked.

"Uh... okay, but it's alright if you don't have too much contact with him."

Ruan Yu smiled and said nothing more.

Another moment passed.

A commotion arose from underground.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!..." The people on the bottom two floors raised their arms and cheered loudly.

Accompanied by this voice.

Two assassins indifferently stepped onto the fighting platform, while the rest of the assassins went down.

Yuan Shilei said with great enthusiasm: "Next up is the suicide duel. Only the victors deserve to live."

"Then the people in the fighting arena will sell them through an auction, with the highest bidder winning." As he spoke, he squeezed the spatial ring in his hand.

I wonder if the money I brought this time is enough to buy three assassins to take back.

He checked; there were only thirty-two assassins. After half of them died, only sixteen remained.

With so many people present, capturing images of three assassins is incredibly difficult! It's as difficult as climbing to the heavens!

However, Yuan Shilei's demands were not high; he would be happy even if he could only film one assassin.

The assassins in the black market are all incredibly strong, and they all possess cultivation levels of the ninth rank of the God Realm or even higher!

"Why have a duel?" Ruan Yu asked, puzzled. "One of the two must die. There are only so many assassins. If half of them die, how many will be left? Wouldn't it be better to auction them all off?"

This is disregard for life!

Yuan Shilei's eyes flickered, and he turned his head. "Sir, I used to think the same way as you."

"But the black market is so cruel. In the black market, things you just bought can be stolen by others, and there is no one to manage it."

"Away from the black market, it goes without saying that murder and robbery are commonplace."

"Besides us, everyone down there must have placed a bet. Perhaps some of them genuinely wanted to buy assassins, but most of them just wanted to win money."

What Yuan Shilei didn't say was that death is the law of development for the black market!

None of the people who come here are kind-hearted. The more bloody and cruel it is, the more it stirs up the desires in people's hearts!

Ruan Yu didn't say anything more.

She can't care less.

There is so much suffering in the world, and she is all alone. How can she possibly manage it? And by what right does she have to manage it?

The duel begins.

The two assassins are evenly matched in strength, and their battle has evolved from a clash of divine power to a physical fight.

In the blink of an eye, both of them were covered in wounds of all sizes, and bright red blood.

The crowd below went wild: "Yes, that's it! Hit him hard! Hit him in the eyes!"

"Are you even capable, Number 173? Your punches are so weak and feeble, are you just tickling Number 146?"

Ruan Yu then noticed that the assassin's shorts were embroidered with numbers.

She had been lost in thought, so she didn't notice.

"Sir, who do you think will win?" Yuan Shilei was also excited, but not as frantic as the people in the audience.

Ruan Yu glanced at the two assassins and said calmly, "Number 146."

"No!" The next second, she stood up in surprise.

The two suicide soldiers had exhausted their lives and had lost all will to live.

They're going to...