NOVPUBThe Hall of Hundred Battles was a place where Saint Warriors could freely spar and compete.
"Let’s take a look."
Su Changkong was quite interested in the Hall of Hundred Battles and finally decided to check it out.
Su Changkong flew towards one of the peaks on Heavenly Saint Mountain. On top of this peak, there was a bronze hall, grand and magnificent, exuding an ancient aura. On the plaque of the hall were the imposing characters "Hall of Hundred Battles."
Su Changkong landed at the entrance of the Hall of Hundred Battles, looked up, and then stepped inside.
The interior of the Hall of Hundred Battles was extremely spacious and wide. n𝚘vp𝚞𝚋.com
Su Changkong saw that besides himself, there were other people inside the Hall of Hundred Battles.
Around the hall, over a hundred people were scattered, all looking up at a rising light screen in front of them.
The light screen acted like a barrier. Inside it, two blurry figures were fighting fiercely, much like viewing flowers through the fog, as it was impossible to see the details clearly, but the intense battle between the two was evident, quite literally a fight to the death!
Su Changkong remained silent, quietly watching.
After a short while, an old man sitting cross-legged outside the light screen slowly said, "Leng An, wins!"
Following the old man’s voice, the light screen dispersed, revealing two figures sitting cross-legged at a distance. One, a man in blue, wavered, his face pale and his breath somewhat weak.
The other, a burly man, burst into laughter, "Peng Yong, you’ve lost! Ten taels of Primordial Liquid!"
The man known as Peng Yong was pale and reluctant, but after glancing at the old man who was staring at him and sitting cross-legged, he gritted his teeth, "Take it!"
The man in blue, Peng Yong, took out ten taels of Primordial Liquid from his Storage Treasure and, using nature’s spiritual energy, sent it flying towards the burly man who grabbed it with his hand, also appearing quite pleased.
"Tsk tsk, this is the third time Peng Yong has challenged Leng An and lost again! That’s another ten taels of Primordial Liquid gone!"
"Isn’t that normal? Although Peng Yong is only at the First layer Heaven of Entering Saint, he has been cultivating for three hundred years and has mastered his Divine Skills to a very strong extent. He’s fought many battles; not many at his level can defeat him!"
The surrounding Martial Artists also commented on the battle.
Both the man in blue, Peng Yong, and the burly man, Leng An, seemed to have some reputation in Heavenly Saint Mountain, as many recognized them.
Without saying a word, the blue-clothed Peng Yong then took out another two taels of Primordial Liquid and gave them to the old man in green, then without lingering, turned and left.
"The Hall of Hundred Battles encompasses the ’Hall of Hundred Battles Array,’ which, when activated, can simulate avatars of the warriors entering the array. The warriors can attach a thread of their Essence Qi Spirit to these avatars, controlling them to fight extensively without worrying about killing the opponent or being killed... Even if killed, only the controlled puppet avatar dies, and it causes only slight damage to one’s Sea of Consciousness."
Watching this scene, Su Changkong also privately thought, having already read about the Hall of Hundred Battles on the Mountain Entry Token. By relying on formations and Divine Skills to simulate and evolve avatars for combat, it was somewhat similar to ’Mirror Heaven and Earth.’
Su Changkong also wanted to see just how mysterious this Hall of Hundred Battles Array was and to spar with other Saint Warriors.
At that moment, the burly man who had defeated Peng Yong, Leng An, smiled joyfully and said, "Is there anyone else who wishes to spar with Leng here? Of course... it has to be someone in the same realm, Entering Saint First layer Heaven!"
In the Hall of Hundred Battles, with over a hundred people present, no one responded; some were at the first level of Entering Saint, but felt inferior to Leng An. Engaging him in a sparring match would be a waste of Primordial Liquid!
As for those confident in defeating Leng An who were Saint Warriors, they were not at the first level, so Peng Yong would not accept the challenge.
"I’d like to give it a try."
At that moment, a voice rang out, and everyone involuntarily turned their gaze, seeing a young man dressed in black.
The speaker was naturally Su Changkong.
Su Changkong wanted to experience the Hall of Hundred Battles Array, and seeing Leng An’s invitation to duel, who seemed somewhat capable, he stood up, wanting to test the peculiarities of the Hall of Hundred Battles Array.
Leng An’s gaze shifted to Su Changkong, his rugged face breaking into a smile, "You look unfamiliar... I’ve lived here at Heavenly Saint Mountain in Skyfire City for decades and have never seen you. Is this your first time at the Hall of Hundred Battles? You can challenge me, of course, but there are a few conditions."
Su Changkong did not speak, quietly listening.
"First, you must also be at the first level of Entering Saint, and Elder Green will check; if you’re not in the same realm... then it’s better not to fight, it won’t be interesting."
Leng An said.
Su Changkong nodded; among Saint Warriors, possessing two or three Divine Skills naturally gave a huge advantage against a warrior with only one Divine Skill.
Leng An then continued, "Secondly, fighting merely for the sake of it, even if you win, isn’t too interesting. We might as well add a bet... 10 taels of Primordial Liquid! Also, the loser will bear the cost of the Primordial Liquid for using the Hall of Hundred Battles Array."
Su Changkong realized in his heart that the previous Peng Yong must have bet with Leng An and, after losing, had to pay Leng An 10 taels of Primordial Liquid, as well as absorb the cost of using the Hall of Hundred Battles Array.
The Hall of Hundred Battles Array was not free; both parties had to pay one tael of Primordial Liquid to enter.
It seemed expensive, but to exchange one tael of Primordial Liquid for a full-force enjoyable battle with opponents was indeed worthwhile!
Many Saint Warriors of Heavenly Saint Mountain, when encountering bottlenecks needing insights from actual combat for a breakthrough, would come to the Hall of Hundred Battles seeking opponents.
Of course, some were like Leng An, engaging in betting duels, where the loser not only had to bear the cost of using the Hall of Hundred Battles Array for both parties but also had to give the winner Primordial Liquid!
Having just fought a major battle with an old adversary and won, Leng An had earned a full 10 taels of Primordial Liquid. Seeing Su Changkong’s challenge, he clearly wanted to make a profit from Su Changkong.
"Young man, I advise you to think carefully. Although Leng An has entered the Saint realm through refining a Divine Seed and possesses only one Divine Seed, he has cultivated for over three hundred years. His own Divine Seed carries a vast number of Divine Patterns; his single Divine Skill is very strong. Among those in the same level at the first level of Entering Saint in Skyfire City… not many can defeat him."
A refined middle-aged man spoke up at that point, kindly advising Su Changkong.
Hearing this, Leng An felt somewhat helpless that the refined middle-aged man was meddling and spoiling his scheme, but he did not dare show his anger. This refined middle-aged man came from a prominent clan in Skyfire City, and both his background and realm were superior to Leng An’s.
"Such a pity..." Leng An could only sigh in regret. However, he also understood that even without the middle-aged man’s reminder, the other party might not accept the challenge. 10 taels of Primordial Liquid was not a small amount; those who could afford to use 10 taels of Primordial Liquid to bet in a duel were still a minority!
(Preview update from Qidian Web; the next chapter will be published at 22:00 on the 21st.)
