Chapter 862: A Storm of Boos

In the blink of an eye, most of the day had passed.

With a soft click, the stone door in front of Scarface slowly opened.

Scarface jolted upright, quickly stepped forward, and waited at the door.

As footsteps sounded, a tall figure emerged from the stone chamber.

The man was a one-eyed giant, extremely tall, a full two heads taller than Scarface, and his body was even more robust, like a giant bear, casting a massive shadow.

A large green bear head was tattooed on the one-eyed giant's chest, making him look ferocious. Every move he made exuded a majestic aura like a mountain range.

"Boss Dulong, you must avenge me!" Scarface said without hesitation, falling to his knees with a thud before the one-eyed giant, sobbing.

"Scarface, what happened to your arm?" Dulong paused, then saw Scarface's arm, and his expression immediately darkened.

"This arm was broken by a newcomer. Here's what happened..." Scarface then recounted the conflict with Han Li, embellishing the story, emphasizing how the newcomer showed no respect for Boss Dulong, and when he learned the Xuan points were for Dulong, not only did he refuse to give them, but he also beat Scarface severely.

"Is what Scarface said true?" Dulong frowned slightly, looking at a passing Xuan warrior nearby, and asked coldly.

"The situation is about right. That newcomer is indeed a bit arrogant." The man glanced at Scarface and said with his head down.

"Good! Newcomers these days really don't know the rules." Dulong nodded and strode toward Han Li's stone chamber.

But just then, a black light flashed on the token hanging at his waist.

Dulong stopped, took off the token to look, and frowned.

"Lucky brat." He snorted coldly, turned, and walked toward his own dwelling.

"Boss Dulong?" Scarface asked hesitantly.

"I have a match to fight. Don't worry, after the match, I'll settle the matter of your arm." Dulong said as he walked.

"Boss, you focus on your match. I don't need any settlement; I just can't let your prestige be damaged." Scarface quickly waved his hand.

Dulong nodded with satisfaction, glanced back at Han Li's room number "332," and soon entered his own room.

"Kid, let you live a little longer." Scarface glared hatefully at Han Li's dwelling and turned away.

...

Han Li, of course, knew nothing of what was happening outside.

At that moment, he was sitting cross-legged in his room "332," holding the last Taro beast core between two fingers. After a moment's hesitation, he tilted his head back and swallowed it.

Then he closed his eyes and continued to cultivate the "Feather Ascension Art."

After a while, the second Xuan aperture on his leg began to emit faint light, growing brighter over time.

After an unknown period, with a soft pop, the light from this Xuan aperture suddenly flared and then dimmed.

Han Li opened his eyes, a hint of joy on his face.

With the help of the star power from three Taro beasts, he had finally opened the second Xuan aperture.

He let out a long breath, slapped the ground with one hand, and leaped up. Then, moving his legs, he swiftly darted around the room, much faster than before, and the heaviness in his body had lessened considerably.

As he delved deeper into the "Feather Ascension Art," he valued it more and more, especially in the current environment, where he needed to master it as quickly as possible.

However, he now had only one Xuan point left and needed to earn more.

Just then, the token on his bed suddenly glowed with black light and emitted a buzzing sound.

Han Li picked up the token, and a line of small characters appeared on it.

"Speak of the devil." A smile appeared on his face, and he opened the door to leave.

In the Ninth Area, a dozen or so Xuan warriors had gathered. When they saw Han Li appear, they all cast glances at him with strange expressions.

Han Li paid no attention and quickly left the area, soon arriving at the exchange hall.

He didn't stop there but entered another passage.

The passage consisted of steps leading downward, soon reaching the bottom, where there was another hall similar in size to the exchange hall above, but somewhat dimly lit.

At the front of the hall was a large stone door, cutting off contact with the outside.

Inside the hall stood a large man with a single horn on his head, and no one else. When he saw Han Li, the horned man looked over.

"Are you Li Feiyu?" the horned man asked, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Yes." Han Li hung the token at his waist.

"Good, you're just in time. There's a match for you later; prepare well." The horned man nodded, walked to the stone door, and slapped it with his palm.

With a click, the stone door opened a small passage just wide enough for one person.

The horned man turned to signal Han Li to wait, then stepped out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is a rare sight. The two contestants: on one side, a Tiger-Scale Beast with a beast age of over three thousand five hundred years. This beast appears for the fourth time today and has already defeated three Xuan warriors in a row, tearing two of them apart and devouring them. It is a true man-eating beast!" The horned man's impassioned voice echoed across the arena, drawing excited cheers from the stands.

Perhaps to highlight Han Li's debut, the other two arenas had paused, and the entire venue focused solely on the match between Han Li and the Tiger-Scale Beast.

"And the other contestant is no ordinary one—a rare human Xuan warrior from the Immortal Realm, Li Feiyu!" the horned man continued to shout.

At these words, the audience erupted in uproar, cheers filling the cavern!

"A human Xuan warrior? Haven't seen one in years!"

"Oh, what a rarity!"

"Heh, if I remember correctly, since the last human Xuan warrior was torn apart in the Xuan City Arena a thousand years ago, there have been no more human Xuan warriors. After all, humans are too weak."

"Despicable human, his flesh must be scraped off inch by inch!"

Gasps and jeers came from all sides of the stands, like a tidal wave.

"The Xuan battle between the Tiger-Scale Beast and Li Feiyu will begin shortly. Interested spectators, please place your bets as soon as possible. Once the match starts, betting will close." The horned man, pleased with the scene, announced loudly.

On the betting platform, the initial odds for Han Li and the Tiger-Scale Beast were displayed, surprisingly at five to one.

"I bet on the Tiger-Scale Beast, one hundred Xuan coins!"

"I also bet on the Tiger-Scale Beast, one hundred fifty Xuan coins!"

"I bet three hundred Xuan coins, Tiger-Scale Beast!"

"Old Chen, that three hundred Xuan coins is your last gambling stake. You're putting it all in?"

"Before I came in, a good brother of mine was killed by a human cultivator from the Immortal Realm. I never thought I'd encounter a human here today. For my brother's sake, I must stake all my property on that human's death!"

With Han Li's identity as a human cultivator revealed, a huge uproar ensued, and the number of participants in the betting surged, with almost everyone betting on Han Li's death.

Soon, as the number of bets increased, the odds between Han Li and the Tiger-Scale Beast gradually rose from five to one to twelve to one. That is, if someone bet on Han Li winning and was correct, one hundred Xuan coins would become one thousand two hundred; otherwise, the opposite.

Even so, the vast majority still bet on the Tiger-Scale Beast.

After all, no one would refuse free money.

"Time's up, betting closed. Now, the match begins!" the horned man roared, his huge voice rolling across the arena.

"Rumble..."

A grinding sound arose as the stone door connecting the dark room to the arena slowly lifted.

Outside light streamed in, casting a bright shadow at the entrance.

Along with it came waves of roaring and cheering like a mountain and sea. The spectators on the stands around the arena, guided by the host, grew increasingly excited and frenzied.

Han Li slowly stood up, passed through the stone door, and stepped onto a huge arena paved with black stone.

He walked step by step to the center of the square, slightly lowering his head, carefully examining the dark red bloodstains that had seeped into the black stone over countless years, feeling a faint bloody smell in the surrounding air.

"So this is a human? Looks so frail..."

"Boring, can't even withstand one blow from the beast..."

"No armor, no weapons, bare-handed. Isn't this just suicide?"

"What's there to watch in such a match? It's just public feeding. No wonder the odds are so high..."

...

In the stands, a burly green-skinned man pointed at a slightly weaker horned man beside him and laughed freely:

"So this is the human you bet on? I say, are you crazy for money? If he wins, I'll kneel and call you 'Dad,' haha..."

"Who... who says! It's not over yet; who knows if a miracle will happen." The horned man's expression was awkward, and though he still argued, his voice lacked confidence.

He had originally thought the odds for the human were much higher than for the beast, and in a gamble, he wanted to take a chance. But when he saw Han Li's appearance, he had almost given up hope.

"Haha, a miracle? Maybe there will be! I didn't expect you to be so naive after staying so long in this godforsaken Scale Accumulation Void Realm!" The green-skinned man laughed heartily.

The horned man said nothing more, his face alternating between pale and green.

At that moment, he had only one thought: he hoped this guy who made him lose money and face would die as miserably as possible...

A storm of boos erupted in the arena. Not just them, but almost everyone was certain that this frail-looking human would be no match for the beast.

They began to anticipate an upcoming bloody feast!