CHAPTER 167 ENCOUNTER THE POWERFUL ENEMY

"Humph. Jaya, the lady has been here herself. You'd better make it clear how many ink stones you've

defrauded from the money shop in the past years!" the young man yelled at Jaya as if he was on a high

horse, proud of his sense of justice.

"You little runt! I've been promoting you all these years. How dare you frame me?" Jaya shivered with

fury. Never did he expect to have cultivated such an ungrateful person who would attempt to make

false charges against him.

"Jaya, my father has always trusted and relied on you. You must set things straight from the very start.

Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." A beautiful lady in her twenties walked over, wearing a sour

face.

After simply explaining the whole affair, Jaya pointed at Darren's figure on the arena. "Look carefully,

you little bastard! The lad is still alive. I've never scrounged a pension off the money shop!"

"Ah? What happened? Why didn't he die?" The younger man was left stunned.

"Humph!" With a grunt, Jaya took a green crystal card and handed it to the lady. "Here are the

commissions earned from the lad's five straight wins. And thirty thousand more ink stones are from the Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

gambling. I'm sorry for not informing you about it. Please take them, my lady. Since you don't trust me, I

must find another way to make a living. Goodbye."

Being a crafty man, Jaya gave only a tenth of the ink stones he won to the lady. From then on, she

would trust him more.

"This..." Left speechless, the lady suddenly slapped the young man hard. "You bastard. Jaya has

always been hardworking. How could you accuse him of doing such a shameful thing? Everything is

clear now—you're the one to blame."

"My lady, I..." Droplets of sweat began forming on the man's temples.

"Shut up!" Without letting him respond, the lady kept slapping him until he couldn't bear it any longer

and ran away.

"I'm sorry, Jaya. You can keep these ink stones yourself as my compensation to you. Please don't

leave our shop," the lady apologized.

With that, Jaya looked much better.

On the arena, Darren made it to the sixth battle.

This time, his rival was far stronger—he must've been one of the best fighters at the ninth stage of the

Mysterious Realm.

"What do you think, Jaya?"

Darren's previous performance had captured the attention of the authority of Prison Battle Arena, so

the middle-aged man went over to consult for Jaya's opinion.

As an old hand with an unerring eye, Jaya's judgment was known to be accurate.

"Nice to see you, Uncle Harvey," the young lady next to Jaya greeted the man.

"Oh, hello, Eva. It is rare that my little niece comes to watch the battles." The middle-aged man whose

name was Harvey Gu smiled at her.

"Uncle Harvey, it seems the lad is too young to win the sixth battle. As a rule, only the most atrocious

men are stored for the sixth battle."

The lady gave her analysis.

"You're right, Eva. His rival is a prisoner from the Void Holy Land. It's said that he alone managed to kill

five overmatches in the same realm as him in order to grab treasures. After that, he was captured by a

cultivator of the Wonder Realm and sent here to fight till he dies," Harvey Gu explained.

The place was called Prison Battle Arena because almost all the fierce fighters were prisoners of

different forces. They had committed felonies, so they were sent there to atone for their crimes—they

fought on the arena and earned money.

"I'm convinced that he will win the battle."

A thought came to Jaya and he confirmed his judgment.

He recalled how Darren demonstrated his power with the sword intent. But in the fifth battle, he had

used the blade intent only and won!

Excited by the thought, Jaya felt a sudden upsurge of emotion that Darren was truly extraordinary.

"Oh, Jaya. I bet you're wrong this time. We'll see," Eva declared her judgment confidently, since she

was at the top level of the Mysterious Realm.

...

"Bang!"

The battle had begun on the arena. Darren's fists collided with his opponent's at once.

"Your fist is quite powerful. It's in my league!"

Opposite Darren, the muscle-bound man licked his lips as thrilling murderous intent reflected in his

eyes.

"You must've killed many people," Darren responded casually. It seemed that he wasn't afraid of the

man's surging murderous intent.

"Exactly seven hundred and eighty people. You will be the next one." An evil grin surfaced on the man's

face.

"You're overweening. One thing I should let you know is that…"

Darren started.

"What is it?" The man stared at him in defiance.

Without finishing his sentence, the blade intent inside Darren rushed out. Cracking Attack, the starting

posture of supernatural martial skill, set about. In order to kill the man once and for all, Darren secretly

released a little sword intent along with it.

Thousands of blade shadows flew towards the man, each of them being powerful enough to split the

sky open. Submerged in the blade shadows, Darren ran to the man as well.

Whistle!

The blades flashed and the man's head fell on the ground.

"I've also killed a lot of people!"

Darren finally uttered the rest of his sentence, but the man couldn't hear it any longer.

The whole Prison Battle Arena went silent.

Everyone was well aware that the man guarding the sixth battle was incredibly strong, much stronger

than the one killed by the strong winner yesterday.

A fighter could choose the battle round based on his or her capacity. He must've been a fairly powerful

man since he had confidently chosen the sixth battle to guard.

However, even a strong man like him was defeated by Darren in a flash. What terrifying power did

Darren have!

Suddenly, the clatter went off.

The crowd broke into applause, countless people praising Darren for his clean victory. All of them

intuitively knew that they would witness the birth of the overmatch that could challenge the ninth battle.

As for the tenth battle, it was possibly out of Darren's reach. They still considered the power of the

winner from yesterday superior to that of Darren.

At the stand, Eva was stupefied at the outcome, her mouth wide open.

After a long moment, she got back up on her feet and sighed, "Jaya, you've really got a vision. Upon

my back home, I'll ask my father to make you supervisor of the money shop."

"Thank you so much, my lady!"

Jaya exclaimed in joy. Darren was truly Jaya's lucky star, bringing him wealth and status. All these were

beyond his expectations.

"Jaya, how far do you think he can go?" Eva queried.

"I believe he'll reach the eighth battle at least!" Considering that Darren hadn't used the sword intent

yet, Jaya asserted confidently.

Although Eva was still reluctant to believe Jaya's judgment, she couldn't afford to question his vision.

"I hope he can reach the eighth battle. I'll make a killing if he does," Harvey Gu eagerly pronounced in

excitement.

"Uncle Harvey, you earned over tens of millions of ink stones yesterday, didn't you?" Hearing the news

that someone broke the record yesterday, Eva thought to ask.

"Oh, actually, it went further than that. The last battle attracted an audience of thirty thousand. All of

them were influential and rich. Just from the illegal gambling, I earned eighteen million ink stones, so I

got twenty million ink stones in total if counting the sum of the tickets."

Whenever it came to making a fortune, Harvey's face lit up immediately.

"Ah, that's quite a lot. It seems that I should tell my father to buy a share of Prison Battle Arena. Uncle

Harvey, you won't reject that, will you?" Eva probed.

"Sure! What about one hundred million ink stones?" he suggested.

...

On the arena, Darren's rival for the seventh battle showed up.

A well-dressed young man in his twenties held a sword sparking with coldness. His momentum

seemed incomparable.

'Is he a swordsman?' Instantly, Darren felt that he must have conducted some sort of weird

swordsmanship.

'Oh no… It's him! Darren is doomed to failure. He can't defeat that one.'

On the stand, Jaya's face turned dramatically restless.

Not only Jaya, many of the audience hissed in regret. What a pity that Darren had to encounter that

opponent.

While some were excited for the rare opportunity to witness the young man's powerful fight.

Regrettably, he wasn't here yesterday. Otherwise, it would've been a matchless battle if he had fought

against the cultivator yesterday who had broken the winning record!