CHAPTER 170 A FORMER MASTER OF WONDER REALM (PART ONE)

Their sword intents were so subtle yet powerful. Witnessing the fight, no one would ever dare to

challenge the two. It was a tremendous moment for them.

The arena where they were fighting at was quivering ceaselessly. If it wasn't for the protection set

around the battlefield, at least a half of the audiences present would be killed by their sword intents.

The fight was like a do-or-die for the audience, but to Darren and Amati, it was only an exhibition

match.

At that moment, they all fought like a man and sword in one, with no hidden tricks. It was intended for a

one-blow fight.

To everyone's surprise, that masked young man was such a superb fighter. Their curiosity sparked

upon seeing Darren's abilities.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

The sound of clashing swords could be heard without end, too fast to be seen by naked eyes of the

crowd.

After a while, two powerful sword intents disappeared abruptly. Two figures loomed into people's view,

and one of them was holding a sword against the other's throat. It was Amati whose throat was on the

verge of being slit.

"Alright. I acknowledge. You've got me beaten there. I lost to you," sighed Amati in admiration as he

made a bow with hands folded in front. He was lost for words as he was shocked by Darren's mastery

degree of the sword. In short, Darren had achieved something that he always longed for. With

acceptance, he flashed a genuine smile at Darren.

"That was a good fight, and I feel lucky to win it," said Darren as he slipped his sword back into the

Space Ring. At the back of his mind, he was relieved that the match was over already.

"I knew it from the start that I will be defeated. Darren, with all due respect, can you give me some

guidance some other day?"

said Amati with his eyes filled with eagerness. Upon witnessing Darren's sword intent, he knew that

Darren was the key for him to be more powerful.

"If I get a chance, I will. But now, I have something urgent to do with. I'm afraid it won't be delayed

further. So this way, please,"

said Darren as he gave a sign to motion Amati to get down from the arena. His seventh fight was

victorious, making the audiences admired him.

"Okay then, it is a deal!"

nodded Amati in excitement. All he could ever wish was for the time to pass quickly so he could start

training with Darren.

"It was so awesome! The fight was so thrilling! I can't believe it! That young man made Amati admit

defeat!"

"He is a genius! I would not go back today. His fight should not be missed! I will stay until the last

minute to see how many times he will win!"

"That is unbelievable! He could mater sword intent and blade intent at the same time? What was his

name again?"

People at the stand all exclaimed in admiration. Darren's name immediately went viral around. They

were so excited that their faces all turned red. Their hearts were palpitating, feeling galvanized.

However, most of them had forgotten how many ink stones they had lost. They were so immersed in

witnessing more about Darren's strength.

The winner was announced and a short break was given to Darren. After taking a short break, he

decided to continue his eighth fight. Everyone, even himself, was agitated on the next fight.

This time, his opponent was even weaker than Amati, so it did not take Darren much time to defeat

him. The crowd was on uproar as he won for the eighth time.

...

The news that Darren won eight games in a row soon spread around. His name was talked about here

and there. A lot of people got more curious about him. It didn't take long before the Prison Battle Arena NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

was fully packed with audiences, waiting for his ninth game.

The ambiance was more exciting than ever because Darren would tie the record of yesterday's winner

if he won the ninth defender!

But the ninth win was not that easy to achieve. Everyone knew that the opponent would be the

toughest one to deal with—the one who used to be the master of Wonder Realm. There was a saying,

"Save the best for the last." That was why former Wonder Realm cultivators were tasked to fight for the

ninth match.

The break time of players was extended to attract more audiences. Murmurs around increased

gradually as they bet if Darren could win or not. Despite what he showed on the previous fights, some

were still hesitant to bet on him. However, they could not deny that they were waiting for him to fight.

Meanwhile, Darren then went to the stand, a sign that the fight would start anytime soon.

"Hello Darren, you sure rock! Would you mind if I ask if you still want to continue the ninth fight?"

Harvey, who was in charge of the arena, asked Darren, pretending to be cool. While deep down in his

heart he was desperate for an affirmative answer. 'This young man is such a money-spinner. He won't

quit that easily, right?' he pondered.

"Sure, I do want to continue,"

said Darren without the slightest hesitation, making Harvey cheer in his mind. The ninth game would

surely bring more money than earlier.

"Good choice! You won't be a loser here. You are a person who reached the ninth round. No matter you

win or lose, we will give you at least two million ink stones as a reward. Not bad, right? But just to be

clear, I have to mention one more thing, and you need to weigh the pros and cons by yourself. This

Prison Battle Arena has been established for fifty years, the challenger who could win nine times in a

row just appeared yesterday, which is the only one in history. People who could win eight times

continuously is not rare, but almost all of them lost at the ninth fight. I can say that you're on the verge

of uncertainty, where chances of winning are as many as chances of losing.

Besides that, we still get four defenders except for the one who had been killed yesterday. All of them

used to be strong cultivators of the Wonder Realm. You are still young and you still have a long life

ahead. If you choose to continue the fight, you will have to confront one of them at random. Please

think carefully before you make the decision," Harvey said to Darren as a warning. As much as he

wanted for Darren to fight, he did not wish for him to die on this match, so he told Darren such things.

"I said I do! I will fight," said Darren coldly, then he turned around and flew into the arena. He was quite

pissed off as he thought that the person in charge was underestimating him. He took a deep sigh to

calm himself.

However, to win nine times in a row was not his final goal—he wanted more. The two million ink stones

were not enough for him. Not because of greed but because only in this way could he win enough

money to buy the Primitive Stone. It was given a starting price of three million ink stones. No one could

predict how much the price would rise up to. He would not be affected by the warning he received

earlier easily, as he was firm in his resolute.

At the arena, Darren's ninth rival showed up. The cheering went louder upon his entrance.

The rival was a middle-aged man with a scraggly beard, stinking with alcohol. Some even booed him,

not knowing how powerful his strength was. He hobbled into the arena. It was apparent that he had

crippled one of his legs. This made everyone took him as a joke, as his physique did not appear to be

that strong. They could not believe that he was a former Wonder Realm cultivator.