472: Chapter 472 One Finger Breaks the Vajra

The two passed through a few small alleys, and after turning a corner, a huge circular building suddenly appeared before their eyes.

It stood in the center of the ruins, covering an area of several tens of zhang square, with an open top that revealed the night sky.

At the entrance of the building hung a wooden sign with the four large characters 'Blood Hand Arena' written on it.

Two bare-chested big men stood at the doorway, with ferocious patterns tattooed on their chests and short axes tucked into their waists.

Seeing Ye Tian and Shui Qingdie walking over, one of them reached out to block their path: "The entrance fee is one hundred Spirit Stones per person."

One hundred Spirit Stones was already a significant sum for an ordinary Loose Cultivator.

But for Ye Tian, this amount of money was not even a drop in the ocean.

He casually tossed out two Mid-Grade Spirit Stones and walked straight in with Shui Qingdie.

As soon as they entered the arena, a wave of clamor hit them.

This was an open-air circular gladiatorial arena, with a circular fighting ring about twenty zhang in diameter in the center, the ground of which was covered with red sand.

The surrounding stands extended upwards in tiers and could accommodate thousands of people.

At this moment, the stands were packed, and the audience waved their arms, letting out bursts of shouts.

On the fighting ring, a battle had just ended.

A bare-chested, tattooed strong man was carried away; his chest was deeply sunken, and he was foaming blood at the mouth, clearly not going to survive.

The victor stood in the center of the ring, raising both arms high, enjoying the cheers of the audience.

That was a man with a physique like an iron tower.

No, rather than a man, it was more like a humanoid Vicious Beast.

He stood a full zhang tall, his entire body's skin was a bronze color, and the veins on his muscles were bulging.

His chin was covered in a circle of whiskers, and his pair of copper-bell-sized eyes revealed a bloodthirsty, ferocious glint.

His chest was covered in dense scars, crisscrossing like medals of his illustrious battle achievements.

Around his neck hung a necklace made of Yao Beast teeth, each tooth the size of an infant's fist, and it was unknown from what level of Yao Beast they had been pulled.

"Who else?!"

The bronze-skinned strong man pounded his chest, his voice booming like a bell: "I, Iron Vajra, haven't had enough fun fighting today! Which one of you isn't afraid of death? Come up and exchange a few moves with me!"

His gaze swept across the stands, and wherever it passed, the audience averted their eyes, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Iron Vajra! Iron Vajra! Iron Vajra!"

A wave of cheers erupted from the stands; clearly, this Iron Vajra was a perennial winner at the Blood Hand Arena and had accumulated quite a few followers.

Iron Vajra grinned triumphantly and added, "What? In such a large City of Buried Bones, is there not even one person who can fight?"

"I heard a lot of outsiders have come to the city recently, so why have you all turned into cowards? With such meager ability, you dare to come to the Northern Wasteland to make a living?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of many people in the stands changed.

A few Cultivators who were clearly from out of town looked indignant, but after seeing Iron Vajra's terrifying Aura and weighing their own strength, they ultimately held back.

Seeing this, Iron Vajra became even more arrogant, raising a thumb and then slowly turning it over to point downwards: "Trash."

Just at this moment, a young man in brocade clothes stood up from a VIP seat at the very top of the stands, waving a folding fan in his hand, and spoke with a smile: "Iron Vajra, stop shouting."

"This young master has found you an opponent."

Everyone's gaze turned to the VIP seat.

The young man was about twenty-five or twenty-six, with a face like polished jade and red lips and white teeth. He wore luxurious brocade clothing and a jade pendant hung at his waist; at a glance, one could tell he came from a great Family.

Standing beside him were two old men with profound Aura, presumably his personal bodyguards.

The young man in brocade clothes closed his folding fan and gestured with his chin towards the fighting ring: "See that kid over there?"

"This young master noticed him just now; he's been calm from start to finish, as if he doesn't take you seriously at all. Why don't you invite him down to play?"

He said this lightly, but it pointed the spearhead directly at Ye Tian.

Sure enough, the next second, the entire audience's gaze turned to the corner of the stands.

And sitting there was none other than the newly arrived Ye Tian.

Iron Vajra looked in the direction of the young man in brocade clothes, scanned Ye Tian up and down, and seeing that he was young and his Aura fluctuations were only at the Zhenwu Second or Third Level, he couldn't help but sneer: "Him?"

"If I punch him, it's hard to say how many bones he'd have left."

"That's not necessarily true," the young man in brocade clothes said with a smile. "Maybe he's hiding his true strength? Iron Vajra, you aren't afraid, are you?"

"Afraid?" Iron Vajra laughed loudly as if he had heard a huge joke. "Situ Ming, do you think I'd be afraid of a brat whose fur hasn't even grown in yet?"

He turned to Ye Tian and beckoned with his finger, his face full of disdain: "Kid, did you hear that? Come down! I'll let you have three moves, lest others say I, Iron Vajra, am bullying a Junior."

A burst of laughter erupted from the stands.

Shui Qingdie frowned and was about to speak, but was stopped by Ye Tian raising his hand.

"It's fine." Ye Tian gave her a reassuring look, and then, without flying, he walked towards the fighting ring unhurriedly.

From beginning to end, his expression was calm; not a hint of nervousness or fear could be seen.

This overly calm attitude actually made some experienced veterans of the Jianghu narrow their eyes slightly.

This kid is either truly reckless, or he has something to rely on.

The young man in brocade clothes watched Ye Tian's back, a playful smile curling at the corner of his mouth, and whispered to the old man beside him: "Did you see anything?"

The old man shook his head slightly: "His Aura is indeed only around the Zhenwu Second Level, and his footsteps are steady, so he should have some Foundation, but compared to Iron Vajra, he is far too inferior."

"Unless... he has hidden his cultivation."

"Hidden cultivation?" The young man in brocade clothes smiled. "To be able to deceive your eyes, he would at least have to be at the Sea Transformation Realm or above. How old is he? Barely over twenty? It's impossible."

On the ring, Iron Vajra looked down at Ye Tian who had walked onto the stage and grinned: "Kid, you've got guts! I appreciate that."

"How about this, I'll let you have three moves; within three moves, I absolutely will not fight back. After three moves, if you are still standing, I'll admit defeat!"

He spoke impassionedly, drawing a round of cheers from the stands.

Ye Tian stood opposite him, hands behind his back, and said indifferently: "No need to concede moves. You strike first."

Once these words were spoken, the whole arena was in an uproar.

"Is this kid crazy?"

"Iron Vajra can kill a Third-Stage Late Stage Yao Beast with one punch; can his small frame take it?"

"Young and arrogant... what a pity."

"This little brother is quite handsome; I'm starting to feel sorry for him."

Iron Vajra was also amused and laughed loudly: "Interesting! Really interesting! Then I won't be polite—"

Before his words had faded, he took a step forward!

The fighting ring shook violently, and sand flew up.

At this moment, Iron Vajra's massive body erupted with a speed completely inconsistent with his size, instantly rushing in front of Ye Tian, his right fist carrying the force of ten thousand jun, smashing towards Ye Tian's chest!

This punch was enough to easily smash a thousand-jin boulder!

The audience in the stands held their breath; some of the timid ones even closed their eyes, unable to bear watching the scene of flesh and blood flying that was about to unfold.

However...

Ye Tian merely raised his right hand and extended one finger, tapping it against Iron Vajra's unstoppable fist.

Iron Vajra's fist stopped in mid-air, unable to advance even a fraction further.

Gradually, the expression on his face changed from a sneer to astonishment, and then from astonishment to terror.

Because he felt a terrifying hidden force surging through his fist into his body, destroying his Meridians and Qi Sea.

"Crack!"

"Crack, crack."

Starting from his fist, Iron Vajra's arm fractured inch by inch; flesh burst, bones shattered, spreading all the way to his shoulder, chest, and his entire body!

He didn't even have time to let out a scream before his whole body collapsed with a boom.

Just one finger.

Under one finger, the True Martial Eighth Stage Iron Vajra...

Was crippled!

The entire Blood Hand Arena instantly fell into dead silence.

Everyone widened their eyes and opened their mouths, unable to believe everything they were seeing.