After a period of practice, Zhang Haoran’s mood also calmed down a bit.
His heart grew firmer; it was just killing someone, not being killed.
After he calmed down, he practiced Cloud Step and Seven Star Step again.
He conjured his chang sheng sword and performed Chang Sheng Swordplay. Oh, no, it was Haoran Swordplay now.
He attacked the dummy from all angles, beheading it, all while practicing his Cloud Step.
This was the Martial Arts School he would need tomorrow.
He decided that even if he could kill his opponent with Chuō Jiǎo tomorrow, he would still cut off their head with a sword.
He practiced continuously until 11 o'clock before resting.
The next morning, Zhang Haoran tidied himself up and, for the first time, put on his Dragon-carved wrist guards.
He wore his chang sheng sword at his waist, and all his medicine was carried with him.
He also had a silver mask, which he had just bought that morning, tucked in his embrace.
This silver mask was definitely a good item; it cost him a full 1,000 value points.
It had many functions, all of which were very practical.
First, wearing this mask allowed him to freely adjust his Qi intensity within the same Rank.
This allowed Zhang Haoran to freely adjust his Qi from an initial First Rank to a Third-Rank Peak Stage.
However, he could not change it to someone else’s Qi.
Secondly, wearing this mask allowed for underwater breathing and gas filtration.
Finally, this mask could withstand any attack within the First Rank without being damaged.
Let me introduce the power divisions here.
The power divisions in Global High Martial World and Ten Thousand Realms Building are as follows:
First Rank to Third-Rank Peak Stage is First Tier.
Fourth Rank to Sixth-Rank Peak Stage is Second Tier.
Seventh Rank to Ninth-Rank Peak Stage is Third Tier.
Absolute Peak is Fourth Tier.
From Absolute Peak onwards, it is calculated by Qi and blood.
Qi and blood from one million to ten million is Fourth Tier.
Ten million to one hundred million is Fifth Tier.
One hundred million to one billion is Sixth Tier.
Therefore, the Global High Martial World is a relatively Advanced world, belonging to a Sixth-Tier world.
Wearing this mask meant his face was no longer a weak point.
Attacks below Third-Rank Peak Stage could not break this mask.
As for whether it would cause a concussion, it hadn’t been tested yet, so he didn’t know.
Zhang Haoran arrived at the Magic Martial Arts University entrance.
After waiting for a while, Lü Fengrou drove over in her sports car.
She picked him up and drove towards the suburbs of Magic City.
On the way, Lü Fengrou introduced Zhang Haoran to the underground boxing ring they were going to today, a place for illegal fights.
He had to fight at least one death match there; if he could handle it, he could fight more.
Zhang Haoran’s opponent would not exceed First Rank Peak Stage.
Upon hearing this, he felt more confident; he truly wasn't afraid of anyone within the First Rank.
Soon, the car stopped in front of a large compound.
Before getting out of the car, he took out the mask from his embrace and put it on his face, though he didn’t adjust the Qi and blood intensity.
Zhang Haoran’s Qi and blood were only at First Rank Peak Stage, just slightly higher than that of an average First Rank Peak Stage.
His current Qi and blood value was 340 cal.
This was mainly due to overall tempering; each limb tempered could add ten cal to the upper limit.
However, no matter who checked him, he was still First Rank Peak Stage.
Nevertheless, Zhang Haoran had replenished his Qi and blood to 270 cal before leaving home.
Lü Fengrou saw it and said nothing, as 270 cal was certainly enough to fight a First Rank.
Two burly men stood at the compound entrance.
They glanced at the two and said nothing.
Lü Fengrou directly led Zhang Haoran inside without showing any identification.
They continued until they reached a guarded door deep within the compound, where they stopped.
“Is there a First Rank death match today?”
The gatekeeper, also a burly man, looked at Zhang Haoran, who was wearing a mask, and said, “Yes, tickets are 10,000 per person.”
Lü Fengrou nodded with satisfaction, threw over a Common Qi and Blood Pill, and led Zhang Haoran inside.
Upon entering, they didn’t walk far before encountering another door.
After passing through several consecutive doors, they entered a large hall filled with a cacophony of voices.
In the middle of the hall was a fighting ring, surrounded by large screens.
At that moment, the large screens were displaying a bloody scene of someone being shot in the head.
At this point, the hall erupted in thunderous cheers and curses.
He watched, feeling slightly uncomfortable, but quickly adjusted, having spent the entire previous night preparing himself mentally.
Lü Fengrou saw him slowly adapting and nodded with satisfaction, beckoning a waiter.
She told the waiter that Zhang Haoran was a First Rank Peak Stage and asked him to arrange a First Rank death match.
Seeing the waiter nod, Lü Fengrou gestured for him to follow.
He was about to step forward when he suddenly remembered something.
He stopped and asked, “You can place bets here, right?”
The waiter stopped with him when he paused.
Hearing his question, he nodded and said, “You can bet on any match.
You can also bet on yourself, but you can only bet on yourself to win, not to lose.”
Zhang Haoran looked at Lü Fengrou, who nodded.
He took out his bank card and handed it to Lü Fengrou, whispering, “Then I’ll trouble you, teacher, to place the bets for me.
No matter how many matches I fight, bet the full amount on me to win! The password is six eights.
Also, teacher, if you want to make money, bet on me to win too!”
Lü Fengrou took the bank card he handed her.
She considered it; with Zhang Haoran’s strength, there was indeed no reason for him to lose in the First Rank, as long as he was willing to be ruthless.
She would have to place a heavy bet this time and make a significant profit.
Who would complain about having too much money?
Zhang Haoran followed the waiter to the contestant waiting area.
At this moment, a waiter came over and asked for his alias.
Zhang Haoran directly announced the name Haoran Sword Master.
He was in the contestant waiting area.
Before long, a contestant was beaten to death in the ring, and the death was quite gruesome.
Blood flowed from his seven orifices, his sternum was caved in, and he was missing an arm.
When he saw the first one, Zhang Haoran was indeed a bit uncomfortable, but as one dead person after another was carried past him, he slowly got used to it.
There were quite a few people fighting death matches today.
Zhang Haoran waited in line for half an hour before it was his turn.
At this point, he heard the commentator shout loudly, “The next match is between the three-time consecutive winner, Broken Mountain Fist Zhou Feng, and the Magic Martial Arts University student, Haoran Sword Master.
Both of them are First Rank Peak Stage.
Who do you think will win, everyone? You can place your bets now!”
As the explosive music began, Zhang Haoran and his opponent stepped into the ring together.
Once in the ring, he was no longer as nervous; instead, he felt a surge of excitement.
Broken Mountain Fist Zhou Feng was bare-chested, his body covered in scars.
His boxing gloves were already dark red, with some fresh crimson on them, indicating he had fought a match earlier.
However, seeing the opponent's full Qi and blood, it should not have been the previous match.
Zhou Feng also looked towards Zhang Haoran, a wave of Killing Intent washing over him.
He pretended to be very nervous.
His left hand gripped the sword sheath at his waist, and his right hand rested on the sword hilt.
Lü Fengrou, watching from the spectator stands, knew the match was secured as soon as she saw the posture Zhang Haoran adopted.
Because it had been agreed beforehand that this death match was primarily to test the practical effectiveness of Chuō Jiǎo, yet he immediately took a stance as if he was about to draw his sword.
The name he announced was also Haoran Sword Master, leading everyone to believe that he was ready to draw his sword and fight at any moment.
Zhang Haoran now had the leisure to mislead his enemy, which indicated that he was not very nervous; at the very least, his condition was good.
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