That morning, Zhao Qiankun, who came down from the observation deck, sneaked into the city to play as usual. When he arrived at Wujieji, he found that many people were pointing around the index finger building. When he looked up, he saw a huge banner hanging on the index finger building with a promotional poster of the circular arena painted on it, and there were huge explanations:

"Big News, the Circular Arena welcomes the strongest champion today!" Below this sentence, there is a portrait of a middle-aged man with purple hair and beard, with an introduction next to it: "Hunting King Saijia, the number one hunter in the Primitive Continent!"

Zhao Qiankun knew that this was a challenge book sent to him by the arena. However, after the reactions of the onlookers, the hunting king Saijia seemed to be an amazing figure.

"Who is that?" Zhao Qiankun asked, holding a man dressed in a mercenary.

"You don't know him?" the mercenary said excitedly: "Sega is the idol of all hunter mercenaries on the primitive continent! It is said that he has no fixed residence and wanders in the wild all year round, hunting many tricky monsters that are helpless even if the large mercenary group is helpless! He is the well-deserved king of hunting kings!"

"That's just saying that hunting skills are superb, right? It's different from being able to fight!" Zhao Qiankun looked at the portrait of the uncle. Hunting requires traps, poisons, and even pets to help, and fighting with bare hands is completely different.

"Then you're a little underestimating Saijia!" The mercenary glanced at him and said, "Five years ago, when Nangong Yu had just won the title of Sword Saint, he had played a game with Saigat, and the final victory was not decided. The Saigat King definitely has the strength of the Sword Saint!"

The so-called Sword Saint is the title of the strongest warrior by Dongao Shenzhou. It can basically be equivalent to the paladins of the Western continent, or even stronger. Because the unique meridians of the Eastern people allow them to use a magical power called Qigong.

In general, people from the Eastern continent are thinner than those from the Western continent, and are slightly weaker in strength, speed and explosive power. This weakness is particularly obvious in top fields. However, people from the Eastern continent are born with magic channels called meridians, which can allow an elemental force they call true qi or internal force to circulate in it to enhance physical energy.

Indeed, this kind of qigong practice also relies heavily on talent. Although many warriors practice it, most of them only have a little physical enhancement. Only those masters with outstanding talents can cultivate their internal strength to the extreme, which is enough to make up for the physical gap with Westerners, and even far exceeds that.

At present, there are dozens of officially recognized sword saints in Dongao Shenzhou, all of which are top experts. In recent years, the East and the West have been living peacefully together, but once upon a time, the two sides also had disputes, and the sword saints and paladins also met on the battlefield. According to Western classics, those magical Eastern sword saints are not only powerful, but also possess extraordinary skills. In one-on-one situation, it is difficult for ordinary paladins to win, and they can only win back a city by relying on the strength of the dragon knight.

After wandering around the city these days, Zhao Qiankun has heard of Nangong Yu's name. This Xuanyang City Lord is the number one master of the younger generation of the Nangong family. He is just twenty-nine years old this year, and he was twenty-four five years ago. He was awarded the title of Sword Saint at such a young age. Even in the Nangong family, which has many heroes, he is still a genius!

It is true that Nangong Yu is young and strong, and his martial arts cultivation has not reached the peak of his life. Now he is no longer comparable to the novice sword saint five years ago. But even if he is a novice, he is also a novice sword saint. This hunting king called Saijia can compete with a sword saint head-on. This alone is not comparable to the last heavy monster!

"It's interesting!" Zhao Qiankun took out the skeleton mask and walked into the ring arena.

According to the publicity, anyone can challenge the Hunting King, and as long as they defeat the Hunting King, they can get a bounty of 100 gold coins. It has to be said that the amount of this bounty is embarrassing. Those who worry about 100 gold coins will definitely not be able to beat the Hunting King, and those who can beat the Hunting King will not step onto the arena for entertainment for just 100 gold coins.

Of course, except for Zhao Qiankun.

When the audience saw the hunting king sitting on the ring, they cheered, but no one dared to come forward to challenge. Even those masters who were famous in the arena were honest when they saw the legendary strong man.

At this time, Zhao Qiankun, wearing a skeleton mask, appeared.

"I'll do it!"

Hearing the registration voice, all the audience looked at Zhao Qiankun, and someone immediately recognized him and exclaimed: "It's him, the King Kong Skeleton!"

"Who is that?" There was someone I didn't know next to me.

"It's him, a few days ago, defeated the heavy monster with one blow!"

"Is it him? He sounds very young and doesn't look like a master's aura..."

"What do you know? This is called returning to nature. If a master can tell at a glance, how can there be so many people who are blind? "

Amid the crowd's discussion, Zhao Qiankun came to the ring. Lao Liang, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately came forward: "You are finally here! How about it, the hunting king is the champion, do you dare to challenge it?"

"Then what do you think I'm here for?" Zhao Qiankun smiled and said, "How many odds are this time?"

Lao Liang pointed to the board at the top of the arena: "You are against the Hunter King, 3 against 1.5!"

"The odds don't look down on me!" Zhao Qiankun laughed: "Okay, it's the same. My 100 bonus is all my own!"

"Okay!" Lao Liang went to do it immediately. This time, the hunting king's gimmick attracted a large number of people to make bets, and they could make a lot of money regardless of winning or losing. If they could win or lose, it would be even more beneficial.

In this martial mercenary country, there are all kinds of arenas. People’s favorite entertainment is to watch fights, bet on winning or losing. A star fighter has extraordinary significance for the arena!

Everyone quickly started betting. Those who had watched Zhao Qiankun's game were thinking about which side to bet. Those who didn't know Kong Skeleton were curious. What could this guy who had never seen before? He could still maintain a high odds of 15 against the Hunter King!

Soon, the bet was completed. Under Lao Liang's arrangement, Zhao Qiankun stood on the ring and faced the hunting king.

This is a very tall old man, who looks about sixty years old, has bronze skin, deep wrinkles on his face, and his left eye is also penetrated by three thick scars. His eyes are unconscious, and they should be fake eyes.

This is the Hunting King? Zhao Qiankun looked at it and could indeed feel a sense of pressure. It is not a joke that a strong man at the Sword Saint level is not a joke.

"You are the one they want me to deal with?" The Hunting King stood up, half a head taller than Zhao Qiankun: "It seems that Old Chen just wants to send me information for free!"
Chapter completed!