Top-Class Comprehension: Start with Basic Fist Techniques Chapter 567 - 207: The True Master of Disguising as a Pig to

Heavenly Saint City’s Battlefield.

Lu Changsheng was already familiar with the location and had even entered it several tis.

Soon, Lu Changsheng stepped into the battlefield once again.

Inside the battlefield, there were three divisions: the Martial Arts Arena, the Immortal Fighting Arena, and the Mixed Arena.

The distinctions between the three were self-explanatory: the Martial Arts Arena was for martial artists, the Immortal Fighting Arena for immortal cultivators, while the Mixed Arena combined martial artists and immortal cultivators.

The battlefield was brutal.

Once you stepped into the arena, not only was victory or defeat decided, but also life or death.

In other words, of the two participants in the arena, only one could walk out alive.

Only by slaying your opponent could you claim victory.

Lu Changsheng went straight to the organizers of the battlefield.

"I want to participate in the arena."

Lu Changsheng said to one of the officials in charge of the battlefield.

"Na, cultivation level, affiliation."

"Lu Changsheng, Dao Foundation Peak, Loose Cultivator Martial Artist."

Lu Changsheng responded truthfully.

His cultivation level was actually "Half-Step Divine Skills."

Of course, that was rely his interpretation.

In reality, there wasn’t truly a "Half-Step Divine Skills" realm.

"Half-Step Divine Skills" was still classified under Dao Foundation Peak.

The battlefield official, who was also a Dao Foundation martial artist, gave Lu Changsheng a deep, considering look and said in a low voice, "You should already understand the rules of the battlefield. Once you participate, you must fight at least three rounds."

"After the three rounds, you are free to leave anyti. Of course, you can choose to continue participating or refuse further matches—the freedom is quite high."

"Each ti you participate, you’ll receive ten Spirit Stones as standard paynt and an additional reward of ten percent from the bets fielded on your fight!"

"If you have no issues with the terms, then sign this agreent and leave your spiritual imprint."

The battlefield official laid out the terms clearly.

The fixed ten Spirit Stones were nothing special.

But the ten percent reward from betting—now that was remarkable.

Did the people of Heavenly Saint City co just to spectate the battlefield?

No, they also placed bets.

How much was wagered on each match naturally depended on the fighters’ reputations.

For soone like Lu Changsheng, an unknown martial artist, if he faced off against another equally obscure martial artist, the wagers would likely amount to just a few hundred Spirit Stones, and his cut would only be a few dozen.

But what about winning a few matches in a row or fighting against soone with considerable fa?

The betting amounts could beco staggering.

They could range from thousands to tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of Spirit Stones for the most famous and powerful participants.

However, such matches were reserved for the most celebrated and top-tier warriors in the battlefield.

Lu Changsheng had already done his research—the price of a single drop of Heavenly Spirit Water was approximately ten thousand Spirit Stones.

Such a price was exorbitant.

Yet within the battlefield, if Lu Changsheng was lucky, he could accumulate over ten thousand Spirit Stones after just a few or a dozen matches.

Enough to purchase the Heavenly Spirit Water.

"I’ll sign."

Lu Changsheng signed his na without hesitation and left his spiritual imprint.

It was only a temporary spiritual imprint.

After three rounds, it would automatically dissipate.

This asure was in place to prevent participants from fleeing mid-battle.

For deserters, the battlefield would imdiately declare them defeated and dispatch individuals to hunt them down.

No one wanted to be hunted by the battlefield.

Instances of desertion were extrely rare.

Risking it in the battlefield still left room for survival.

Being hunted by the battlefield ant certain death!

"Good, the agreent has been signed, and the spiritual imprint is recorded."

"Return here in three days, and we’ll arrange your first bout in the Martial Arts Arena."

"You’ll only learn the identity of your opponent one hour before the match begins."

"Any issues?"

Lu Changsheng replied coolly, "No issues."

"The battlefield should provide a resting space for participants, correct?"

"Of course. You may stay in the facilities here for the next three days."

Lu Changsheng nodded.

He went straight to rest in the room assigned by the battlefield.

Over the next three days, Lu Changsheng stayed within the battlefield premises.

He also observed the fighters competing in martial duels.

Perhaps his first opponent would be among them.

Gaining more information was never a bad idea.

Three days flew by in the blink of an eye.

The battlefield inford Lu Changsheng of his first Martial Arts Arena match.

An hour before the fight, Lu Changsheng learned the na of his opponent.

"Zhao Feng?"

A completely unremarkable na.

Despite spending three days within the battlefield, Lu Changsheng had never heard of this martial artist.

Most likely, Zhao Feng was also a first-ti participant.

Typically, first-ti fighters would not be matched against renowned champions.

Lu Changsheng couldn’t gather any information about Zhao Feng.

But that didn’t matter—if he couldn’t dig up anything about Zhao Feng, then Zhao Feng couldn’t uncover details about him either.

It was a level playing field.

And so, Lu Changsheng waited calmly for the hour to pass.

That hour was primarily allocated for placing bets.

The people drawn to the battlefield had a wide range of interests.

So liked to bet on known champions.

Others preferred wagering on unknown fighters, relying purely on luck, akin to opening a mystery box—it was thrilling and unpredictable.

Li Guang belonged to the latter group.

A top-tier Dao Foundation martial artist, he held no aspirations for Divine Skills. However, with a privileged background and considerable wealth, he loved placing bets in the battlefield.

He exclusively wagered on obscure contenders.

His entire approach boiled down to luck.

And he thoroughly enjoyed the excitent it brought him.

On this very day, Li Guang noticed a Martial Arts Arena match set to begin in an hour.

"Lu Changsheng versus Zhao Feng."

"Neither of these two have appeared in the arena before—they must be first-ti participants."

"Lu Changsheng... The na is interesting. I’ll bet on him. Sa as usual, a hundred Spirit Stones."