Chapter 65: Can't You Bloody Well Use Your Own Name?

Martial City, underground Life-and-death Arena.

Open twenty-four hours a day, never stopping unless something major happens.

Jiang Changkong, dressed in black robes, watched three martial artists fighting on the arena.

They were all nebula martial artists, but the black-robed spectators were extremely excited.

Splattering hot blood and the smell of blood stimulated them, and also stimulated Jiang Changkong.

Screams and roars echoed throughout the underground space.

“I want ten consecutive matches!”

Jiang Changkong shouted loudly, his voice rough, drowning out the entire arena.

The screams and roars suddenly stopped, and the underground space fell into deathly silence.

Then came excited roars: “Ten consecutive matches, ten consecutive matches!”

“Someone completed ten consecutive matches last night, and today another person wants ten consecutive matches?”

“Has the Life-and-death Arena become so easy?”

“This guy, did he watch last night’s ten consecutive matches and think it’s easy?”

The black-robed spectators below whispered among themselves.

The host in black robes flashed a strange look in his eyes: “Alright, ten consecutive matches take priority. Choose one.”

Jiang Changkong looked toward the gambling bookmaker: “Wait a moment, I’ll bet on myself winning first.”

The gambling bookmaker quickly said: “The rules have changed now, you can’t bet on your own match.”

Jiang Changkong was somewhat disappointed but didn’t care. He randomly picked an arena and jumped onto it: “Mid Star Sea Stage, who’s next?”

The crowd of black-robed spectators: “…”

The host in black robes: “…”

Another Mid Star Sea Stage?

The host in black robes paused: “You, the one who uses a saber, right? The one from yesterday?”

Jiang Changkong wasn’t surprised to be recognized: “I can try using a sword.”

Both Mid Star Sea Stage, both wanting ten consecutive matches, coming one after another—only a fool wouldn’t guess.

Are you here to cause trouble?

The host in black robes waved his hand: “Brother, come down and talk.”

Jiang Changkong jumped off the arena and came to the side of the black-robed man.

He hadn’t planned to continue with ten consecutive matches anyway; the other party wasn’t a fool and wouldn’t let him continue.

“Brother, this way please.”

The host in black robes led Jiang Changkong to the edge of the underground space.

It was a stone wall, smooth and flat, painted black.

The black-robed man raised his hand and pressed it against the stone wall, which automatically split open.

Jiang Changkong watched his hand; something slid into his sleeve, probably the key to open it.

The stone wall parted, revealing a narrow space inside, very simple, with only a table.

A black-robed man was brewing tea at the table, the fragrance of tea overflowing and filling the entire space.

“Please, this is our master. He has something to discuss with you.” The host in black robes bowed slightly and made an inviting gesture.

Jiang Changkong hesitated for a moment, then walked in. This stone wall couldn’t stop him.

That black-robed man was only at the Mid Star Sea Stage. If there was a trap, he could fight his way out.

“It’s been a long time since Martial City has seen a strong person like you.”

The tea-brewing black-robed man smiled faintly: “We fought yesterday. I was the last one. My surname is Wu.”

Bullshit surname Wu, your surname is clearly Lu, Lu Wuhai.

Jiang Changkong smiled slightly: “What a coincidence, we’re from the same family. I’m also Wu.”

“Oh? Such a coincidence?”

Lu Wuhai’s eyes flickered: “Then I’ll call you Brother Wu.

The Life-and-death Arena business is tough. If you’re short on Star Stones, I have a few here that you can use.”

As he spoke, he took out a few third-grade mid-tier Star Stones and placed them on the table.

Jiang Changkong glanced at the Star Stones and said calmly: “What I want isn’t a few, but hundreds, thousands—the more, the better.”

“Brother, you’re making things difficult for us. Opening your mouth so wide means you’re deliberately making trouble for us.”

Lu Wuhai’s gaze turned cold. “There’s another arena upstairs. Why not go smash that one, brother?”

Jiang Changkong replied indifferently, “If there are Star Stones to earn, I’ll go anywhere. But that’s a matter for tomorrow.”

“Then today, you don’t intend to accept my friendship?”

Lu Wuhai tapped his finger on the Star Stone. “Think carefully. This Life-and-death Arena is the business of He Long—Long Ye.”

“He Long? He doesn’t scare me,” Jiang Changkong said disdainfully.

Whether it was a Jiangcheng big shot or an old-school Star Sea Martial Artist, as long as they were at the Star Sea Level, he had no fear of them now.

“If that’s the case, I have a business deal to introduce to you. The Star Stones you could gain would far exceed your imagination. I’m just afraid you wouldn’t dare take it.”

Lu Wuhai lowered his voice.

“Tell me,” Jiang Changkong said calmly.

After a moment of contemplation, Lu Wuhai whispered in his ear, “Three hours from now, ten li southeast of the Martial Market, a batch of Star Stones will be transported to Jiangcheng. Among them, there are at least several thousand below third-tier, and no fewer than several hundred at third-tier.”

Jiang Changkong’s hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, spilling some tea.

Several thousand below third-tier, and several hundred at third-tier. In Jiangcheng, only top bosses like He Long could barely handle such large-scale business. But while they could handle legitimate trade, if this shipment were robbed, even He Long might not be able to withstand the consequences. This could be a massive trap.

“It seems your courage isn’t that great either. You can only handle small deals,” Lu Wuhai sneered, shaking his head.

“I am a law-abiding Martial Artist. I only seek Star Stones; I don’t harm lives,” Jiang Changkong said calmly. “For this kind of robbery, you’ll have to find someone else.”

“If you’re scared, just say so. I’m not asking you to kill anyone—just informing you about a shipment. Here’s the specific location. Whether you act or not is up to you.”

Lu Wuhai took out a slip of paper and handed it to him. “Of course, if you really want to smash the arena, go ahead. No one will accompany you for ten consecutive matches, but you can have an empty arena to play with.”

Jiang Changkong pocketed the slip and stood up to leave. The wall automatically parted to let him out.

Looking at the information on the slip, Jiang Changkong noted that three hours and ten li weren’t far. With his cultivation, he could get there in no time.

After lingering in the crowd for a while, he followed someone who left, exiting the underground space. After some thought, he headed toward the location ten li away.

He was curious about whose business could be this large. As for whether to act, he would decide based on the situation.

Before long, Jiang Changkong arrived ten li away. On the way, he encountered a few Star Qi Level Star Demons and cut them down directly. The Star Demons near the Martial Market were cleared out annually by the six big shots, so any that occasionally wandered in from afar weren’t strong.

Arriving at the specific location, he found a small sapling, not very tall, hidden among thick weeds. Jiang Changkong first scouted the area for traps, then found a spot to sit down and wait cross-legged.

Three hours passed in a flash. Jiang Changkong opened his eyes and frowned. His keen senses detected someone watching from the shadows. At this moment, was it Lu Wuhai keeping an eye on him? It seemed he really had to act now.

Thud, thud.

Heavy footsteps sounded as a small team of thirteen people approached from the distance. Each of them carried a backpack, wore armor, held a long spear, and had a sword at their waist.

“It’s them?” Jiang Changkong was slightly surprised. Among the group were three familiar faces—Liu Feng and the other two.

This is the military’s Star Stones. Has Lu Wuhai gone mad, sending someone to rob the army?

This is a crime, stealing from the Federation!

The group passed by silently. Jiang Changkong hesitated—should he act?

The leader was at the Mid Star Sea Stage, while the others were only at the Star Cloud and Star Qi levels.

If he went all out, he could easily take down everyone.

Thinking of the person behind him, a smile curled at Jiang Changkong’s lips as he charged straight out.

“Who goes there?”

A startled shout rang out as the Mid Star Sea Stage leader roared, his spear radiating brilliant starlight, tearing through the darkness.

“Lu Wuhai of the Martial Arts School, borrowing some Star Stones!”

Jiang Changkong shouted coldly, dodging the spear and delivering a swift chop to knock the Star Sea soldier unconscious.

The other soldiers thrust their spears forward, but their vision blurred, and the next moment, they too fell unconscious.

The black-clad figure behind: “…”

Not only did you announce your name during a robbery, but you couldn’t even use your own name?

Do you already know who I am?