Chapter 362: The Eagle and Falcon Strike Together, the Owl Hides in the Shadows

The highest point of Yingchao is Ying Laoda's favorite place.

Sitting at the highest point, one has an unobstructed view downward; the two sides locked in life-and-death combat in the arena, as well as the onlookers, are all within sight.

Yet who could know that whether inside or outside the arena, everyone is merely a character in the play Ying Laoda is watching.

Ying Laoda has black hair and a white beard, with ten iron finger cots stuck on his hands; they are Blood-Qi Divine Weapons nurtured for a full 30 years, having almost become a part of his body.

His bones are thick and his frame is tall, giving off a strong sense of oppression; just sitting there is enough to make people shrink back.

Standing beside him is a dwarf, Sun Laoer, who is famous for his fierce killing.

Sun Laoer is sitting on a large iron hammer on the ground; this large iron hammer is his signature weapon and also a Blood-Qi Divine Weapon.

It is well known that the Eagle Collective Strike are inseparable, having mastered the ultimate technique of the Eagle Collective Strike, which even a high-level Martial Master cannot block.

Ou Laosan is not at the scene; he spends his days soaking in a lake pool to practice his arts and rarely appears on land.

Accompanying the two is the fourth, Bailao, a middle-aged man with a baby face, whose limbs are slender and long, and who walks without a sound.

"Great arrangement, Boss!"

The dwarf said loudly in a shrill voice, fawning over him fiercely.

Ying Laoda smiled and shook his head, "If Mao Laoliu doesn't die, my heart won't be at ease; it just depends on how he chooses."

Suddenly, a violent shout came from the arena, from Mao Laoliu.

Mao Laoliu was so angry his face turned red, "Take the things off his body! He is a human, not a beast, how can you treat him like this?"

Ying Laoda's voice came with the wind, "He is fiercer than a beast; after being captured, he bit and scratched several of my men to death, so it's better to keep him tied up."

"Very well, the show is about to start, it doesn't matter if you let him go."

After Mao Lang's restraints were removed, he couldn't wait to pounce in front of his master and spoke quickly.

"Master, I have to fight the first trial today, and I don't even know who my opponent is."

"Are you alright, Master? Why do you have so many wounds on your body? Did they abuse you? Damn them!"

Mao Laoliu pressed down on Mao Lang's wrist, "Listen to me!"

The old man's eyes and tone were full of majesty; Mao Lang became quiet on the spot upon hearing this, becoming unprecedentedly docile.

"Mao Lang, they captured me and forced me to go through the Ten Trials, fighting like wild beasts for their entertainment and humiliation. At first, I would rather die than agree, so they threatened me with my family."

"My condition was to release my family and you, but they wouldn't agree; they wanted me to choose one side."

"The greatest regret of my life is that I chose my family and abandoned you. I am sorry!"

Mao Lang's blank gaze shifted several times before finally settling into calm, "Master, my opponent is you!"

This scene made many onlookers' hair stand on end; a master-disciple duel, an exhausted old master against a disciple who had just entered the fighting arena—the dramatic conflict was at its peak at this moment.

On the high viewing platform, the old man pointed at the two in the arena and said to the youth, "Do you see?"

"These two are both your enemies. No matter who wins, the rest of their lives will be spent in an endless hell from which they cannot be freed."

"Child, can your hatred be resolved now?"

The youth surnamed Wu was silent for a moment; the inner shock he received was too strong, and he was slow to recover.

He shook his head, "Master and disciple killing each other, destroying human ethics—this is not my hatred. Master, I don't want to watch anymore, let's go!"

The wrinkles at the corners of the old man's eyes were full of smiles and joy; he pulled the youth up and left, "Good child, you are my disciple."

In the arena... Mao Lang bared his teeth and growled, his limbs trembling; driven by anger, his wild nature reached its peak.

He hated the Five Birds for their deception, actually wanting him to have a life-and-death duel with his benefactor and master! However, no matter how angry he was, it couldn't change reality. He suddenly calmed down, lay on the ground, and kowtowed to Mao Laoliu, "Master, you were the one who brought me back from the wild."

"Mao Lang was originally a beast, but now I am a human. Since I am a human, I must respect the ethics between master and disciple; for a disciple to strike his master is a great rebellion."

"Kill me, and the 10 trials will be passed. Take your family and leave!"

He looked at Mao Laoliu pitifully, completely giving up resistance.

Mao Laoliu looked up at the sky, then stomped his feet heavily, causing the ground to shake, "Good, your life belongs to me, and now I am taking it back."

He raised his arms, golden light wrapping around his fists, his killing intent erupting.

In front of him was the back of Mao Lang's head; one punch down and the brains would splatter, the person would die, and the 10th trial would be passed immediately.

The wind around brought a faint voice, "... he is also a loyal and righteous person."

"Mao Laoliu is quite lucky. The Five Birds wanted to test human hearts with this move, but didn't expect it to fulfill him instead."

"A disciple's life is not worth much..."

Mao Laoliu's face was like dead water, and he said, "Mao Lang, strike quickly. Your master does not want you to go easy on me."

Upon hearing this, Mao Lang stood up and assumed a Vajra fist defensive stance, his heart relieved; even if his master was seriously injured, he himself was no match, and he would die in one round.

Today, the Mad Beast will tell the world with his death: I have lived up to my master!

*Swoosh! * The golden light flared, and the two bodies did not separate after colliding.

When Mao Lang opened his eyes, he saw his master's aged body hanging on his arms, his blood-stained palms empty, unable to grasp anything.

His pupils dilated rapidly, then shrank to the size of pinpricks, "Master!"

"Live on; even if you have to be a beast, you must live on."

Mao Laoliu spat out a sentence and passed away with his eyes closed in his disciple's arms.

Mao Lang went completely mad; he hugged Mao Laoliu's corpse and ran wildly in the arena, slamming his body against the hard stone seats, causing blood to splatter and bones to collide, yet he knew no pain and no fatigue.

Those with experience in the old ways could see that he was driven to madness; unless he exhausted all his strength, he would not stop. Under normal circumstances, exhaustion meant death.

High above at Yingchao... the Three Birds watched this scene with great interest. The master was dead, and the disciple would also die of exhaustion; the result of mutual destruction was not bad. Suddenly, a figure walked out from the shadow behind Ying Laoda: Xiao Gu.

Xiao Gu bowed to Ying Laoda, "Boss, how about giving this kid to me as a gift?"

"You want him?"

Ying Laoda agreed readily, "It's rare for you to be interested, take him back. This kid is wild and hard to tame, be careful."

In the arena, Mao Lang's feet were covered in blood; his eyes were blood-red, and the world in his vision was a sea of blood. To him, the world was like a Sea of Blood, wanting to drown and dissolve him and his master.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the arena, and exclamations rang out all around.

Xiao Gu silently pressed up behind Mao Lang and softly said, "Shadowless Zang Technique."

Before everyone's eyes, a black shadow rose from the ground, enveloped Xiao Gu and Mao Lang, and along with the corpse of Mao Laoliu, they vanished from the spot.

In the empty field, apart from bloodstains and blood spots, nothing else remained.

"That was the fifth of the Five Birds, Xiao Gu; this movement technique is simply incredible."

Zhou You listened to the exclamations of the people around him, his gaze very grave; this movement technique was even more formidable than his own Stealth.

If she could do this in broad daylight, what about a sneak attack in private? He had already made adjustments in his mind: he must take out Xiao Gu first, along with the other one famous for assassination, Bailao Laos.

(End of chapter)