Even so, Fang Yu was not in a hurry to investigate the trade fair.
The reason was simple, he had no money.
"Even if it's a bargain, it's still worth tens of thousands of Spirit Stones. I don't have enough money now!"
Fang Yu smiled bitterly.
That's right, the weapons used by martial artists were not ordinary. They were called Spiritual Weapons!
The materials used to make Spiritual Weapons were all rare items. The cost of making one was not low.
Even a finished product of slightly better quality would cost tens of thousands of Spirit Stones.
Although Fang Yu had won a few thousand Spirit Stones, including Fang Han's, he only had five thousand Spirit Stones. He was still half way from an ordinary Spiritual Weapon.
"Moreover, if I really want to buy it, I can't buy the most ordinary Spiritual Weapon. It's meaningless …"
Fang Yu thought.
His ultimate goal was to pick up scraps!
Picking up scraps often cost tens of thousands of Spirit Stones. Otherwise, he would not be able to find anything good.
"I still have to go to the underground black market tomorrow!"
Fang Yu looked helpless.
According to the efficiency of the Fang Family servants, they would be able to confirm Fang Han's death in three to seven days.
When that time came, the Third Elder would definitely go crazy and fight him to the death.
After Fang Han upgraded the Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon Hands to a ninth grade martial art, he was still a one-star martial artist!
The Third Elder was a nine-star martial artist!
Moreover, the Third Elder had been in this realm for many years. The reason why he had not broken through was that he lacked the opportunity and was limited by his talent.
However, the Third Elder was still worthy of the title of a half-step Martial Grand Master.
Other than a true Martial Grand Master, it would be very difficult for others to take advantage of the Third Elder!
"Just by looking at it, the Third Elder and I are only ten or so levels apart …"
Fang Yu felt helpless. This was too difficult!
"I wonder if there are any elixirs that can help me break through to the Martial Grand Master level … If there are, I'm afraid the price would be astronomical!"
Fang Yu lamented how poor he was once again!
The night passed in silence.
The next day, Fang Yu followed the same pattern and entered the underground black market, shaking off the tail behind him.
Seeing this, the Fang Clan servants weren't anxious, and they started to wait in the nearby area.
Because after reporting to the Third Elder yesterday, the Third Elder directly replied that the Black Market was a place where crooks mixed with honest folk. As the servants of the three families, they would not be able to find anything unless they spent a lot of time and energy.
However, whether Fang Han was dead or alive, it would take at most three to seven days to find out.
At that time, if Fang Han did not die, even if he was injured, the Third Elder would still let him off for the sake of the Tang family.
After all, gaining the favor of the Tang Sect would play an important role in their chances of becoming the family head in the future.
However, if Fang Han was really dead … Even if God came, Third Elder would seek justice for his son!
…
"Haha, 9527, you're here again!"
When Fang Yu arrived today, the staff in charge of him immediately received him.
He had worked in the underground black market for ten years and had seen countless youths.
He dared to say that Fang Yu could win for three days in a row.
If he won for three days in a row, his bonus and commission would be so generous that he could wake up laughing in his dreams!
"Yes."
Fang Yu nodded.
"I'll arrange a competition for you right now … There's a competition that suits you!"
The staff member said happily.
"I'm not here today to fight beasts."
Fang Yu said quickly.
"Oh?
Then you want to … "
The staff asked curiously.
"There's a deathmatch here, right?
I want to participate in a deathmatch! "
Fang Yu said seriously.
"A deathmatch!"
The staff sucked in a breath of cold air!
A deathmatch, as the name implied, was a competition to determine life and death.
This kind of competition was very dangerous. It was not a possibility, but a certainty that someone would die!
"You, you want to participate in a deathmatch?"
The staff member began to stammer.
"Yes … Don't you have a type of deathmatch here, a chaotic battle?"
Fang Yu nodded.
"It's still a chaotic battle mode!"
The staff's mind was buzzing!
Among the deathmatch modes, the most terrifying one was a chaotic battle!
Fifty death row prisoners and ten challengers were locked in the huge Colosseum.
It would only end when one side died.
There were at least ten martial artists among the prisoners!
Therefore, usually, the challenger's side would be defeated.
Fang Yu's current momentum was not bad. Even if he won for three days in a row, his chances were high.
However, if he were to participate in a deathmatch, and it was a chaotic battle, the probability of losing was close to one hundred percent!
"You, you should think about it carefully!
Although a chaotic battle isn't certain death, the possibility of dying is too high. It's better to fight your way up step by step! "
The staff thought that Fang Yu was eager for money, which was why he made such a bad move. He kept persuading him.
Fang Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He really needed money. If he didn't have enough spirit stones, no matter how strong Fang Yu was, he couldn't cook without rice.
However, the most important thing now was to increase his strength.
Only with enough strength could he have the ability to protect himself from the revenge of the third elder!
"Other than that, I can also train myself!"
Although Fang Yu had raised the Crane-controlling Dragon-capturing Hand to the ninth grade, it was still not enough to just have martial arts.
Just like a scholar, no matter how familiar he was with the book, he would only be able to see the truth during the exam.
"Alright!"
Under Fang Yu's insistence, the staff could only sigh.
He knew that he wouldn't be so lucky. How could a delicious cake fall from the sky!
This golden goose that laid eggs was about to die. What else could he say?
…
"Rumble …"
About an hour later, Fang Yu and a few challengers entered the colosseum together.
These people's auras were all at the martial artist level.
In fact, even if it was a deathmatch, there was still a level restriction.
For example, if the challengers were all martial artists, the ten hidden opponents could only be martial artists at most, and not martial artists.
Fang Yu looked down and didn't look at these people.
Because those who participated in this kind of deathmatch were mostly skilled, it was difficult to see through them. It would be a waste to look at them, so it was better not to look at them!
As for Fang Yu and the others, the nearby audience also had a look of ridicule.
Almost all of them were holding a piece of information and looking at it.
On it were the records of these challengers, their current strength, and so on.
They were all spectators who were immersed in the battle royale all day long. They were very experienced and had good foresight. They dared to say that this was the worst batch of challengers in recent years!
"I don't know if it's intentional or not, but the strongest is actually only a five-star martial artist!
Isn't this courting death? "
"Yeah, there are a lot of consecutive victories on the death row prisoners' side. They may also be five-star or six-star martial artists, but their actual combat power has reached the level of seven-star, eight-star, or even nine-star!"
"Not to mention, there are really people who are close to martial artists among the death row prisoners!"
…
While the audience was discussing animatedly, the door of the death row prisoners' side slowly opened.
The death row prisoners had entered!