The Kalasutra Minister was one of the leaders of Hell. He was watching the high-level Hell emperors' battles. Even though the Great Emperors of Hell organized the battles, he used them to recruit army members. There was no battle stage for great emperors. At that level, Great Emperor Song could grant them a position if they desired one.
If they were strong, they could obtain a high position. If they were ordinary great emperors, then they had to go through the same painstaking procedure.
Therefore, high-level emperors were the highest-level contestants.
The young man and the young woman next to Minister Kalasutra watched the other battle stages. Minister Kalasutra's daughter was a low-level emperor, and Great Emperor Song's descendant was a medium-level emperor. His name was Wang Zhuo. He was one of Great Emperor Song's direct descendants, and had already fought on the battle stage. He had won a hundred battles without losing and without having a rest, a testament to his strength. When he was still a low-level Hell emperor, medium-level Hell emperors already feared him, not because of his social status, but because of his strength.
Great Emperor Song loved war, and he loved people who were strong. If his children weren't strong, he didn't care about them. Great Emperor Song was very old, and had many descendants. There was a fierce competition between them, and they relied solely on strength to climb up the hierarchy.
"Wang Zhuo, how many people do you think will win a hundred battles without losing? Is the person you mentioned already on stage?" asked Minister Kalasutra. He wasn't dark at all, he was very pale, as if he had never been exposed to the sun. However, it was said that the Kalasutra Hell was a powerful place filled with fire. The fact that Minister Kalasutra was so pale was very strange.
He wasn't the only one. His daughter Qin Yao was also very white, even paler, but she wasn't ugly. She was considered extremely beautiful, especially her eyes. People didn't dare look at her eyes.
"Minister, look at him," said Wang Zhuo pointing at someone. That person was very tall, he looked stupid, but on the battle stage, he looked powerful.
"How strong! Is he agile, though? He's a bit tall," observed Minister Kalasutra with a laught, but he knew it wasn't true. He wasn't fast, but it seemed difficult to escape from him because he immediately overwhelmed his opponents.
Wang Zhuo smiled, "His name is Hei Lao. When he attacks, people are like in a cage. No matter how fast you are, it's useless against him because he will imprison you in a cage as hard as a dungeon. He's only a low-level Hell emperor, but today he will probably win a hundred battles without losing. If you like him, he can join Kalasutra Hell," said Wang Zhuo confidently. Hei Lao controlled death, weight, and empty space cosmic energies. He looked stupid but he wasn't. In fact, he was very smart. His empty space and weight cosmic energies fusion was perfect, he could make cages out of them. Therefore, he was very famous. Becoming famous in the Great Imperial Song City wasn't easy, but Hei Lao was famous.
"Of course, if Princess Qin Yao challenges him, then Hei Lao won't be able to get a hundred victories!" said Wang Zhuo, laughing and glancing at Qin Yao. He said that because he wanted Minister Kalasutra and Qin Yao to like him. He was very strong, but he was also very polite. People liked compliments, so he didn't hesitate to dish them out.
Lin Feng also noticed Hei Lao and stared at him. That guy's cosmic energies fusions were indeed perfect. Lin Feng started thinking, imagining what it would be like to fight against him. He considered using earth and empty space energies to attack Hei Lao.
On the battle stage, Wang Zhuo pointed at a medium-level Hell emperor who had just jumped onto the battle stage. He was wearing black clothes and wielding a sword, and didn't look like Hei Lao at all. He was sturdy, with a grey face and eyes. He also looked expressionless, as he was blind.
"That cultivator is a sword cultivator, his name is Jian Mang, he's blind, very dangerous and precise, though. In the Great Imperial Song City, many strong Hell emperors are afraid of him," Wang Zhuo laughed. "He can definitely win a hundred times on the battle stage of the medium-level Hell emperors," said Wang Zhuo confidently, as if he were talking about himself.
Jian Mang was really strong. His sword skills were powerful.
"People who are blind are even better sword cultivators because their sword is like their eyes," said Minister Kalasutra when he heard Wang Zhuo.
"Minister, look in front of us," said Wang Zhuo, pointing at someone who was seated lower in the bleachers. There were pavilions filled with people. The people who were seated there had won a hundred times. Twenty pavilions were filled with people!
"I know. Those people have all won a hundred battles," smiled Minister Kalasutra.
Wang Zhuo nodded, "They are already members of army now. However, they're still here. Minister, you probably know the reason. They want to become even more famous. They want to defeat other strong cultivators who have won a hundred times. That way, they will be even more famous and they will have privileges in the government."
"I've heard that if you defeated nine champions, you could obtain privileges. That's not easy," said Minister Kalasutra, smiling easily. He didn't look like a leader from Hell.
"They must also agree on a date, otherwise, seeing ten champions together on the same day is almost impossible," Qin Yao smiled. She looked at Wang Zhuo and said, "Therefore, you made my dad and me come today."
"My boy, you have given much thought to the matter," Minister Kalasutra smiled.
"I've heard that Princess Qin Yao wanted to become a member of our government. Princess, you can shine today," said Wang Zhuo smiling and nodding at Qin Yao.
Qin Yao smiled back, looking even more beautiful. Wang Zhuo was convinced that she could defeat nine other champions. She was very happy.
In the Great Imperial Song City, even an Minister's daughter had to respect the rules. She had to rely on strength to obtain privileges.
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Down in the bleachers, many young men looked sharp and ready to fight. They already knew that the Minister's daughter was there to fight against them. It wouldn't be easy.
Hei Lao is going to get his hundred victories. It's his last battle. I wonder who will dare come and fight against him, thought many people. At that moment, someone jumped onto the battle stage. It was a handsome young man in white clothes. Everybody was astonished, not because he looked extremely strong, but because he looked like a Hell Zun cultivator.
"Show me your real cultivation level!" challenged someone, rising up in the air to face Lin Feng. Even though people were free on battle stages, there were still rules. Otherwise, the battles would have been totally chaotic. Lin Feng was a Hell Zun cultivator, but maybe he was hiding his cultivation level.
Lin Feng nodded and released cosmic strength. When that person sensed Lin Feng's energies, he nodded, "Low-level emperor, fine, you can fight!" He went back into the crowd.
"This person is strange," observed Minister Kalasutra, looking at Lin Feng. He didn't understand. Lin Feng was using a technique to hide his cultivation level, and even the Minister couldn't see his real cultivation level.
"Even though he's using a powerful technique to hide his cultivation level, he can't defeat Hei Lao!" proclaimed Wang Zhuo. At the same time, Hei Lao jumped like a demon and thunder rang out.
Hei Lao raised his gigantic hand, which looked as big as a praying mat. He used the same technique to fight against Lin Feng as he had used against everyone else. No low-level emperor could resist him.
"The battle is over!" said Wang Zhuo, smiling confidently. Hei Lao's hand came crushing down… until suddenly, he sensed a powerful strength coming at him. A cage appeared around him… he was imprisoned!
"Hei Lao's own attack!" The crowd was stunned. Hei Lao was imprisoned! The young man destroyed Hei Lao's attack explosively and moved so fast he couldn't be seen, before punching out in Hei Lao's direction.
Explosive impacts shook the air, and Hei Lao was pounded relentlessly. Surprisingly, Hei Lao started reeling, the young man in front of him was so slim, but was as motionless as a mountain.
Wang Zhuo's confidence immediately disappeared from his face, unable to hide his astonishment.