Chapter Thirty-Three First!

  Yi Jia sent a talented person who came here for training, and the best achievement was only the first place in the land character ranking, and the heavenly character ranking had never appeared before.

  "We absolutely cannot lose face in front of Grandfather and them." Yi Chen's face flashed with determination as he said this in a low voice.

  They didn't stay for long, the five men who escorted Yi Chen in opened the city gate and sent Yi Chen into the dead camp. They left a few words of advice before leaving.

  The place was heavily guarded, and Yi Chen could sense the prying eyes around him, but he didn't pay attention to them, completely stunned by what was in front of him.

  Fighting, the large city can be seen everywhere, from time to time, the corpses of prisoners wearing armor are carried away, and most of the surviving prisoners are injured.

  "Haha, I've finally beaten you! I'm finally 15,000th!"

  A middle-aged man covered in blood held a character sign and let out a loud, mad laugh. His opponent was trampled under his feet, on the verge of death.

  "It's too crazy."

  Such scenes are constantly being performed, and Yi Chen is stunned, while having a chilling feeling. It's no wonder that prisoners who survive in such an environment become cold-blooded killing machines.

  After coming to this world, Yisi had seen quite a few dead people and didn't feel uncomfortable at all. His hands were even trembling with excitement.

  "The weak are preyed upon by the strong, I like it." A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and Yi Chen's face gradually became indifferent, with no emotional fluctuations visible in his eyes.

  "Old thing, hand over your license plate." Just then, a harsh voice came from afar, catching Yi Chen's attention.

  Turning his head indifferently to look over there, Yi Chen discovered a middle-aged prisoner beating and kicking an elderly prisoner, while also occasionally cursing out loud.

  Through the middle-aged prisoner's curses, Yi Chen knew that the old man was 19999 and the middle-aged man was 19998. This was a normal challenge, but Yi Chen's eyebrows furrowed.

  He slightly sensed it and found that the old man didn't have any soul power fluctuations, while the middle-aged man was a high-ranking cultivator in the Yang Soul Realm.

  "Old bastard, I'll see if you pay or not." The middle-aged man continued to punch and kick.

  "Little guy, when I was roaming the Dragon Abyss Continent in my youth, you were still in your mother's womb." The old man was beaten by the middle-aged man, but he remained calm and looked up at him.

  "Is it him?" In the instant when the old man raised his head, a look of astonishment flashed across Yi Chen's face. If Yi Chen wasn't mistaken, he had met that old man before!

  "Grass! You old scoundrel, your cultivation has been crippled, what are you being arrogant about? Do you think you're still the number one demon slayer of Yuan Xuan?" The middle-aged man's face turned cold as he clearly saw the old man's appearance, and then burst out laughing loudly. He raised his foot to trample the old man.

  The idle prisoners around were attracted by the middle-aged man's laughter, and they all came over. However, they didn't help but instead stood there with their arms crossed, occasionally bursting into mocking laughter.

  "If you don't want to hand it over, then go die!"

  His face twisted, the middle-aged man's right hand was wrapped in a strand of soul power, and he punched towards the old man's head. No one around came forward to help, but instead showed excitement in their eyes.

  "Huh." Just as the middle-aged man's fatal punch was about to hit the old man's head, a stone came whizzing in with a breaking sound and struck the middle-aged man's hand, sending him flying out with great force.

  The sudden change of events stunned everyone present, and they immediately turned their heads to look in the direction of the stone's origin. At that moment, a young man wearing a black long shirt stood there, with an indifference on his face that was inconsistent with his age.

  The one who made a move was Yi Chen. When everyone saw him, they were all stunned because he was really too young.

  "You little devil, are you looking to die?" The middle-aged man's ferocious expression intensified upon discovering that the sneak attacker was just a small ghost.

  "Shut your stinking mouth, or I'll make you die a terrible death." Yi Chen shrugged and said a sentence full of indifference.

  The sentence did not have any effect, and the onlookers all burst out laughing loudly, with a tone of disdain in their laughter.

  "You're just a kid, and you dare to call me grandpa?" The middle-aged man pointed at Yi Chen with his hand, his face filled with disdain, and burst out laughing wildly.

  But in the next second he couldn't laugh anymore, and saw Yi Chen's body suddenly tremble, leaving a residual shadow that disappeared on the spot, only to reappear in front of him the next second.

  "Cough."

  Yi Chen's speed was extremely fast, he stretched out his hand and grabbed forward, then suddenly used force to twist, accompanied by a piercing bone fracture sound, the middle-aged man's index finger was twisted off by Yi Chen.

  "Peng." At the same time, Yi Chen suddenly lifted his foot and kicked the middle-aged man in the abdomen, sending him flying out and slamming into the ground far away.

  He couldn't laugh anymore, and a mournful scream like a slaughtered pig came out of his mouth.

  "Fierce!" The laughter on the scene stopped abruptly, and the surrounding crowd stared with wide eyes, looking at Yi Chen with a face that didn't dare to believe it, while this sentence echoed in their hearts.

  "Wasn't that arrogant just now? Be more arrogant and let me see." A cruel smile played on his lips as Yi Chen strode over to the middle-aged man, kicking him flying once again.

  "What do you want? That's a normal challenge, are you going to break the rules of the Dead Camp?" The middle-aged man's arrogant demeanor disappeared as he looked at Yi Chen with a flustered gaze.

  He didn't expect that although his opponent was young, his skills were not inferior to his own, and he was completely unable to counterattack.

  The Dead Camp has a rule that for any normal challenge, no one is allowed to intervene, otherwise they will be punished.

  "You are No. 19999 and I am No. 20000, it seems that I didn't break the rules." Yi Chen said calmly with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

  "If you want to get my seal, then it's up to you to show your skills." Here, in this place of struggle and hardship, a middle-aged man is not someone to be trifled with, his face stern as he lets out a cold snort.

  "Hiss." A cold, sinister smile spread across his face as Yi Chen's body trembled and disappeared from the spot, only to reappear in front of the middle-aged man a second later, throwing a punch at his head.

  "Peng." The middle-aged man didn't react in time and was directly punched by Yi Chen, his sturdy body flying backwards like a wooden puppet, heavily crashing to the ground far away, without making another sound.

  One-hit kill, an unquestionable one-hit kill! The crowd was still in shock because the battle ended way too quickly.

  This was Yi Chen's first time killing someone, but he didn't feel anything. In this place where the strong prey on the weak, sympathy was the cheapest thing.

  With an expressionless face, Yi Chen walked over to the middle-aged man, took his nameplate and at the same time tore off his own nameplate, throwing it onto the middle-aged man's body.

  "The first!" The words were pasted on his armor, and Yi Chen said this sentence with a completely expressionless face.