"Is everything ready!?" black jailer's eyes looked at those weak criminals who often took beatings and lost points. According to his experience, if these people saw him, they would have definitely pounced on him, lined up and told him where the treasures were hidden, then exchanged them for points to fight.

It wasn't because of their cheap bones, but because these people were combative when they were in the outside world, and all of them were vicious.

When they arrived at the prison, they couldn't cultivate or fight. They had to go crazy, so they would fight every nine days to vent their anger.

Thus, it was like taking drugs. Even though he knew he would lose, he still had to go up on stage and compete.

"Hmm?" After black jailer asked around, there was actually no reaction, which made him feel very strange, so he asked: "Your Purple Cloth Gang doesn't plan to fight today?

"Compete, today I must beat my opponent until all the teeth on the ground are gone!"

"Hmph, after enduring for so long, we can finally breathe again."

"Fellow Red Gang, do you have the guts to fight me?"

Purple Cloth Gang and Red Gang were the two forces in the prison. It was not that they were separated on purpose, but they were beaten up after years of prison compet.i.tions. Most of the people in Purple Cloth Gang were people who took years of beatings.

And Red Gang only had strong physical bodies and strong fighting strength, so every time they fought, the two groups would always face each other in fury.

This was the situation that the black jailer wanted to see the most. He had even sent his subordinates to stir up trouble from both sides every few days just so that he could get some benefits from it.

But after all these times, these people actually did not compete with him. This was equivalent to cutting off his path of wealth, so he had the authority to use the Purple Cloth Gang and the Red Gang to confuse and regroup them.

Furthermore, he would split the profits evenly every year. This way, the battle would once again begin. This was because there were losses, and there were wins. The number of wins and losses actually increased his income by several times.

Even he himself admired himself. He truly was too talented.

But today, for some reason, he felt that something was different. The people who were supposed to use the treasures stored in the external world to exchange for points had all stopped, and from the looks of it, they were all eager to give it a try.

"Don't tell me they all have points? Or do they all have the confidence that they will definitely win? "

The black jailer was suspicious, even the jailer's people looked at each other. The criminals had told them where the treasure was, and the person who excavated the treasure was obviously them, so they could also benefit from it.

As long as he did not act, black jailer would just turn a blind eye. After all, they were all his subordinates, he had to get others to drink some soup even if he wanted to eat meat.

Therefore, these people were rich and imposing, and it was only a once or twice. Thus, they were happy and at ease as they set up tables and chairs by the side, drinking tea and chatting.

On the other hand, the people from the Red Gang were confused, they could feel that the Purple Cloth Gang was a little overbearing, but what was there to be arrogant about with those defeated enemies?

"Purple Cloth Gang's defeated enemies, did you guys take the bad medicine? Did you guys not get beaten up enough last time?"

"That must be it. This time, we must work harder and completely beat these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds down."

Following the clamor, one of the Red Gang's people jumped onto the stage. He had a proud expression, his eyes looked at the people of Purple Cloth Gang with disdain, and in the end landed on one of them.

"Hong Qingyang, seems like your strength has increased. How about you let me experience it?"

Below the stage, Hong Qingyang had already reached his limits, with a whoosh, he rushed up to the stage, the force from his body tore the air apart, and when he landed on the stage, a loud explosion came out, and both of his feet created two deep craters.

"Huang Taibei, you're right. Today, I will take revenge for the beating I received over the past two months. If you want to experience it, I will teach you what true strength is."

Just as his voice fell, Hong Qingyang's figure charged forward, transforming into a blur, the sound of air exploding had already arrived in front of Huang Taibei, his enraged fist had already stored up all of its strength, when his fist struck out, the sound of thunder rumbled.

As he panicked, Huang Taibei raised a fist to welcome him. Although the other side was menacing, he did not believe that his cultivation would improve in this prison.

His cultivation base was higher than his opponent's first stage cultivation base. In these many years he had been here, his cultivation base had been depleted, and the Aurous Core inside his dantian was dim.

Besides, they were one level lower than him. It was likely that they had already lost all their cultivation. However, because of the compet.i.tion in nine days, the power of their bodies kept on increasing.

Boom!

The two fists collided, and the difference between the two was like that of heaven and earth. The confident Huang Taibei was forced back more than ten steps before he finally lost his footing and fell to the ground with a thud.

"How is this possible?"

"With such little strength, have you not eaten your fill?"

"Too useless, you can't even beat him!"

Facing the questioning of the ma.s.ses at Red Gang, Huang Taibei's face flushed red. He became angry from embarra.s.sment and jumped up with a leap, swinging his legs in the air like a windmill.

Shen Longxuan saw that this person's physical body strength was at the level of Fifth Stage of Martial King Stage, but because of the lack of spiritual energy in his body, it seemed a little weak.

"Haha, Huang Taibei, this is only the beginning. Prepare to be crushed!" Hong Qingyang's expression was a little agitated, he had not felt this kind of sensation for a long time.

He received Shen Longxuan's pill, he did not believe the latter's words about the pill's power increasing by four times, but after consuming it, the boundless spirit energy made him moan comfortably, and a Returning Energy Pill was able to recover his spirit energy by forty percent.

If this had happened in the past, it would simply be impossible. A single Returning Energy Pill being able to recover 10% of his strength was already a pretty good pill, and it could be seen that Shen Longxuan had not lied to him.

Gifting such an expensive pill to someone else, this fellow was definitely not simple!

Hong Qingyang glanced at Shen Longxuan from the corner of his eyes and realised that he was watching his own match. He was even more confident as he placed the spiritual power in his body on the surface of his fist.

It was an easy feat for him to win against Huang Taibei. His fist shone with a faint glow as it landed on the latter's foot, causing his spinning body to stop abruptly and fall to the ground.

Huang Taibei gripped his feet, and cried out in fear: "You actually dare to use spiritual energy, I think you're looking for death. Without spiritual energy to nourish you, your Jindan will shatter, what an idiot!"

"Hmph, don't say that it's useless. If you admit defeat, we'll fight you again!"

"I'll just fight, who's afraid of me!"

The two of them once again clashed against each other. This time, both of them used their full strength, causing unending banging sounds to ring out, occasionally accompanied by Huang Taibei's m.u.f.fled groans.

He was fighting with too much grievance. He clearly could have easily defeated Hong Qingyang, but this guy used too little spirit energy, causing him to be on the verge of falling in an instant.

On the other hand, the more Hong Qingyang fought, the smoother it became. Although he had simply placed his spirit energy on the surface of his body, but it had also greatly increased his strength. Although it was not as powerful as the Martial Arts Yang, every fist that landed on Huang Taibei caused him to tremble.

"I'm asking you again, do you admit defeat?"

Hong Qingyang's fist shone with a green light as it struck the opponent's chest. Huang Tai Bei finally spat out a mouthful of blood and fell onto the stage.

"He admitted defeat!"

10,000 points were transferred onto his points card. This fellow happily jumped off the stage, "Haha, I haven't felt this good in a long time. The rest is up to you guys!"

black jailer also noticed Hong Qingyang, of course, and saw the spiritual energy flow in his body. He thought suspiciously: "Could it be that this guy consumed some kind of miracle medicine?"