Ning Liu's plain words were like a drop of clear water falling into a boiling oil pan.
After a brief pause, an even more violent eruption followed.
"What did he say? The next game?"
"He's gone mad! This kid is really insane!"
The burly man in the arena was so enraged that he laughed, his facial muscles contorting into a ferocious expression.
"Next match? Good! Very good! My next match is to tear you to pieces!"
Before he could finish speaking, a chilling voice echoed through every corner of the venue via the megaphones scattered throughout.
"Hell's Killing Fields, this session begins."
As soon as that sound came out, all the noise and curses seemed to be choked by an invisible hand and disappeared instantly.
The burly man's sinister smile froze on his face.
The fallen ones in the stands were also stunned.
That's the rule.
As long as there are two living people on the field, and one of them initiates a challenge, the host of the killing field will immediately announce the start of the competition, regardless of whether the other party agrees or not, and regardless of their status.
These are the ironclad rules of the Killing City, designed to ensure that the most extreme gore and entertainment will always be present here.
No one can defy it.
The burly man's astonishment quickly turned into cruelty. He licked the dried blood from his lips, his beastly eyes fixed on Ning Liu.
"Kid, you asked for it, so don't blame me!"
"roar!"
He let out a deafening roar, stomped his foot hard, and the cracked ground exploded into a shallow crater.
Then, his burly body, like a raging bull, charged straight at Ningliu, accompanied by a foul stench.
He appeared reckless, yet each step he took carried a peculiar rhythm, stirring up the black soil and bloodstains on the ground, forming a gray-black cloud that instantly enveloped the area between the two, obscuring everyone's view.
"It's a 'dust storm surge'!"
"That bastard, he actually used his best skills to deal with a newbie!"
In the stands, some of the fallen men who recognized the burly man cried out in surprise.
This is not a soul skill, but a pure combat technique.
Using smoke and dust to disrupt the opponent's perception, and relying on their years of experience fighting in this area, they launch a fatal blow the moment their vision is obscured.
On the stage, many of his opponents were defeated by this move.
Xu Jiushi frowned as he stood in the upper stands.
"This big guy actually has some cunning."
Titan scoffed, "Fancy."
Although they said that, their eyes never left the scene, and they showed no concern whatsoever.
In the heart of the billowing smoke, Ning Liu's figure became blurred.
Despite the fierce wind and murderous intent rushing towards him, his expression remained unchanged, and he did not even move his feet an inch.
He simply raised his right hand.
Buzz—
A sword appeared out of thin air in his palm.
It was a longsword, dark red all over, as if forged from congealed blood.
The sword was covered with hideous and mysterious demonic patterns, with wisps of dark red killing intent swirling around it, exuding a ferocious aura that could terrify anyone.
Asura Demon Sword (Imitation).
The moment this sword was drawn, the dense stench of blood and slaughter in the entire hellish killing field seemed to have found a king, instantly boiling over and rushing towards the sword.
Ning Liu's mind was completely clear.
'This place is the best resting place for this sword.'
His natal martial spirit, the Void Dream Sword, is extremely pure and spiritual. He does not want the bloodshed of such a filthy place to tarnish its sharpness.
This Asura Demon Sword, which lives for slaughter and sings when it drinks blood, is perfectly suited to be used here.
not to mention……
A powerful surge of vital energy quietly circulated within his body.
Having undergone the tempering of ice and fire, and with the initial formation of his golden body, coupled with the enhancement of several top-tier soul bones, his physical strength had already surpassed that of other soul masters of the same level, and was even comparable to a powerful attack-type soul douluo specializing in strength.
Here, soul skills are sealed, and what everyone competes for is the purest physical strength, combat skills, and an unyielding killing intent.
And he has all of these things.
In the blink of an eye, the burly man had already closed in on him.
Amidst the smoke and dust, a fist larger than a clay pot, accompanied by a piercing whistle that seemed to tear through the air, slammed into Ning Liu's temple from an extremely tricky angle.
This punch was fast, accurate, and ruthless, embodying all the experience and killing intent he had accumulated from numerous victories.
He seemed to already see the white-clad boy's head explode like a watermelon.
However, the scene he envisioned did not appear.
A dark red sword light suddenly appeared in the smoke and dust.
The sword light wasn't dazzling, but it was so fast it exceeded the limits of thought.
It's like a flash of lightning in the night, gone in an instant.
There was no deafening clang of metal clashing, no explosive reaction of clashing energies.
There was only a soft sound, like a sharp blade cutting through soft fabric.
The burly man's fist stopped less than half an inch from Ning Liu's cheek, unable to go any further.
The sneer on his face froze.
The cruelty in his eyes turned into bewilderment and incomprehension.
He looked down at his chest.
There, a thin red line had appeared somewhere, though no one knew when.
The red line extended from his left shoulder to his right waist, straight and slender, as if a tailor had carefully drawn it on with a red pen.
"Well……"
He wanted to say something, but only a gurgling sound came out of his throat.
Immediately afterwards, his upper body slowly slid down along the red line.
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