He hadn't expected that his black flames would have absolutely no effect on Chen Mo.
Before he could react, a figure flashed through the space.
Immediately following was a whooshing sound.
The sound came from behind the nine-headed lion, and the spiritual power on its body subconsciously tried to gather to stop it.
'Boom—!'
A loud bang.
The black flames surrounding the nine-headed lion dissipated in an instant, and the lion crashed down towards the area below the arena.
There was no huge impact as I had imagined.
In mid-air, Chen Mo moved even faster, lifting the nine-headed lion with one hand.
The oppressive aura of the Dark Spirit directly corroded the opponent's body. The intense pain emanating from his internal organs made the Nine-Headed Lion struggle desperately, but to no avail.
His spiritual power seemed to be restricted.
"No...don't kill me..."
"I admit it..."
With each word that escaped his lips, Chen Mo unconsciously increased the pressure in his hand. Looking into those extremely cold eyes, the Nine-Headed Lion was truly afraid.
He wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't even utter a word, which made those around him even more terrified.
'Bang—!'
The next moment, Chen Mo threw another punch, directly aimed at the head of the nine-headed lion.
It exploded right before everyone's eyes, blood and flesh scattered all over the ground, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.
Especially Chen Mo's appearance; just looking at him from afar gave people an extremely creepy feeling.
The silence was short-lived, soon followed by a cacophony of shouts. Chen Mo's victory in the duel meant they would receive a reward.
Although not as high-odds as some other betting options, the appearance of the Nine-Headed Lion still raised the stakes in the arena by more than one level.
"Holy crap! This Chen Mo is terrifying! He can actually kill a nine-headed lion six levels higher than himself. It's absolutely terrifying!"
"What a pity! The odds were so good this time, and I only bet half. Otherwise, it would have really been a case of a hearse being exchanged for a haunted house."
"Only this last match is left. Chen Mo will be able to achieve perfection in the arena. It seems that this last opponent is definitely not as simple as he imagined!"
"Hopefully, we can get a really tough guy like him. That would raise the odds a lot. Chen Mo has let me win for so long, I'm sure he won't let me down!"
"......"
Now, everyone in the arena with discerning eyes knows very well what's going on.
In the past, there have been tough opponents who have challenged that perfect 99-game winning streak.
However, in each case, a stronger character appeared at the last moment.
After all, with the bets being so one-sided, they had already attracted enough prestige through their early achievements.
If a reversal can be achieved at the last minute, then those who bet against the trend will win big.
That's the allure of being a market maker.
Chen Mo remained cold and unresponsive in the arena, simply walking slowly to the farthest corner of the chaotic arena.
I'm preparing for the final showdown, to achieve my last small goal.
"Martial Venerable Palace..."
"Just you wait..."
"I will personally tear you beasts to pieces..."
As he murmured, Chen Mo's hands, covered in marks, clenched tightly together.
Inside the coffin, Xu Chengyu looked at Chen Mo on the arena without much surprise. After all, Chen Mo was his only disciple with divine talent, and he knew a little about his strength.
Facing this nine-headed lion, they were simply not on the same level. Even the inner disciples of the Misty Sect could easily sweep them aside.
He now wanted to see if there would be any unexpected changes in the final match of this fierce arena, given the significant allocation of resources.
Thinking of this, Xu Chengyu's gaze slowly turned to Nan He beside him.
"In this final duel, will the target also be chosen by your arena?"
It's just a simple sentence.
Nan He felt a tremor in her heart. Having spent so much time in the Fengyun Imperial City, she naturally understood the meaning behind Xu Chengyu's words.
After hesitating for a moment, he cautiously began to speak:
"Senior, you may not know this, but in our arena, in addition to the gladiators themselves taking the stage, other people can also bring their own people to challenge us."
"Of course, the gladiatorial combat can only truly begin after Chen Mo's consent is obtained."
As she spoke, Nan He could feel cold sweat pouring down her back.
These explanations were not only to protect themselves from danger, but also to give Xu Chengyu an explanation, showing that the arena would not resort to underhanded tactics behind the scenes just because it was the bookmaker.
After all, with such a high stakes at stake, and this is only what's on the surface, various forces outside the imperial city will also take this opportunity to make a fortune.
So, given the current situation, things are clearly getting complicated.
Even so, the person Nan He least wanted to offend was Xu Chengyu. She might be able to do it out of courtesy to others, but she had a premonition about the man beside her.
If that's really the case, she really will die.
I took a deep breath and managed to calm myself down a bit.
Through the spiritual screen in front of him, he gave a wink to the complex elder who had been standing next to the arena, and the elder quickly understood what he meant.
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