Next came the second round of the arena matches.
Only twenty-four contestants remained, and the drawing of lots proceeded quickly! They were divided into twelve groups!
Oh, I'm in group one.
An Yi cupped his large hand, looking at the extremely slender lot drawn in his palm.
What a coincidence, so am I!
Via of the Ghost Hand clan passed by, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth: Minotaur, you'd better pray for good fortune.
My opponent is that guy named Hu Fei.
Tu Langlang whispered: I heard him call out that he was in group seven just now.
Langlang, fight if you can, surrender if you can't. An Yi patted his shoulder and said.
Tu Langlang nodded solemnly: Okay.
After a short rest, the second round of arena matches in the afternoon began.
Arena, Group One.
An Yi stepped onto the platform. Via was already there, flexing his thick arms in wait.
Heh, interesting. I never thought a scene fit for the finals would have us meeting ahead of time.
Via said quietly.
He could tell that this ugly minotaur was undoubtedly the strongest among the many martial artists present!
Only this minotaur barely qualified as his opponent.
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
To be honest, this guy with the big rough hands did have some skill.
The scene from before, where he crushed a Level 4 demon beast with one hand, was still vivid in An Yi's mind.
Want to make a bet! Via grinned.
An Yi raised an eyebrow: Bet what?
If I win, you become my subordinate and return to the Ghost Hand clan with me!
Via said seriously.
Hearing this, An Yi broke out in a cold sweat!
No way, even looking like this, someone still covets his good looks, and it's a man!
An Yi asked curiously: And if you lose?
Via, brimming with confidence, said arrogantly: I can't possibly lose!
An Yi: ...
Ding! Triggered mission [Recruit the Ghost Hand Clan]! Mission reward: Evil Power Value +20! [Primary Dark Spirit Arts Proficiency]!
The system's voice sounded.
An Yi chuckled lightly: In that case, if you lose, become my subordinate.
An absurd wager, but I'm willing to try.
Via said, then waved his hand and clenched his fist. His entire pitch-black arm swelled to an enormous size, his fist reaching half a meter in diameter!
Seeing this, Murong Qinghong's breathing became rapid.
This is the Ghost Hand clan, born with the innate ability to control dark spiritual power! They are natural-born warriors!
Facing an unarmed opponent, An Yi naturally wouldn't take advantage.
So, he took out a handful of steel needles and scattered them.
Streaks of steel needles shot forth, dense as a curtain of rain!
Despicable!
Via's eyes turned icy. He opened his large hand, forming it like a shield.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The dense needles struck the large hand.
A flicker of coldness passed through Via's eyes.
No one would expect such a large, bulky guy to use hidden weapons, such underhanded and sneaky tricks.
Just then, Via's hair stood on end.
Without thinking, he turned and threw a punch!
Thud!
The dagger clashed with the fist. Via's body was forced back, sliding over ten meters before he slowly came to a stop.
A miscalculation. An Yi sighed slightly.
A sneak attack from behind undoubtedly maximized damage, but martial artists generally knew that exposing your back to an opponent was akin to suicide.
An opponent of Via's caliber didn't give An Yi that chance.
Via's expression darkened. He clenched his fist and struck the ground!
Threads of coiling dark spiritual power, like long snakes, swept towards An Yi.
The sharp dark spiritual power was quite intimidating!
Whoa!
An Yi let out a shout. Bound by the dark spiritual power, he was completely immobilized.
Good!
Murong Qinghong's eyes lit up, a smile appearing.
Via laughed proudly: Minotaur Chen! It's not too late to surrender!
Comfortable!
The corners of An Yi's mouth turned up in a smile as he murmured softly: Devour!
Wisps of dark spiritual power flowed along his arm, slowly surging into him, black light swirling around his body.
In that instant, Via's expression changed dramatically.
Because he discovered that the dark spiritual power he had released had vanished!
You... what did you do! Via's face looked strange as he demanded.
He never expected that An Yi could somehow erase his spiritual power without a trace!
An Yi grinned, revealing a wicked smile.
Unfortunately, in his current minotaur form, it looked indescribably terrifying.
Devour was a unique skill of the Night Gate!
For dark spiritual power of the same attribute, devouring it was almost too easy, especially when the opponent's strength was lower than his own!
Via felt a vague sense of unease. With a loud roar, he charged forward.
Then, a chill ran down his neck.
A crimson dagger was pressed against his throat.
Take one more step, and you die. An Yi said calmly.
The Soul-Severing Dagger wasn't exactly short, but in his large hand, it looked like he was holding a toothpick, creating an indescribably comical scene.
Via's expression calmed. He said in a low voice: I've lost.
Outside the arena, a Heavenly Palace martial artist announced loudly: Group One! Victor decided, winner: Minotaur Chen!
Seeing this, Murong Qinghong stood up angrily and left the arena.
Xu Kang noticed this and sighed slightly.
Barring any surprises, this minotaur had a high chance of winning the championship outright!
Tsk tsk, now that would be interesting.
Ding! Mission [Recruit the Ghost Hand Clan] completed!
Ding! Evil Power Value +20! Obtained [Primary Dark Spirit Arts Proficiency]!
The sound of the mission completion left An Yi momentarily confused.
Didn't it say recruit the Ghost Hand clan!
May I ask, how many people are left in your Ghost Hand clan? An Yi asked curiously.
Via's eyes dimmed. He said somberly: They all died in battle. I'm the only one left!
An Yi: ...
This system reward was actually pretty good.
[Primary Dark Spirit Arts Proficiency]!
An Yi clicked to view it, and his smile froze.
It was all stuff he had learned as a kid!
The system rewarded him with nothing new!
On another side.
Gu Changfeng remained dashing as ever.
Although his strength wasn't particularly impressive, he was fortunate that the opponents he encountered weren't too strong.
Hua Fengyu had a somewhat tough fight but ultimately defeated a talented disciple from the Plum Blossom Manor at the cost of minor injuries.
Only Tu Langlang's fight was difficult, and it still hadn't ended.
His opponent was Hu Fei!
The young master of the Evil Dragon Gang, a Void Realm peak martial artist, whose strength completely overpowered Tu Langlang's.
Relying on his outstanding speed, Hu Fei attacked Tu Langlang relentlessly with his twin blades.
Tu Langlang's hands were wreathed in black light. He actually used his bare hands to block the attacks!
Little guy, why don't you fight back?
Hu Fei grinned, his blades striking faster and faster. But Tu Langlang still chose passive defense, steady and terrifyingly calm.
In contrast, Hu Fei, unable to break through after prolonged attacks, grew anxious, his blade technique becoming disordered!
Tu Langlang seized the opportunity, dark spiritual power coalescing into a sphere in his hands.
Shadow Sphere!
Tu Langlang blocked Hu Fei's blades with his hands, dark spiritual power gathering in his fist.
Weakening Force!
Tu Langlang's eyes focused with black light.
Hu Fei instantly felt his body grow weak, unable to muster any strength.
Shadow Slash!
Tu Langlang's eyes flashed sharply. The sphere in his hand transformed into two black, blade-like streaks that shot out swiftly!
Sslash!
Blood spurted from Hu Fei's chest as he fell heavily wounded!
Noticing this, An Yi was stunned.
He only now realized that this little demon brother of his seemed... not so simple!
In Huangcheng, within the Heavenly Palace dungeon.
Click!
Murong Qinghong unlocked a cell door.
Inside, a lean young man about two meters tall was imprisoned.
At the moment, the young man was sitting cross-legged on the floor, meditating with his eyes closed. Beside him lay a massive black axe.
The chains on his arms made it clear he was imprisoned.
Big guy, it's your turn to act. I'll grant you your freedom.
Murong Qinghong said leisurely.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
