Free Web NovelChapter 812: Chapter 322: Whoever Admits Defeat, Kills Themselves!!
This sentence echoed throughout the arena.
With a kind of calm and arrogance as if overlooking ants.
After a brief moment of deathly silence.
The entire arena exploded into a frenzy.
Hundreds of thousands of spectators sprang from their seats, faces flushed, arms waving, letting out all sorts of hysterical shouts, whistles, and incredulous roars!
"Holy shit!!"
"Crazy! Completely fucking insane!!"
"One person! Let all the Desolate Bone Slaughter come together?! Does he know those five once teamed up to kill a Martial Saint?!!"
"Arrogant! So damn arrogant!!! This is a hundred times harder than a gauntlet match!!"
"Today’s Tier Two match! It’s ten thousand times more thrilling than Tier Three! Worth it! So damn worth it!!!"
"Kill him! Desolate Bone Corps! Kill this madman who doesn’t know the immensity of Heaven and Earth!!"
"Come on! Masked man! Crush them! I bet on you to win!!!"
The massive roar was almost enough to blow off the dome of the arena.
The fanatical worship of supporters and the angry curses of opponents intertwined, forming a mad torrent sweeping across the whole arena.
At this moment, everyone’s blood was ignited.
All eyes were fixated on ring number three.
Fixed on the eerily calm Thunder Pattern Masked man.
And... beneath the ring.
Those five figures seemingly crawled up from Hell.
....
Beneath the ring.
Shui Lu, Bone Picking, Tendon Severing, Soul Shattering, Heart Decaying...
The infamous Bone Group Massacre of the Desolate Bone Corps.
Five faces covered with grim bone masks, the moment Fang Qingyu’s words fell.
Their eyes turned completely cold.
Those eyes were no longer just bloodthirsty and cruel.
But a kind of killing intent thoroughly ignited.
To be so belittled by someone.
For them, it was an insult worse than death.
Shui Lu slowly raised his head.
His mask, made from the spinal bone of some great beast, had its eye holes flickering with two scarlet dots.
Overlooking Fang Qingyu on the ring.
He gazed at the depths of the virtual cloud high above the arena.
He was waiting.
Waiting for a decision from a higher position.
One second... two seconds... three seconds...
The air thickened like lead blocks.
The ruckus in the stands continued, but in the area of the Desolate Bone Corps and around the ring, a strange dead silence prevailed.
Everyone was waiting.
Waiting for the attitude of the true master of the City of Injustice.
A near ten-second silence ensued.
From the depths of the clouds, no sound emerged.
No interference.
No warning.
A dead silence.
As if that lofty existence tacitly agreed to this imminent blood feast.
Beneath the mask of Shui Lu, the corner of his mouth faintly curved upwards, pulling into a sinister and bloody grin.
He slowly retracted his gaze.
No longer looking at the sky.
Instead, refocusing on Fang Qingyu on the ring.
That gaze, as if looking at a dead man.
"Vice Seat?"
Beside Shui Lu, a subordinate with a chilling snake-like presence approached Gu Yan, voice tinged with hesitation and amazement, "The City Lord’s side... no response? We..."
Before he could finish speaking.
Gu Yan, with his face covered by a complete skull mask, finally directed his deep, well-like gaze toward the ring for the first time.
He slowly spoke.
Voice like two millennia-old glaciers grinding together, cold without the slightest emotion:
"The City Lord... allowed it."
"Let them go up."
He paused, his cold tone suddenly dropping:
"To the death and beyond."
His body shivered violently.
Eyes sparking with extreme excitement and ferocity.
"Yes! Vice Seat!"
Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone, fingers flying, sending out this blood-scented command.
"Received!"
Shui Lu glanced down at the flashing message on his phone.
Those crimson words "To the death and beyond."
Like the most potent stimulant, it instantly ignited all the brutality in his bones.
He suddenly looked up, letting out a low, chillingly hoarse laugh.
"Hehehe..."
He no longer hesitated.
Took a step forward!
Bang!
The ground beneath instantly shattered.
His body, like a cannonball fired from its chamber, forcefully broke through the force field barrier of the ring and landed heavily on it.
Following closely.
Four figures, wrapped in intense bloodthirst and violent Qi Blood, like four ferocious beasts breaking free from chains, simultaneously tore through the force field barrier.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Four heavy thuds.
Amidst the swirling dust.
Five figures clad in grim bone armor, with different styles of bone masks.
Like five tombstones exuding the aura of death.
Forming a loose semicircle.
Vaguely encircling Fang Qingyu in the center.
Finally.
The two members of the Desolate Bone Corps with slightly weaker auras, yet equally ferocious.
Also followed, breaking through the barrier, landing on either side behind the five.
Seven against one!
Seven Tier Two Peak elites of the Desolate Bone Corps.
Among them, five are the Bone Group Massacre who’ve joined forces to kill a Martial Saint!
The violent aura mixed together, like a tangible viscous blood mist, instantly enveloping the entire ring.
The air itself seemed to become heavy and suffocating.
The roar from the stands reached its peak at this moment.
Cheers, curses, and screams merged into a chaotic ocean.
The two members of the Desolate Bone Corps with slightly weaker auras, yet equally ferocious.
Also followed, breaking through the barrier, landing on either side behind the five.
Seven against one!
Seven Tier Two Peak elites of the Desolate Bone Corps.
Among them, five are the Bone Group Massacre who’ve joined forces to kill a Martial Saint!
The violent aura mixed together, like a tangible viscous blood mist, instantly enveloping the entire ring.
The air itself seemed to become heavy and suffocating.
The roar from the stands reached its peak at this moment.
Cheers, curses, and screams merged into a chaotic ocean.
