Just when everyone thought Hu Yue was about to be sent flying, Hu Yue’s body flickered, dodging Phantom Butterfly’s palm strike, and then countered with a punch that landed squarely on Phantom Butterfly’s body.
“Pfft!” A large mouthful of blood sprayed from Phantom Butterfly’s mouth, her entire body sent flying out of the arena.
Upon hitting the ground, it was no longer blood but mouthfuls of white foam that came from Phantom Butterfly’s mouth, her beautiful image utterly ruined in that instant.
In this battle, Phantom Butterfly was defeated, and it was a crushing defeat, with both her body and spirit wounded.
“This Hu Yue is truly remarkable, how did she react so quickly?”
“Could she also be casting illusions while attacking?”
“That’s terrifying, she has a good chance of making it into the top hundred.”
The crowd exclaimed in shock. To reach the eighth level of Heavenly Martial at her age was already a remarkable talent, and to defeat Phantom Butterfly’s illusion attack, who had the cultivation of the first level of Martial King, while simultaneously casting illusions and attacking, her destructive power was utterly fearsome.
Even those several levels above her in cultivation might suffer at her hands.
Hu Yue was undoubtedly one of the highlights among the four groups of ten.
“Finally knocked that vile woman down, daring to covet my illusions, serves her right to be humiliated!”
Leaping out of the arena, Hu Yue smugly waved her small hand at Lin Xiao.
But these words, when heard by Dao Yi, caused his entire body to freeze in place.
His strength was roughly on par with Phantom Butterfly’s, and if Hu Yue could defeat her, didn’t that mean Hu Yue also had the ability to defeat him?
Moreover, it was unclear if this was even Hu Yue’s full strength.
Didn’t that imply that Hu Yue’s earlier words held some truth, that outside the arena, she might even have the strength to kill him?
At this thought, Dao Yi’s face finally turned ashen. When had he, once the third genius of the outer court, been surpassed by a young girl?
At the same time, deep down, he subconsciously began to feel that he was also being outdone by a younger boy…
This made him extremely unwilling, as if he was falling behind in the outer court…
“Xin Sui, versus the Shura Butcher!” On another arena, the referee’s voice once again drew the crowd’s attention.
The gazes of Lin Xiao, Hu Yue, and others also turned towards Arena Eighteen.
The Shura Butcher was about to face a true powerhouse, a strong contender among the third-level Martial Kings.
“Boasting about fighting to the death in every match, now that you’ve chosen me, do you dare step onto the life-and-death stage?”
At the edge of Arena Eighteen, Xin Sui flicked his sleeve, a cold smile on his face, staring directly at the Shura Butcher.
“Too bad we didn’t choose you, but since Brother Xin Sui did, you, Shura Butcher, will die even more miserably. If you’re afraid of death, just concede!”
Another third-level Martial King youth couldn’t help but shout provocatively, secretly relieved. The Shura Butcher could kill a second-level Martial King in one move, but it wasn’t clear if his second move was even more terrifying than the first. If he had to face the Shura Butcher, he had no confidence.
Now that the Shura Butcher was chosen by Xin Sui, a weight was lifted from his heart.
In a fight with Xin Sui, there were only two outcomes: either the Shura Butcher would be killed by Xin Sui, and the Shura Butcher would have nothing to do with him thereafter.
Or Xin Sui would be killed by the Shura Butcher, and he could simply concede without stepping into the arena.
In his view, the second outcome was highly unlikely, as Xin Sui’s strength was enough to aim for the top thirty.
Among the eighty third-level Martial Kings, he was also above average.
“That’s right, do you, Shura Butcher, dare to step onto the life-and-death stage again? You’re not going back on your word, are you?” Another third-level Martial King also shouted, his thoughts similar to the previous youth’s.
The Shura Butcher said nothing, simply leaping onto the life-and-death stage, responding with his actions.
“He actually went up, truly seeking death!”
Both of them laughed, relaxed.
“Good, you didn’t go back on your word!” Seeing this, Xin Sui immediately leaped onto the life-and-death stage, his eyes glinting with coldness, “But this will also be your last fight, so cherish it.”
“Every move of mine is a killing blow, take care!” The Shura Butcher offered no excess words, only his usual kind reminder.
To others’ ears, however, it carried a different meaning: arrogance.
But the Shura Butcher indeed had the right to be arrogant. Now, to many, his arrogance had turned into dominance, almost becoming a famous quote from the top rankings.
Of course, that was only if he could defeat Xin Sui.
Most people didn’t think so.
“Heh, this is your last chance to speak!”
Xin Sui drew a long spear, its body trembling, emitting a sharp, resonant sound. A formidable aura erupted, and dazzling light flowed from the spear. In an instant, Xin Sui seemed to transform into a war god, his presence as imposing as mountains and peaks.
Seeing Xin Sui’s overwhelmingly powerful aura, the crowd was astonished, secretly marvelling that Xin Sui was indeed a contender for the top thirty or forty, his strength truly extraordinary.
Opposite him, the Shura Butcher, as always, simply swung his blade with one hand.
With one slash, the void dimmed, eerie ghostly wails sounded, and a chilling blade light tore through the sky.
Roar!
As if a dragon’s cry resounded, Xin Sui thrust his spear, a blinding light bursting from the spear tip, condensing into a golden dragon that soared upwards, stirring fierce winds that swept forward.
“Chh! Chh!”
The two forces collided, and the brilliant void instantly darkened. Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, the black blade light devoured the spear dragon, charging straight at Xin Sui.
“How is this possible?” Amidst Xin Sui’s horrified expression, he was engulfed by the black blade light, and then, like the others, his body turned into a blackened corpse.
Another one-move kill.
The crowd was once again struck dumb, everyone staring in disbelief.
Xin Sui had lost, killed in one move by the Shura Butcher.
Just how terrifying was this Shura Butcher, to be able to kill even Xin Sui?
The other two third-level Martial Kings at Arena Eighteen froze, a chill running through their hearts.
Thankfully, thankfully Xin Sui had gone up first, or it would have been them who died.
If Xin Sui wasn’t his match, how could they be?
Had they gone up, the corpse on the stage would be theirs.
Cold sweat broke out on their faces at the thought.
This guy was too terrifying, practically a contender for the top thirty.
“Could that be… the power of death?” Baili He
