On the other side.
Outside the city.
The body of the Demon Spider was buried deep underground.
"Death God" and the long-haired man stood quietly on a rock.
"Seventeen or eighteen years old... I roughly know what he looks like."
"Boxing, blade, sword, and the bronze hand, right? I’ve noted it down. A person with such abilities is easy to recognize," said the long-haired man.
"Death God" gazed out at the city from afar.
"I must kill him, I need his soul, and sothing on him," "Death God" said anxiously.
"Don’t rush, the titled professionals are inspecting issues within the city, so I can’t give you soone from inside—we need to find targets outside the city," the long-haired man said at a leisurely pace.
Suddenly.
A flash in the Void.
A few people landed.
"Is this the city where we must duel to stay?" one of them said.
"Yes, its Law is ’victory’. Only by continuously ’winning’ can one stay inside the city, enjoy the protection of many Laws, even obtain a holy title," another person said.
"It sure took so effort to teleport here, we definitely need to earn back our investnt this ti," said a third person.
"At least, earn a suitable weapon," the first speaker said.
As they talked, their gaze collectively fell upon the city.
No one noticed that the Death God and the long-haired man were standing right beside them.
— They were completely invisible to these two beings.
"Let’s go, let’s enter the city," said the second person who spoke.
The mont the words fell—
The long-haired man stretched out a finger and pointed.
One of them suddenly beca dazed, and swayed as if about to fall.
"He’s dead, and his body is now yours," the long-haired man said.
Death God nodded, leaped forward, and rged with the man.
"What’s wrong with you?"
His two companions asked with concern.
"Ah, nothing, just a bit excited," this person suddenly ca to his senses and said.
"Let’s go."
"Okay."
The three of them headed toward the city together.
The long-haired man nodded slightly, his form flickered, and then he disappeared.
...
Arenas were everywhere.
Wu Xiaode casually went around and found an arena. He sat on a bench below it and watched the fight in silence.
According to the computer display below the stage, the two people fighting above were both Class B competitors.
After watching for a while, he began to get an idea.
So it turned out that Class B professionals were typically those with Soul Power levels between 10 and 15 points.
At this tier, they were already able to use so powers that couldn’t be understood in regular combat.
But speaking of combat itself—
How many professionals possessed solid fighting foundations?
Awakeners like Li Kunlun had set conditions for themselves early on, such as "once awakening, mories must awaken first."
So Li Kunlun will likely gradually recover his combat strength.
Others did not possess systematic and skilled Power techniques and had to explore on their own.
— This was different from his own case.
He had been taught by a spirit, acquiring a complete set of knowledge, skills, and experience. He just needed to take it step by step, and success would co naturally.
Honestly, these professionals probably were not his match in terms of combat techniques.
Plus, he had his Death Skill.
— Even with three points of Soul Power, it was worth a fight!
At this mont, the two on the stage finished their fight, jumped down from the arena, and went their separate ways.
Wu Xiaode stepped forward and continued to post his ID card on the sensor area of the computer.
The computer screen imdiately popped up with a few lines:
"Matching successful."
"5 Class B professionals have challenged you, you can now select your opponent."
Wu Xiaode chose at random.
— Swish—
A woman suddenly appeared on the stage.
"It’s a handso young man," the woman said with a smile.
"Hello, sister," Wu Xiaode jumped onto the stage and greeted.
"Be gentle later, I’m afraid of pain," the woman said, pulling out a pair of nunchucks from behind her.
Wu Xiaode touched his waist and suddenly rembered that his National Guardian Blade was shattered.
He had no choice but to don the pair of black boxing gloves.
"Shall I start?" asked the woman.
"Please," Wu Xiaode replied.
The woman leaped forward, charging at him, swinging her nunchucks into two blurring shadows.
Wu Xiaode t her strikes with his fists, repeatedly dispersing her seven or eight swings, and leveraging the montum to back away several ters.
The two distanced themselves.
Wu Xiaode suddenly looked down.
He saw his fists were covered in a layer of Ice Frost.
"Elental adhesion?" he exclaid.
"Correct," the woman smiled, about to continue speaking when she noticed her nunchucks were erupting in Fiery Fla.
She hurriedly swung the nunchucks, extinguishing the fla with Ice Frost.
"Elental Boxing Gloves—Looks like there’s a fight to be had, bratty brother," the woman said.
No sooner had she spoken than she charged at him again.
In the past, Wu Xiaode’s sparring partner was the One-eyed Giant. Although he often died, unwittingly, his reflexes and adaptive speed far surpassed normal people.
Having adapted to her attacks, he imdiately found an opening, stepped forward, and unleashed a punch filled with Destroying Power, striking the woman’s arm directly.
The woman couldn’t withstand the impact of the punch and stumbled backward several steps before bracing herself with her arm.
"I’m done fighting."
She said.
"What?" Wu Xiaode abruptly halted.
"You are much stronger than I am, and I don’t want to get injured and lose my combat strength, so let’s end it here," the woman shouted to the machine below the stage: "I concede!"
"Thank you," Wu Xiaode said.
He could understand her point of view.
Because if one were seriously injured, they wouldn’t be able to participate in the arena battles.
Healing took ti.
If one lost their combat strength, they would only deplete resources within the city, watching the days go by until ti was up, and then be sent to the Death World.
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