Holy City.
An arena.
A long-haired man sat below the platform, his brow slightly furrowed.
The splattering blood avoided him, scattering onto other seats instead.
"The hand is too heavy,"
he said.
On the platform, limbs and torsos lay everywhere, and pools of blood covered the ground, seeping down the vertical walls of the stage.
A young man with a cold expression stood on the platform.
Stepping on a skull, he said expressionlessly,
"Killing them lets my rage subside a bit, until that mont arrives."
He was drenched in blood, yet he seed to be indifferent to it.
The long-haired man imdiately thought of that detestable youth.
His furrowed brow smoothed out, and he murmured, "You must continue fighting to quickly obtain a title."
The young man on the platform said, "A title..."
"Yes, that kid is cunning, but a title is the power of Law, which can handle him," the long-haired man said.
"Then let’s continue,"
the young man said, tossing out his number tag.
It tumbled through the air and landed on the computer sensor below the platform.
Beep!
The computer emitted a beep, and the screen displayed a line of text:
"Participant number 54 of the Class B, your advancent challenge will begin imdiately."
The young man stood in place, waiting silently.
But the long-haired man got up and walked away.
"Where are you going? I’ll win this round soon, and I’ll need your judgent," the young man on the platform said.
"I’m going to trip up your opponent for you, I’ll be right back,"
the long-haired man said.
"Make it quick, I want to get a title before that kid," the young man said.
The long-haired man showed a confident smile and spoke steadily, "Rest assured, I will judge you the winner in every arena fight; as for the title challenge—it can be assisted by others. You trade for help, and together with the dwarf, we will help you, and it will be quickly completed."
This ti, the young man nodded and said no more.
...
Still, the Holy City.
Another arena.
"How can I obtain a title?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"It’s quite difficult," the monkey said.
"How so?"
"With your ’Supre’ rating, you’ve already surpassed the average Class A professional, so the computer will match you with equally strong opponents; you must win three consecutive matches."
"Winning three matches earns a title?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"How could it be that easy! After winning all three matches, the exchange column will present an additional option: a title challenge."
"It’s known as a challenge akin to a ’nightmare.’"
"You must complete it, understand?"
The monkey explained from its perch on a tree nearby to Wu Xiaode.
"Alright, let’s get to it right away," Wu Xiaode said.
He placed his number tag on the computer sensor.
Imdiately, the computer screen displayed a line of text:
"Pairing successful."
"You have one Class A professional challenging you."
"This battle is Level ’A’, and there will be a title-level professional coming as a judge to adjudicate the fight."
Two figures appeared on the platform.
One was the monkey.
The other was a hulking man in combat gear, his body laden with various firearms.
Wu Xiaode glanced at his opponent then refocused on the monkey.
The monkey was a titled professional.
Indeed, it had even unleashed a Na Skill just now.
That ant—
The "Junkyard" boasted two professionals with titles?
The monkey gestured to Wu Xiaode, saying,
"Co up on the platform."
Wu Xiaode did as instructed, jumping onto the platform. He hesitated, looking at the ard hulking man and said, "He has guns and I have fists, how will victory be determined?"
"This computer doesn’t care about that. Surely you can handle firearms professionals,"
the monkey said while manipulating a tablet computer.
The hulking man also shook the submachine gun in his hand and chuckled,
"Buddy, don’t go too hard, I still need to rack up victories."
"Likewise, please go easy," Wu Xiaode said.
Unconsciously, he glanced at the other’s gun.
—I am a martial artist, therefore, I can control my moves and not strike too hard.
But your bullets don’t have eyes!
Seemingly aware of what he was thinking, the hulking man explained, "These are just blanks, they’re not lethal, but if you get hit twice, the computer will declare you the loser."
"I see," Wu Xiaode nodded.
Nobody wants to lose their combat effectiveness.
After all, every extra day spent here ans consuming more victories.
The current thod of determining the winner and loser actually seed quite fair.
Indeed, it’s difficult for a gunman to defend against a close-combat martial artist if approached, unless they are also skilled in hand-to-hand combat.
"I’m ready," Wu Xiaode said, assuming a boxing stance.
"Kid, you’ve accumulated two victories without trading anything, what are you looking to get?"
the monkey asked, its eyes still on the tablet.
"Initially, I was seeking a way to defeat ’Death God’," Wu Xiaode said.
"Wow, isn’t that my business! This isn’t considered as using soone else’s hand to deal with ’Death God’; it’s you earning the information through your own efforts, so I can tell you!" the monkey said excitedly.
"Are you saying—"
"Once you accumulate one more victory, you can exchange it for ’guidance from a titled professional,’" Monkey said.
Wu Xiaode’s eyes lit up.
Among all the winning rewards, there indeed was such an item.
All right.
Having a way was good.
What he feared most was having no way at all.
"Okay, I’ll count down from three, and then you’ll start fighting!" Monkey said.
"Three,"
"Two,"
"One,"
"Begin!"
Da da da da da——
The burly man retreated imdiately, his machine gun spitting flas.
However, in front of him.
In front of Wu Xiaode, bronze hands surged forth, densely packed and stacking into a wall, blocking all the bullets.
"Forcing to use my trump card, huh."
The burly man turned his gun around and began firing desperately towards the upper parts of the arena.
The exploding machine gun fire soared into the sky, drawing a long arc midair before quickly spreading out, shooting at Wu Xiaode from every direction.
——Buckshot Burst!
Wu Xiaode still stood unmoving.
More and more bronze hands appeared out of the Void, gradually forming a small fortress on the arena, thoroughly protecting him.
Death system ability: Thousand Hands!
Each of these hands held the strength of Wu Xiaode himself.
With his Soul Power as high as 19 points, plus his boxing, saber skill, and swordsmanship, blocking one or two bullets was naturally no issue.
"Hey! If you keep blocking like this, we’ll never finish fighting!" the burly man couldn’t help but shout.
From within the fortress of bronze hands ca Wu Xiaode’s voice:
"You’re right, so what should we do?"
"Co out and let shoot you once!" the burly man said.
Wu Xiaode said, "That won’t work."
The burly man hesitated and said, "I actually have a big move, but it uses up a lot of ammo, and I’m reluctant to spend it, so you might as well just give up."
"...You’re reluctant to spend even your ammo?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"Yeah, the return isn’t worth the investnt," the burly man said with a look of distress.
Clap!
A light sound.
The burly man’s shoulder was patted.
"Shh—"
Before he could react, he was suddenly seized by the neck and gently laid down on the ground.
"Sorry, I really wanted to have a fair match with you, but ti is critical, so I had to resort to a trick," Wu Xiaode said apologetically.
Indeed.
Ti was critical.
Because he had awakened the Death system’s "Book of the Dead," reawakened the "Wall of Sighs" within it, and gained the wishes of the dead.
Now, Wu Xiaode’s premonition of danger and death had already been elevated to a relatively high level.
Sowhere in his senses, he could feel sothing slowly approaching him.
He must earn the title quickly!
"I surrender."
The burly man said.
Wu Xiaode released his grip.
The big man stood up, looking at Wu Xiaode with an impressed expression.
"You suddenly erged from those hands, standing behind —using that move just now must have consud a lot of Soul Power, right?" he asked.
Wu Xiaode stood still, pensive.
He had been chatting with Elder Qian all the way here and then went to rest in the hot springs.
He had 8 points of Soul Power left.
Since he had to win three consecutive battles, to ensure the conservation of Soul Power, he had refrained from using Iron Wire Fist, saber skills, and sword styles.
The Silent Demon Mist didn’t use up any Soul Power.
Neither did the defensive state and dirty state of Thousand Hands.
Only Fog Shadow and Thousand Hands: Violent Kill consud Soul Power.
In that sense—
He had just spent 1 point of Soul Power using Fog Shadow for one second, directly erging from the heavy protection of the bronze hands and seizing the opponent, which indeed was a considerable use of Soul Power.
Therefore, Wu Xiaode naturally said:
"Ah, yes, this move does consu a lot of my Soul Power."
The big man was reassured by such a response.
"Since you’ve used your big move, I’ve no regrets losing, farewell!"
He even ca up and patted Wu Xiaode on the shoulder: "Since you’re willing to spend the Soul Power, then consider it your victory—thanks for not hitting , this is for the best, I can continue to fight."
"I appreciate it, thank you!" Wu Xiaode said with a smile.
Monkey, standing to the side, announced:
"The winner: Class A Number Fifteen."
The burly man was teleported away.
On the arena, only Wu Xiaode and Monkey were left.
"Alright, you can now redeem the ’guidance from a strong professional,’ and this is way better than information," Monkey said.
"I want to exchange for ’guidance from a strong professional,’ I want to know how to kill ’Death God’." Wu Xiaode said.
Ding!
His number plate emitted a crisp sound.
Wu Xiaode looked down and saw several lines of small text displayed on the number plate:
"All winning battles used up, redeed item: guidance from a strong professional."
"The professional guiding you is the titled professional:"
"Deng Hou."
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