Boom—
A thunderous noise erupted from the stage.
Cui Lande staggered back dozens of ters before he could steady himself.
However, his injuries were not serious.
"Co at again!"
Cui Lande bellowed, brandishing his blades and charging at Garcia.
Garcia dodged repeatedly seven or eight tis before suddenly moving in close and punching Cui Lande, sending him flying.
"Not dead yet?"
Garcia burst into laughter, assuming a killing stance.
The next mont—
Thud, thud, clang!
Amidst a series of noisy sounds, a deep and authoritative voice rang out:
"Challenger enters the ring!"
Garcia’s figure flashed, and he found himself off the stage.
"What’s going on here?" he couldn’t help but ask.
A staff mber hurried over and respectfully said, "Because soone inserted a coin to challenge your opponent, your match has been suspended. You’ll have to continue after their fight is over."
Garcia fud with fury and shouted, "We were only halfway through the fight! Why should we be interrupted? Where in the world is there such a rule?"
"Sorry, if you’ve seen any fighting gas, you would realize that all such gas allow for coin-operated challenges," the staff mber explained patiently.
Garcia looked up at the stage.
There, Wu Xiaode had already sent a Priest onto the stage.
The Priest completed a full set of Healing Skills for Cui Lande on stage, even applying a facial mask and blowing a trendiest and coolest hairstyle for him, before bowing and saying:
"There, I surrender."
After speaking, he stepped off the stage.
"Please enter the ring, they are finished," the staff mber said to Garcia.
Garcia silently walked onto the stage and looked across.
Cui Lande tore off the mask and once again waved his blades, shouting, "Co on!"
Garcia shook his head, "No more fighting."
"You’re surrendering?" Cui Lande said excitedly.
"Not surrendering, but I’ve found the crux of the problem—"
He abruptly turned his head towards Wu Xiaode below the stage.
"All of this was your design, right?"
Garcia beca more convinced and continued, "That Law Divine Beast is just in its infancy, and it has always been kept in the depths of the sin prison, totally incapable of creating such a complex and tricky setup—"
"It must be your trap, isn’t it?"
Wu Xiaode smiled without saying a word.
Cui Lande charged at him, but was sent flying by Garcia with one punch.
Garcia went on, "Luckily, I’ve now found the crux of the problem."
He stared at Wu Xiaode, his voice low, "Law of the world, change—"
"No matter who you are, you and I are now entangled in a life-and-death struggle that cannot be disturbed; if no one dies, the fight will continue until eternity."
An unusual aura emanated from him, sweeping out in all directions.
Nina’s voice ca from afar:
"Be careful, it’s fixated on you and won’t rest until it kills you!"
The next instant.
All people, all sounds, disappeared.
Wu Xiaode found the entire world had turned into a massive stage, with an endless dark abyss surrounding it.
Garcia stood in the center of the stage, a victorious smile on his lips.
"Mortal, you do have so wit, but when it cos down to it, victory is decided by strength."
He stepped toward Wu Xiaode.
"Now I’m full of energy, at my peak, while you are covered in wounds. Do you think you can win against ?" Wu Xiaode asked curiously.
Garcia drew a short knife from behind his back.
A trendous killing intent emanated from him, blowing around like gusts of wind.
This astonishing killing intent—
Having been toyed with by the previous setups, its anger was nearly at its limit.
"Mortal," Garcia’s voice was filled with cold indifference, "do not equate to your kind. I’ve lived for countless years; your combat skills are insignificant to ."
"But now you’re just a mortal flesh and blood." Wu Xiaode said.
"It’s enough to kill you," Garcia replied.
"Is that so?" Wu Xiaode said.
The Book of the Dead opened on its own before him, revealing rows of ice crystal small script:
"Revenue from the Death Demon Cave hotel is still growing;"
"In the previous professional upgrade competition, you earned a considerable amount of revenue;"
"Considering the above, a summary is as follows:"
"Current Soul Power: 76.38 million;"
"Wish Power: 19.38 million;"
"rit: 5 points."
"The above figures are rounded down and do not include continuous increasing values."
So many powerful beings from different worlds.
The Soul and Wish Power they offered with everything they had amounted to so much.
—Unfortunately, no one was willing to pay with rit.
Wu Xiaode thought regretfully.
Suddenly, a flash of light.
Garcia appeared directly behind him and said in a low voice:
"It’s over."
A sharp blade light aid ferociously at Wu Xiaode’s neck and chopped down—
Clang!
The sound of weapons clashing stirred a wild wind, blowing around like a torrent.
The Chi Xiao Sword blocked the short knife.
A line of ice crystal small script imdiately popped up:
"Soul Power -200,000!"
—Just to simply block the opponent’s strike, Soul Power had depleted by 200,000!
Indeed, re mortals weren’t a match for such a being.
"Do you realize the gap between us now? Pitiful mortal, go to your death filled with endless regret," Garcia said softly.
"But among us two, clearly only you have the body of a mortal," Wu Xiaode smiled and said.
Garcia paused for a mont.
He didn’t imdiately understand what the other was implying.
The next instant.
An abrupt change occurred!
Wu Xiaode’s figure suddenly swelled up as he hovered in the air, opening his mouth to inhale. Garcia’s short knife flew out of his hand and into Wu Xiaode’s mouth, where it was chewed haphazardly before being spat out onto the stage.
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