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There was only one minute left before the match started. As everyone was getting anxious, a strong gust of wind blew through the air, and a black figure landed in the middle of the Slaughter Arena.
"He's here, he's finally here!"
Looking at the black-haired youth in the middle of the field, everyone heaved a sigh of relief. A wave of cheers erupted from the audience as if trying to drown Fang Xuan. They had thought that the black demon had encountered some mishap and might be unable to make it, but in the end, he still made it to the field. The match was held as scheduled, and the Fallen Ones were screaming wildly.
Tang San and Hu Liena also heaved a sigh of relief, thinking Fang Xuan had encountered some mishap.
"It seems that O'Brien has failed…"
Seeing Fang Xuan appear on the field, a cold voice came from the darkness. It was neither happy nor sad and quickly drowned out by the audience's cheers as if it had never existed.
The Slaughter Arena!
Fang Xuan's black hair and robe danced in the wind as he quietly waited for his opponent for the hundredth match. He was already on the field this time, so he was unafraid of the Slaughter King postponing the match for any reason.
Soon, Fang Xuan's opponent for the last match walked into the Slaughter Arena.
It was a tall man, 2.5 meters tall. His body was extremely burly, like a brown bear. His strong body was covered in heavy black armor, and his soles sank into the ground as he walked. He looked like he weighed more than 50 kilograms.
A black mask covered his face so no one could see his appearance. Only a pair of scarlet eyes were exposed to the outside world, emitting a cold light. His entire body emitted a rotten stench, and he looked like a walking corpse.
"This guy… is he still alive?!"
Fang Xuan frowned slightly. He could feel a strong aura of death from the nameless knight's body. That pungent, rotten stench was as if his internal organs had been devoured by insects and ants, leaving only the surface of his body.
Fang Xuan's opponent for the hundredth match was the Nameless knight!
Fang Xuan spread his spiritual power and carefully searched the Nameless knight's condition. He could not feel any fluctuations of Spirit power, not even a trace of life. This nameless knight gave Fang Xuan the feeling of a corpse wrapped in a pile of steel—rotten and cold.
"Forget it; let's test your ability first!"
Fang Xuan coldly snorted and stopped analyzing. His five fingers clenched into a fist, and he punched out with all his strength. He wanted to test the Nameless knight's ability through battle.
"Whoosh—"
Fang Xuan used the power of lightning in this punch. The powerful fist broke through the void and turned into a bolt of blue lightning. It shot out and smashed heavily into the knight's chest.
"Clang!"
There was a clang of metal clanging.
But the Nameless knight's body remained unaffected.
"What a hard shell…"
Fang Xuan was astonished. He had used all of his strength in that punch, and even a Spirit Douluo would be severely injured after taking that punch. However, this nameless knight was completely unscathed. That was just too unbelievable.
At this moment, two red lightning bolts shot from the knight's scarlet eyes. He rushed out at an extreme speed and arrived in front of Fang Xuan in the blink of an eye. Then, he punched Fang Xuan's head like a cannonball.
So fast!
Fang Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. This Nameless knight looked very clumsy, but his movements were ridiculously fast. He could not catch the nameless knight's actions with his sharp eyesight.
His reaction was swift. Before his brain could fully process the situation, Fang Xuan's fist had already punched out. The fierce wind tore through the air and smashed heavily into the nameless knight's iron fist.
Bang—
There was a loud sound, and an endless wind swept out. The nameless knight did not move, but Fang Xuan was forced to take three steps back. He had lost in this clash of strength.
"How is this possible? The black demon was pushed back. What is this nameless knight's background?!"
Everyone was shocked. They had never heard of this nameless knight before, and today was the first time they saw him fight. Yet, he had beaten back Fang Xuan, who was considered unbeatable in the Slaughtering Grounds. This bewildered many spectators.
What great strength, and what a hard shell…
Fang Xuan frowned. His right hand was still trembling slightly. When he had clashed with the Nameless knight, it felt like he had been hit by a truck. His entire right arm had almost been broken. One had to know that his right hand had absorbed the Spirit bone and was extremely strong. But this nameless knight's strength was above his, which was too terrifying.
And with such a heavy and sturdy shell protecting him, the nameless knight seemed nearly invulnerable.
"This guy, what the hell is he?!" Fang Xuan narrowed his eyes, a serious expression appearing on his face. He could not guess the origin of this nameless knight.
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Inside the Slaughter Grounds, in a hidden gallery:
A man wrapped in a red cloak sat on a throne, with a knight in black armor standing respectfully behind him. It was the Slaughter King and Beowulf. The two of them quietly observed the situation on the battlefield, both revealing satisfied smiles.
"Your Majesty, the nameless knight's power is too strong. Even that arrogant black demon was beaten back," Beowulf said with evident joy.
"Hehe, that is the ultimate puppet I spent a large amount of Bloody Mary to refine. A Titled Douluo's corpse, Bloody Mary as the power source, and a thousand-year-old Darksteel Armor, finally fused with my blood-refining technique. Its strength is even greater than when it was alive, and it feels no pain or fatigue. It is simply an invincible killing machine!"
The King sneered. He picked up a cup of Bloody Mary with his fingers and drank it in one gulp, an intoxicated expression appearing on his face. He looked as if he had a trump card up his sleeve.
"This nameless knight is enough to make the black demon suffer."
"Your Majesty, the black demon's sword has a long and extremely sharp history. Can the Nameless knight's armor block it?" Beowulf asked, a little worried.
"Don't worry, I have already made arrangements. You wait quietly and watch the show!"
The Slaughter King laughed arrogantly.
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Slaughter Arena:
Nameless knight's iron fists were invincible. He was extremely fast, and his defense was strong. He put a lot of pressure on Fang Xuan. His chest caved in, his left arm was fractured, and his right shoulder was stained with blood. He looked very miserable.
Under the continuous attacks, the armor was damaged in many places. There was a bloody hole in his chest, and even his arm was torn off by Fang Xuan. Fresh blood flowed out. However, this guy seemed unable to feel the bleeding and pain. He was abnormally fierce and did not give Fang Xuan a chance to breathe.
"Ah…"
Fang Xuan shouted as the blood in his body boiled. He sent the Nameless knight flying with a punch. Finally, he pulled out the Demon Sword Red Rain and slashed at the Nameless knight.
"Let's see if your armor is harder or my sword is sharper!"
Although the Red Rain was powerful, it consumed too much energy and could not be used continuously. Therefore, Fang Xuan only wanted to use it if he had no choice. In the current situation, where the nameless knight was suppressing him, he had no choice but to use the Sword to determine the winner.
Otherwise, if this dragged on, he would be in a passive situation and become even more unfavorable.
The blood-red Red Rain tore through the void, becoming a scarlet sword light. It ruthlessly slashed at the knight's hard armor. Billows of demonic energy erupted, and waves of cold wind whistled. The power of the Divine Weapon exploded, and the nameless knight was cleaved in half. Blood rained down…