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After killing the Nameless Knight, Fang Xuan sighed a sigh of relief. His face showed clear relief, but the Notification he had expected did not ring. As he had predicted, the Nameless Knight was merely a puppet, so there was no system reward for its defeat.
"He won; the Black Demon won!"
After ten seconds of stunned silence, the arena erupted in cheers and shouts. After decades, a powerhouse with a hundred-win streak was finally born!
At this moment, the Nameless Knight's split corpse trembled slightly and suddenly released a scarlet light that enveloped Fang Xuan's figure, illuminating the entire arena.
Feeling the intense light and heat, Fang Xuan's expression changed. Realizing something was wrong, he attempted to retreat, but it was too late. The crimson blood acted like an explosive, burning wildly. The Nameless Knight's corpse then erupted violently. A terrifying blood-red storm soared into the sky, sweeping through the entire Slaughterhouse.
Boom!
The explosion came too quickly and too suddenly for many to react. It was as if an atomic bomb had exploded quietly. The ground collapsed, the sky shook, and the blast destroyed the entire Slaughterhouse.
Fang Xuan, at the explosion's epicenter, suffered the greatest impact. His ears buzzed, his brain spun, and his body was drenched in blood from the explosion. Large pieces of his bones were broken. He was flung by the explosion's shockwave, rolling pathetically more than ten times before crashing heavily against the Slaughterhouse wall. Covered in gravel and smoke, his condition was uncertain.
"Hahahaha, success, success. That guy is dead. Good!"
Slaughter King laughed with madness and glee. The Nameless Knight was a trap expressly set to deal with Fang Xuan. Even if Fang Xuan could defeat the Nameless Knight, he could not defend against its self-destruction.
The Nameless Knight was a humanoid bomb refined by him, designed to destroy even a Titled Douluo, let alone a mere Spirit Douluo like Fang Xuan!
"What terrifying power…"
Even Beowulf felt his scalp go numb at the sight of the explosion. He estimated that surviving such a powerful explosion would be difficult even with his strength.
"What's going on? Why did the Nameless Knight explode? Is it a trap set by the Slaughter King?"
Tang San, scanning the dust-filled arena in shock, frowned. He was in the resting area and further from the explosion's center, thus less affected. Even so, he used all his strength and the Clear Sky Hammer to barely shield himself from the blast. This made him realize how severe the pressure on Fang Xuan must have been.
"Fang Xuan, that fellow… won't die just like that, right?"
Hu Liena's pretty face was solemn; worry etched between her brows. She feared that Fang Xuan might have perished in the explosion.
The explosion had transformed the once-majestic Slaughter Arena into ruins. Massive gorges scarred the ground, the marble arena shattered, and the surrounding walls collapsed. The scene was one of utter devastation. Broken walls, debris, and flames were everywhere.
The audience had also been affected by the explosion. Thousands of Fallen Ones were killed or injured. However, as they were further from the explosion's center, most survived.
"What's going on? This explosion!"
"Did the Nameless Knight self-destruct when he died?"
"What terrifying power. The Black Demon won't die, right?"
Everyone was bewildered, gazing at the ruined arena and discussing animatedly. Many feared that Fang Xuan had perished in the explosion. After all, the Nameless Knight's self-destruction was so devastating that even a Titled Douluo would struggle to survive.
"What a pity. An expert who had just achieved 100 consecutive victories dying so inexplicably…"
Someone sighed in disappointment.
Bang!
Suddenly, a huge rock as tall as an adult flew up. A bloodied figure crawled out of the ruins with great difficulty.
"Cough cough… that was close."
Fang Xuan coughed violently, blood staining the ground. He looked as if he had emerged from a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, his body covered in blood and bruises. His aura was dispirited, and he appeared to be wretched.
The Nameless Knight's self-destruction had been incredibly powerful. If Fang Xuan's body hadn't been tempered by immortal medicine, he would surely have been obliterated.
Despite his severe injuries, Fang Xuan was still alive. He could infer that the Nameless Knight had been a trap set by the Slaughter King. However, revenge was not his immediate concern. Countless pairs of scarlet eyes were already fixated on him, their demonic light piercing through the dust and smoke. The twisted, ferocious faces were filled with cruelty and brutality as if they were eyeing their next meal.
As everyone knew, the most dangerous time in the Slaughter City was not when facing opponents on the Arena but when one was injured and vulnerable, with Fallen Ones lying in wait, coveting their prey.
At this moment, all the Fallen in the city had converged on the Arena. There were a total of 100,000 Fallen, and they were all staring at the battered and bloodied Fang Xuan with manic desire and madness!
"The Black Demon is seriously injured. It looks like he can't make it…"
"I want to taste the blood of an expert with 100 consecutive victories!"
"Hahahaha, the Black Demon's first cup of Bloody Mary belongs to me!"
The entire audience was in an uproar. The Fallen Ones surged forward from all directions, rushing toward Fang Xuan.
These were not friendly spectators. They were bloodthirsty beasts. When they saw a contestant in a weakened state, they would attack en masse, tearing the contestant apart and drinking their blood.
But Fang Xuan also had his eyes on them. The dynamic of hunter and prey was ever-changing.
"100,000 Fallen Ones, huh…"
Fang Xuan straightened his body as he looked at the endless tide of enemies closing in from all directions. His black hair billowed in the wind, and his face was calm. There was no fear, only excitement and anticipation.
He needed substantial spirit power and experience to level up, and this horde of Fallen Ones was the perfect prey. Absorbing their spirit power could significantly boost his level. However, with so many enemies, he was curious if he could devour them all or if he would be overwhelmed.
This was a monumental gamble. If he succeeded, he would make great strides forward. If he failed, he would be shattered and lose everything.
Fang Xuan's black hair was wild, and his expression was serious. He used the Malus Anemone to heal his injuries instantly, returning to his peak state. Simultaneously, he entered the realm of One with the Sword. Blood-red Sword Qi enveloped his body like a blood-colored rose blooming in spirals.
"Kill!"
Fang Xuan roared. His essence, energy, and spirit united, and his combat strength surged to its peak.
He brandished Red Rain and charged fearlessly into the sea of Fallen, cutting through them with reckless abandon...