Chapter 608 - 604: It Ended Just Like That?

Chapter 608: Chapter 604: It Ended Just Like That?

RUMBLE!

Before even entering the Battlefield, Hong Yu could feel the tremors of the commotion outside.

It was incredibly loud and ostentatious.

The fervent atmosphere was comparable to a lavish banquet.

"Attention, everyone! In this next match, a newly registered young expert will be taking the stage."

"His origins are a mystery, his strength is immense, and his methods are strange and unpredictable... All we know about him is his name. He is called Beichen! And he is human..."

"This will be the very first duel of his life, and his opponent is our new crowd favorite—a tyrannical powerhouse, an expert who once tore a Five-Time Champion to shreds. His name is Ape Dali, and his strength is unparalleled!"

ROAR!

"Ape Dali! Ape Dali!"

"Hahaha, I bet one hundred thousand Soul Stones on Ape Dali! You better not let me down! Tear that new kid to pieces! I’m gonna eat his heart and liver later!"

"This War God Arena is such a damn rip-off! Ape Dali is a sure win, but his odds are only one-point-two. What a scam."

"Hey, you newcomer named Beichen, you better give it your all! I put ten thousand Soul Stones on you. I’m counting on you for an upset!"

The clamor was overwhelming, filled with the darkness of human nature.

In the stands.

Xishang Ling’s brow was tightly furrowed as he cursed inwardly, ’This War God Arena is too much. How could they give Boss such a lunatic like Ape Dali for his first match?’

"Young Master Ling, is that Ape Dali very strong?" Zhao Hu asked.

Xishang Ling nodded and said with a bitter smile, "More than just strong. Let me put it this way: he’s a Triple Crown Champion. Do you know what that means? It means he’s won three consecutive matches, and they must all be completed within a single day to earn the ’Champion’ title. Every match in the War God Arena is a life-or-death battle. The fact that Ape Dali could win three in a row... you can imagine how strong he is!"

"Then isn’t Brother Beichen in danger?" Zhao Hu’s face was full of worry.

Zhao Feng’Er, however, had blind confidence, shaking her fist. "Brother Beichen will definitely win!"

"Let’s hope so!"

Xishang Ling said bitterly.

In another private box, several young men and women in brocade robes were placing bets on the big board.

"Big Brother, who are you betting on?" one of them asked.

If Hong Yu had been there, he would have recognized this person. It was none other than Ma Lie, the young master of the Centaur Race whom he had met once before.

Ma Lie’s older brother was a sturdy young man clad in armor with an iron helmet.

A powerful killing intent radiated from him, and his gaze was like a cold flash of lightning. He was swinging a Giant Sword in his hand as he said nonchalantly, "Ape Dali, of course. That guy is quite strong. Even I had to use quite a few tricks when I fought him."

This man’s name was Ma Xiao, and he held an even more glorious title—Ten-Time Champion!

"Alright then, I’ll bet on Ape Dali. I’ll start with fifty thousand Soul Stones!" Ma Lie nodded, a trace of greed and excitement flashing in his eyes.

He had already won nearly a hundred thousand Soul Stones today by following Ma Xiao’s bets at the War God Arena. Now, hearing Ma Xiao declare Ape Dali a guaranteed winner, he naturally decided to go all in.

Ma Xiao nodded. "Place a hundred thousand Soul Stones for me, too. The odds are a bit low, but at least it’s a guaranteed twenty thousand profit."

"Okay!"

Ma Lie chuckled, drool trickling from his mouth.

On the highest level of the War God Arena...

A figure shrouded in darkness held a wine cup, but it was filled not with fine wine, but with fresh blood.

GULP!

The figure in the darkness slowly swallowed a mouthful of blood, let out a soft groan, and said with narrowed eyes, "The blood from the heart of a recently fallen expert is truly delicious!"

"Young Master, a report just came from below. This Beichen is the one who defeated the Stone Pill King at the Xishang Tribe yesterday!" a cold, respectful voice reported.

"Oh?"

The figure in the darkness nodded, then waved his hand dismissively. "Let’s see the result of this battle first. Ape Dali shouldn’t disappoint us."

"Yes!"

The owner of the cold voice retreated.

The figure in the darkness squinted, his scarlet tongue stained with a trace of blood, and muttered, ’Human blood, is it? It’s been a while since I’ve tasted the blood of a human expert. The last time... I think it was from one of those so-called Divine Generals of the Divine City that Father killed? Tsk tsk, the taste was exquisite. I hope I get to savor it again this time!’

...

RUMBLE!

Hong Yu’s eyes snapped open. The Stone Gate before him swung open, and a wave of clamor and heat washed over him.

It was as tumultuous as an ocean wave.

"Ape Dali! Ape Dali! Ape Dali!"

The earth-shattering cheers exploded through the air, like claps of thunder rolling across the sky.

"Beichen, Beichen..."

The cheers for Hong Yu were clearly much quieter.

Of all the spectators in the Battlefield’s Audience Seats, less than a tenth of them were supporting Hong Yu!

"Will the two warriors please step forward!"

The Host’s voice rang out.

Hong Yu cracked his neck and slowly walked out.

As he stepped onto the Battlefield and looked around, he couldn’t help but feel that it was no wonder the War God Arena was the most insane money-making machine in the Nanshan Collection.

He had heard that the entire War God Arena contained one hundred Basic Level Battlefields, ten Middle-Level Battlefields, and one final Battlefield!

The Basic Level Battlefields could hold one hundred thousand people, the Middle-Level ones could hold five hundred thousand, and the final Battlefield could accommodate five million spectators at once. Of course, the level of combat in each type of battlefield was different. It was said that the final Battlefield hadn’t been opened in decades.

This was because only the final match of a Hundred Victory War God could be held there.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The entire Battlefield suddenly shook, and pebbles on the ground began to dance.

Hong Yu followed the sound with his gaze.

From the rest area on the opposite side, a burly figure emerged. It was none other than Hong Yu’s opponent for this match, Ape Dali, the same one who had tried to cause trouble for him in the rest area earlier.

Ape Dali’s footsteps thundered on the ground like rolling thunder. Each step he took made the Battlefield roar, a testament to his boundless strength.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Ape Dali pounded his chest fiercely with both fists, each blow creating a dull thud like the beating of war drums.

ROAR!

Ape Dali let out a hysterical, heaven-shaking roar.

"Ape Dali! Ape Dali!"

"Tear him apart! Ape Dali, hurry up and rip that Little One to pieces..."

"We’re waiting for you to use your signature move that tears people in two! Ape Dali, make that Little One splatter the Battlefield with his blood!"

One hundred thousand spectators roared in unison, their voices filled with chilling killing intent.

"Heh heh, so it’s you, kid. What a small world for enemies!" Ape Dali sneered at Hong Yu.

His eyes were blood-red, like two rubies embedded in their sockets, brimming with grim killing intent.

"On the left is our Triple Crown Champion, Ape Dali! He is famous for his strength, sweeping through the Basic Level Battlefields and having achieved the title of Triple Crown Champion three times! This is an incredibly glorious record! Let’s hear it for him!"

A Host flew through the air above the Battlefield, his powerful voice booming out.

"Ape Dali, Wudi!"

"Triple Crown Champion..."

Waves of cheers rose and fell.

Ape Dali laughed heartily, his voice a dull thunder, as he punched the air. His fists seemed powerful enough to shatter the heavens, possessing a Divine Power capable of the Inversion of Heaven and Earth.

The Host turned to Hong Yu, his tone tinged with mockery. "This little guy here is named Beichen. He’s a young warrior who has just registered with the War God Arena. We don’t know much about him, but anyone with the guts to join the War God Arena can’t be weak. Let’s wait and see if he can claim victory in his debut match!"

BOO...

"Hahaha, the little brat should go home and drink his milk."

"I bet as soon as Ape Dali flexes his strength, the kid will be too scared to move, maybe even wet himself!"

"Such a tender-skinned little thing. If he doesn’t die, I’ll definitely pay to have him for the night. I’ll make him serve me well!"

"You damn ****, what do you mean ’serve you well’? How many able-bodied men have you sucked dry already?"

The Battlefield was filled with ridicule. Almost no one favored Hong Yu.

They didn’t believe Hong Yu could defeat the mighty Ape Dali.

In the private box...

Zhao Feng’Er said angrily, "Are these people blind? How could that big lug possibly be a match for Brother Beichen?" She looked at Xishang Ling. "Brother Ling, can we place a bet on Brother Beichen?"

"I already did. I bet one hundred Soul Stones," Xishang Ling said.

Zhao Feng’Er blinked. Normally, she would think one hundred Soul Stones was a lot, but looking at the big board, the total bet on Hong Yu’s side was a meager thirty thousand, while the bets on Ape Dali had already exceeded a million Soul Stones.

Zhao Feng’Er pouted. "Brother Beichen has so few supporters. Brother Ling, can you add a little more?"

"Sigh, alright!"

Xishang Ling truly doted on Zhao Feng’Er.

Wincing in pain, he added another ten thousand Soul Stones, thinking to himself, ’I’ll just count this as supporting the boss. Hmm, I already told him before we came: if you can’t win, just surrender. Given his ability to easily defeat Ape Xu, even if he’s outmatched, he should be able to hold on long enough to reach the surrender zone!’

’If he really can’t even manage to surrender, then I’ll have no choice but to step in and stop it. I absolutely cannot let anything happen to him!’

Hong Yu was now the hope of the Xishang Tribe.

He would not allow anything to happen to Hong Yu.

Back to the matter at hand.

Seeing that few people were placing any more bets, the Host knew he had drawn out the suspense long enough. He announced, "And now, the match between Beichen and Ape Dali... begins!"

VMMM!

A brilliant light flashed across the Battlefield as a Prohibition enveloped it.

This was to prevent the experts’ battle from affecting the audience.

"Heh heh, kid, I’m going to tear you to pieces!" Ape Dali looked at Hong Yu savagely.

Hong Yu glanced at him and said flatly, "Enough nonsense. This is my debut match in the War God Arena. It needs to end cleanly and quickly."

"Hmph, don’t you worry. I’ll make sure you die cleanly and quickly!"

Ape Dali chuckled, his savage gaze filled with a blood-red light. "Ten moves. I’ll tear you to pieces within ten moves!"

Hong Yu pursed his lips. "Make your move."

"Die!"

Ape Dali roared, his fists swinging forward like two colliding mountain peaks. They came with a crushing Momentum, immensely powerful.

Faced with such an attack, a trace of contempt flashed through Hong Yu’s eyes.

SWOOSH!

His figure suddenly vanished, reappearing behind Ape Dali in the next instant.

The two had merely brushed past each other.

"S-so fast..."

Ape Dali was stunned. He tried to turn, only to find his body falling uncontrollably to the ground.

"..."

The entire War God Arena once again fell into silence.

The Host, who had been about to start his commentary, stared in utter astonishment at the falling Ape Dali. He gulped hard, his gaze fixed on the slender youth, and muttered to himself...

"I-it can’t be over just like that, can it?"