Chapter 609 - 605: Winning Streak

Chapter 609: Chapter 605: Winning Streak

’It can’t be over just like that, can it?’

This was the thought running through everyone’s mind.

The crowd of one hundred thousand, which had been a deafening roar just moments ago, fell silent in an instant.

It wasn’t that their manners had suddenly improved. The scene before them was simply too bizarre—so bizarre that they hadn’t even processed it yet.

Whether from the introductions at the Battle of the Gods or their own knowledge of the two combatants’ strengths, everyone was well aware that Hong Yu was clearly the weaker party.

And yet...

The scene before them was just too strange!

Ape Dali, who had clearly held the upper hand and looked as though he could obliterate Hong Yu with a single punch, had simply brushed past his opponent and collapsed, clutching his stomach.

It was completely illogical!

"What the hell is going on?"

"Ape Dali, you coward! Don’t tell me you’ve got diarrhea now of all times! Get up!"

"Fuck! Ape Dali, I bet hundreds of thousands of Soul Stones on you! Are you on your period or something?"

One by one, the spectators began to process what happened and erupted in a torrent of curses.

Normally, the violent-tempered Ape Dali would have furiously hurled insults back at the audience, but this time, he didn’t move.

He was kneeling on both knees, hands clutching his stomach, his entire body twitching uncontrollably.

"Host, you can make the call now, can’t you?" Hong Yu said, slowly turning around.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, his expression calm, as if he had done nothing at all.

The Host froze for a moment before flying down. "Ape Dali? Ape Dali?"

He hadn’t noticed from a distance, but now that he was beside Ape Dali, a cold sweat broke out all over the Host’s body.

He merely touched Ape Dali lightly with his palm.

The Triple Crown Champion, a man who had once torn powerful experts limb from limb, suddenly emitted a series of CRACKING sounds. His body went limp like a pile of mud and collapsed to the ground. Every bone in his body was completely shattered.

"Th-This..."

The Host’s eyes widened in horror.

The experts in the Audience Seats who witnessed this were stunned once again.

They couldn’t even comprehend what had just happened.

In the private box...

Zhao Feng’Er was cheering ecstatically. Xishang Ling was also beaming with excitement, laughing heartily. "My god, Boss is too damn awesome! That’s the Triple Crown Champion, Ape Dali! He broke every bone in the guy’s body with one punch? Hahaha, I just bet over ten thousand! The odds on Boss were three to one, so I just made a profit of over twenty thousand!"

His excitement quickly turned to regret. "If I’d known, I would’ve bet everything I have."

He’d brought a hundred thousand Soul Stones with him!

Beside him, Zhao Feng’Er said smugly, "Hmph, serves you right for not listening to me!"

"Hahaha..."

The private box was filled with joyous laughter and celebration.

Of course!

Where some celebrated, others were bound to despair.

Ma Lie stared dumbfounded at Ape Dali’s body on the ground. He stiffly turned his head to look at Ma Xiao, who was still focused on his sword practice. "B-Big Brother, the... the fight’s over!"

"Oh? That fast?"

Ma Xiao replied casually without turning his head. "Did Ape Dali get stronger, or was the new guy just too weak? It’s over right after it began, hehe!"

Ma Lie’s face was crestfallen. "Big Brother, Ape Dali lost!"

"Hm? He lost?"

The Heavy Sword in Ma Xiao’s hands came to a sudden halt. His brow furrowed as he said in a low voice, "Are you kidding me? Ape Dali is no weakling. Even if he were to lose, there’s no way it would be this fast, right?"

"I-It was just that fast..."

Ma Lie said with a bitter smile, "I lost all fifty thousand of my Soul Stones."

"..."

Ma Xiao ran over on his four hooves. He looked at Ape Dali’s motionless body on the Battlefield, frowning, before his gaze finally fell on Hong Yu. "So this guy is that powerful? Hmph, to think he made me lose a hundred thousand Soul Stones. He’d better hope he doesn’t run into me!"

"Huh? Big Brother, wait a second. I think I know that guy!" Ma Lie had been so focused on the outcome that he hadn’t gotten a good look at Hong Yu.

Now, looking closely, he suddenly recognized him.

He shot to his feet, his eyes filled with a vicious and resentful look. "Big Brother, it’s that bastard! He’s the one who fought me over a room before, causing me to lose several thousand Soul Stones."

"Hm? The time I sent you to buy the Exquisite Ice Crystals... you were short on Soul Stones because of him?" A grim killing intent surged from Ma Xiao’s body.

He had previously heard that the Exquisite Ice Crystals were available on the black market.

He had given a batch of Soul Stones to his younger brother, Ma Lie, who had just arrived at the Nanshan Collection, and sent him to buy them. But because of a conflict with someone, Ma Lie had lost several thousand Soul Stones and failed to bring back the Exquisite Ice Crystals.

This had infuriated Ma Xiao for a long time, and he still hadn’t completely gotten over his anger.

Now, hearing what Ma Lie said, he realized this guy had not only prevented him from getting the Exquisite Ice Crystals but had also caused him to lose over a hundred thousand Soul Stones today.

The killing intent emanating from him grew stronger, surging wildly as he stared daggers at Hong Yu. "Good, very good. I’ll remember this man. Hmph, if it weren’t for the rule that fighters from the Middle-Level Battlefield can’t challenge those in the Basic Level Battlefield, I’d challenge him right now and kill him on the spot."

"Big Brother, does that mean we won’t get our revenge?" Ma Lie asked anxiously.

Ma Xiao shook his head. "How could I not take revenge on someone who’s offended me? I just can’t challenge him for the time being. We’ll wait. He should continue to compete. As soon as he accumulates over thirty victories, he’ll be promoted to the Middle-Level Battlefield. I’ll challenge him the moment he arrives!"

"But what if he can’t even win ten matches?" Ma Lie asked, worried.

Ma Xiao replied, "Ape Dali’s strength is considered pretty decent in the Basic Level Battlefield. For him to defeat Ape Dali so easily, it’s only a matter of time before he enters the Middle-Level Battlefield. I’ll make him understand just how terrifying it is to cross me!"

"Jie jie, then when the time comes, Big Brother, you have to torture him brutally before you kill him!"

"Don’t worry..."

The two brothers shared an incredibly sinister gaze.

Meanwhile, in the top-level room, the figure hidden in the Darkness spoke again. "Tsk tsk, impressive. That speed is truly something else!"

If there was anyone who had truly seen what happened in that last exchange, it was this powerful expert.

In the instant Hong Yu and Ape Dali brushed past each other, Hong Yu had thrown over ninety punches. His speed was simply too fast for anyone without sufficient strength to perceive.

This created the illusion that Ape Dali had died from a mere passing brush.

But regardless...

Hong Yu’s debut match in the War God Arena had ended in an instant-kill victory!

"In this match, the winner is Beichen!"

The Host’s voice trembled slightly.

"Beichen! Beichen!"

"From now on, I’m your loyal fan!"

"I love you, Beichen! I’ll be waiting for you in a room at the Yulan Inn tonight! Please ravish me..."

"Fuck off! How dare an ugly hag like you try to steal Beichen from me?"

Fame in a single battle!

The hundred-thousand-strong crowd was conquered by Hong Yu in an instant, completely transformed into his fanatical supporters.

Hong Yu swept his gaze over the crowd, then walked toward the rest area with a stoic expression.

"Congratulations, Beichen. Here are the three thousand Soul Stones you won," the Steward said, looking at Hong Yu with a complicated expression.

He never would have guessed that this newcomer who had just registered would be so formidable.

’That was Ape Dali!’

’A grand Triple Crown Champion couldn’t even block a single one of his moves?’

Hong Yu smiled but didn’t take the Soul Stones. "Steward, sir, I’ll bet these three thousand Soul Stones on my next opponent to lose. Please arrange another fight for me as soon as possible!"

"What? You don’t need to rest?"

The Steward was taken aback.

Ordinary experts would rest for at least half a day, or even several days, after a fight. After all, these were life-and-death battles that took a huge toll on both mind and body.

No one was willing to gamble with their life.

Otherwise, Triple Crown Champions and Ten-Time Champions wouldn’t be so rare.

Of course...

The Hundred Victory War God title had no such restriction; the only condition was to win one hundred consecutive matches!

Hong Yu smiled. "That last fight barely took any energy. I don’t need a break!"

"Er..."

The Steward froze, then remembered that Hong Yu had just scored an instant kill. Of course he wouldn’t have used much energy.

He immediately nodded. "Alright, I’ll arrange it for you right away!"

The Steward scanned the match roster and selected an expert slightly stronger than Ape Dali. "This one’s name is Loulan. He’s a master swordsman, so be careful!" His attitude toward Hong Yu had become much more enthusiastic.

Hong Yu nodded.

「About ten minutes later...」

"Keep betting on my opponents to lose, and pick another one for me!" Hong Yu said with a smile.

The Steward, drenched in sweat, could only agree.

「Ten minutes later...」

Hong Yu returned again.

This time, the Steward had arranged for him to fight a Four-Time Champion.

Fifteen minutes later, Hong Yu appeared before the Steward once more, smiling. "Arrange another one for me! That Four-Time Champion’s skills were pretty good!"

"..."

The Steward had gone numb.

This opponent was also a Four-Time Champion, but one who had earned the title three times over.

Match after match...

Hong Yu scored one instant kill after another, racking up a winning streak.

After five hours, Hong Yu’s winning streak had reached eight matches.

His ninth opponent, in the match currently underway, was a Five-Time Champion!

"Steward, sir, no one is willing to fight him!" a subordinate exclaimed, running over with sweat beading on his forehead.

The Steward’s knuckles were white as he gripped the match roster, his clothes unknowingly soaked in a cold sweat. He gave a bitter smile. "Damn it, this Beichen is insane! He’s already fought eight consecutive matches—two Triple Crown Champions, three Four-Time Champions, and one Five-Time Champion—and he’s instant-killed them all with a single punch. Now, no one in the entire Basic Level Battlefield is willing to fight him."

"Going up there is just asking for a beating. Who would want to do that?"

The subordinate was also incredibly frustrated. "Let’s just hope this Five-Time Champion in the ninth match can last a little longer!"

But just at that moment...

Hong Yu returned, having already dealt with the Five-Time Champion. He was finally breaking a light sweat. He looked at the Steward. "Steward, sir, is the opponent for the tenth match ready?"

Sweat poured down the Steward’s face. "Well... Lord Beichen, why don’t you take a short break first?"

"Hehe, it’s fine. I’m not tired yet!"

Hong Yu smiled, appreciating the Steward’s good intentions.

The Steward wanted to cry but had no tears left.

Just then...

Another subordinate rushed over. "Steward, sir, the audience outside is in an uproar! They’re demanding to see Beichen fight."

"My gods..."

The Steward slapped his forehead, utterly exasperated. Right now, there wasn’t a single person in the Basic Level Battlefield who dared to fight Hong Yu!

Just as the Steward was about to try again to persuade Hong Yu to rest for a day, a slender figure suddenly appeared behind them. A soft voice spoke, carrying a resonance as sharp as a Sword Edge...

"Steward, sir, let me give it a try."