Chapter 610 - 606: Demon King Morris

Chapter 610: Chapter 606: Demon King Morris

"Steward, let me give it a try!"

The sudden voice made the anxious Steward freeze.

He turned to look, and his expression changed drastically, as if he had seen something that shouldn’t be there. "You, you, you... When did you get back?"

"Heh heh, just got back!"

The newcomer grinned, revealing a mouth full of white teeth.

Those teeth were too white, far too white!

So white it was unsettling, almost whiter than snow.

Hong Yu watched the man’s sudden appearance in surprise, unable to stop himself from raising an eyebrow. "Hm?"

The aura coming from this person made him feel very uncomfortable.

It was a discomfort that came from deep within, like the revulsion light feels for darkness.

’This person is strong!’

A sliver of understanding dawned in Hong Yu’s mind.

The Steward seemed to recognize the man—in fact, he seemed to know him very well.

His gaze flickered; he seemed wary of this person. But the audience was already completely fired up by Hong Yu’s nine consecutive victories, and the crowd outside was on the verge of rioting.

If he didn’t arrange another match for Hong Yu right now, he, the Steward, would likely be torn to shreds by the mob. Gritting his teeth, he finally nodded. "Fine, I’ll allow you to go up. But you must promise me you won’t use *that* technique. If you do, the War God Arena will banish you from Nanshan Collection!"

"Jyejyejye, that depends on the situation!"

The man grinned, his mouth full of white teeth exuding a chilling coldness.

The Steward looked at Hong Yu. "Will this person do for your next opponent?"

"No problem!"

Hong Yu nodded and looked at the man. "Hello!"

"Jyejyejye!"

The short figure stuck out his tongue, which was long enough to lick his own eye. He licked almost half his face, leaving behind a foul-smelling slime, and chortled, "I’m always doing great. But in a little while, you might not be doing so well!"

"Hm?"

Hong Yu frowned slightly.

The short figure continued, "Oh, right. If you have any last words or a will you haven’t taken care of, you’d better write it down quickly. Otherwise, you won’t get the chance later!"

After speaking, he vanished from the rest area with a piercing "Jyejyejye" laugh.

Only after the man left did the Steward let out a sigh of relief. He looked at Hong Yu with a complex expression. "You... be careful."

Frowning, Hong Yu entered the preparation area.

It was the same arena, with the same Host.

He hovered high in the air. "Ladies and gentlemen, please quiet down! I’ve just been notified that Beichen will be fighting his tenth match! This battle will decide if he can set the record for the fastest to become a Ten-Time Champion in our War God Arena!"

"As you all know, the previous record holder for the fastest to reach Ten-Time Champion status only hit his stride after a dozen or so warm-up matches."

The Host’s words were filled with dramatic flair. "But Beichen has been on an unbroken winning streak since his very first match! Can he secure his tenth victory and become the new Ten-Time Champion? Let’s wait and see!"

RUMBLE!

The sound of the Stone Gate opening was exceptionally heavy.

The Host pointed to the right. "Let’s welcome the new Nine-Time Champion, Beichen, to the stage!"

"Beichen! Beichen!"

"The Nine-Time Champion, the invincible Beichen!"

Countless spectators had unanimously become Hong Yu’s supporters and fans.

The betting board showed...

At the beginning, Hong Yu’s odds were one to three. Now, they had dropped to one to one-point-two.

But the bets placed on him were still incredibly high, reaching the tens of millions of Soul Stones.

It was truly astounding.

From a total betting pool of only tens of thousands in his first fight to a massive sum exceeding ten million now, it had only taken Hong Yu a few hours.

It was a miracle!

If he could win this next match, he would become the fastest person to ever achieve the title of Ten-Time Champion in the history of the War God Arena, a maker of history.

However, all of this depended on him defeating his next opponent!

"His opponent is... Wait, his opponent is actually..."

The Host stumbled, nearly falling from the sky. He was drenched in sweat. "B-Beichen’s opponent for this match is... him? Ladies and gentlemen, I have to say, whether Beichen can become the fastest Ten-Time Champion is now in suspense, because his opponent is *that* person."

"Three years ago, he appeared out of nowhere and easily swept his way to nine victories. Just as he was about to claim the title of Ten-Time Champion, in his tenth match, he used Forbidden Techniques. As a result, that Basic Level Combat Arena was completely destroyed, and more than half of the hundred thousand spectators were killed or injured."

The Host’s voice trembled. "Because of the immense destruction he caused, the War God Arena stripped him of his victory in the tenth match. However, he holds an incredibly famous title. He is the strongest Nine-Time Champion in history—Morris!"

"Morris? My god, that Demon is back?"

"It’s terrifying! In that battle back then, Morris used *that* technique, causing the entire Basic Level Battlefield to collapse! More than half the people died!"

"He’s actually resurfaced? Can Beichen still become the Ten-Time Champion?"

"It’s hard to say!"

"If it were anyone else, Beichen would still have a chance, but he’s up against Morris now. I’m afraid this fight won’t be so easy..."

Amidst the clamor of discussion, a small, thin figure walked out from the preparation area.

His frame was very small, only about a meter tall.

A slight hunch made his figure seem even more diminutive. His shaggy hair was draped over his body, and his clothes were tattered, like a down-and-out traveler.

"Morris, I’m your admirer!"

"Morris deserved the title of Ten-Time Champion after that battle! It’s just a shame that so many people died, so the War God Arena had to nullify his tenth victory..."

"This is the true, undisputed strongest Nine-Time Champion! No, today he will win again and become the strongest Ten-Time Champion!"

"The double Prohibitions installed in the Battlefields are because of the horrific casualties from that battle with Morris! Before that, only the ultimate battlefields in the War God Arena had double Prohibitions!"

"Is he really that strong?"

Some in the crowd who recognized Morris had fanatical expressions on their faces.

The Host gulped hard.

He had never seen Morris before, but he had heard the rumors—terrifyingly horrible, and terrifyingly powerful.

The Host flew higher and announced in a booming voice: "This battle will be a clash between the two strongest Nine-Time Champions! Will the former strongest Nine-Time Champion, Morris, make up for his past regrets and claim the title of Ten-Time Champion? Or will Beichen rise to the occasion and stage a stunning counterattack? Let’s wait and see!"

"There are three minutes left! Please place your bets quickly!"

The Host deliberately stalled for time.

For a moment, the bets on the board shot up like crazy.

「Three minutes later.」

The total bets on Hong Yu amounted to 16,350,000 Soul Stones, while Morris had 17,000,000 Soul Stones.

Clearly, more people were betting on Morris!

The Host was very satisfied. He nodded and boomed, "Let the battle—begin!"

BOOM!

Morris suddenly charged forward.

Although his body was small, his explosive burst of speed was astonishingly fast.

The spot where he had just been standing instantly exploded with a BOOM from the powerful recoil, leaving two deep craters.

Using the force of the rebound, Morris’s body arrived in front of Hong Yu in an instant.

His small hands suddenly shot out from under his robe. They were a pair of hands covered in blisters, as if they had been corroded, and they reeked with a thick, putrid stench.

TSSS!

With a swing of his fist, the very air trembled.

This man’s strength was absolutely terrifying!

Hong Yu’s gaze hardened. Cyan light circulated on his arm as the Cyan Dragon Arm gathered a majestic aura. "Great Destruction Fist!"

Fist against fist.

Ring after ring of Energy Auras appeared on Hong Yu’s arm, layering over one another before finally converging on his fist. It was as if a ferocious Ancient Beast was roaring as it charged toward Morris.

"Jyejyejye!"

Morris gave a strange, twisted grin.

’Not good!’

Hong Yu’s heart skipped a beat.

His punch hit nothing but air, not harming Morris at all. Hong Yu instinctively rolled to the right to dodge.

TSSS!

The instant he moved, a black Fist Gang landed on the spot he had just occupied.

Black smoke rose from the ground. The hard arena floor was instantly corroded, leaving a huge, deep pit. Streams of black liquid, the byproduct of the corrosion, flowed down from the crater.

’What a vicious technique! I’m afraid even a Fifth-Grade Primordial Weapon would be instantly corroded!’ Hong Yu was shaken.

The poisonous aura on this Morris was too terrifying!

Even with the Fire Cloud Divine Armor protecting him, Hong Yu was unwilling to risk a direct clash.

"Not bad speed. A pity you’re still going to die!"

Morris’s voice was low and hoarse.

Behind him, the phantom of a black sludge monster suddenly appeared.

This monstrous phantom was shaped like a pile of excrement, emitting thick black gas. The moment it appeared, a terrifyingly toxic gas spread out, and black smoke billowed behind him, condensing into one black poison dragon after another.

The poison dragons soared into the air, grazing the ground as they flew.

TSSS!

Long scars were instantly corroded into the ground.

"Nine Dragons Soaring Sky!"

Morris roared, his eyes filled with a thick, crimson light.

The Host suddenly shouted, "It’s appeared! One of Morris’s ultimate moves, Nine Dragons Soaring Sky! Countless experts fell to this technique back in the day! Each Black Dragon represents a potent toxin. A light touch will cause paralysis, while a direct hit will corrode you into a pool of blood!"

"This is Demon King Morris! No expert who has ever fought against him has survived!"

The Host’s voice began to tremble. "Demon King Morris once said that the only way to stop him from killing is to kill him! Today, can Beichen stop him? Or will Beichen’s fall mark the return of Demon King Morris? Let us wait and see!"

The moment the Host’s voice fell.

The nine Black Dragons were already roaring, swarming Hong Yu from all directions and drowning him within their ranks.

His fate, unknown!