Chapter 4

In the Da Xiong Empire's seating area.

"Baka, baka, baka, baka, those hateful Dragon Nation people actually killed our contestant!"

A Da Xiong Empire team member was burning with anger, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"It was clearly just the last round left, just a little bit more, and the Dragon Nation would have been permanently removed from the Terror Arena."

"But at this critical moment, some nobody jumped out and turned the situation around. Who on earth is he!"

"Have you guys found out clearly yet!"

A team member turned around abruptly and glared at the information staff member who was frantically typing on the computer keyboard, his eyes as fierce as if he wanted to swallow the other person alive.

Those staff members were so scared that their eyes flickered, and their speech became trembling.

"I... I'm sorry..."

"Please give us a little more time, we'll have it checked immediately."

"Hmph, hurry up and get it done for me. If you can't, your fate won't be any better than Anwei Huacun Lang's!"

The speaker was the deputy captain of the Da Xiong Empire combat team.

He was wearing a silver suit, his hair was light yellow, and he had a slicked-back hairstyle.

He was thin, always had his hands in his pockets, and the corners of his mouth were habitually raised, looking extremely arrogant.

The deputy captain looked up at the silent black-bearded man in front of him and asked:

"Captain, what should we do now?"

"Judging from the momentum of that kid's move just now, the thing he summoned is far beyond A-Rank!"

"Can our S-Rank personnel be mobilized now?"

Hearing this, Meng Lingchuanxi, who was the captain, shook his head.

"The team members who can summon S-Rank are all undergoing special training. I originally thought we could eliminate the Dragon Nation with A-Rank."

"But the result exceeded our expectations."

The deputy captain smacked his lips, tilted his head, and asked: "Then what should we do now?"

"We can't just watch the Dragon Nation win, right?"

"If it really doesn't work, we'll ask other countries for help. At worst, we'll give them a high reward!"

This was the only solution he could think of at the moment.

But this proposal was met with a slap from Meng Lingchuanxi!

"Baka!"

"Our dignified Da Xiong Empire, when did we fall to the point of asking others for help?"

"Being humble in the past was one thing, but now we are a major power that can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Beautiful Nation. We must never bow our heads and ask for help from other countries!"

Meng Lingchuanxi glared fiercely at the deputy captain.

After being lectured, the deputy captain became much more honest, no longer arrogant, and bent over to ask:

"Then Captain, what should we do now?"

"In this situation, we can only let Jing Tian Yilang go on stage." Meng Lingchuanxi narrowed his eyes slightly.

The deputy captain's mouth opened slightly, "Captain... is it really necessary to send him?"

"The Quasi-S-Rank undead he summons is indeed powerful, but he himself is a coward and can't control the undead at all."

"Remember last time? After solving the opponent, he accidentally injured one of our team members. If he can't control it well, we will be blamed by the citizens!"

"Hmph!"

Meng Lingchuanxi snorted coldly, "If we lose this match, the blame we face will only be worse."

"Don't talk nonsense, do as I say, and bring him over quickly."

"Yes!"

The deputy captain didn't dare to disobey the order, but still couldn't help but ask:

"Captain, if Jing Tian Yilang loses, what should we do?"

"The Dragon Nation's summon really seems to be S-Rank!"

"..."

Meng Lingchuanxi did not respond to his words, but just looked up, quietly staring at Shen Tu, who was shining with golden light in the sky.

His eyes gradually carried a hint of mockery.

"S-Rank? Hehe, how can there be so many S-Ranks in this world!"

"The third round of the competition is about to begin, please have the contestants from both sides enter and take their positions!"

As the figure of the Mysterious Judge stood firmly in the center of the arena,

The third round,

Was about to begin.

This was the first time the Dragon Nation had taken the initiative to challenge the Da Xiong Empire.

For the Da Xiong Empire, this round of competition was irrelevant; even if they lost, it was just enduring some punishment.

But for the Dragon Nation, this was a battle that could not be lost!

To regain the confidence of the people of the whole country, to reignite the will to fight,

This round must be won, and it must be an overwhelming victory without any suspense!

This concerns the future and destiny of the entire country.

Zhang Cheng did not dare to take it lightly, so he immediately tried to establish a connection with Shen Tu in the sky in his heart,

And begged Shen Tu not to show any mercy!

"Zhang Cheng, Dragon Nation person, summons Divine General—Shen Tu, level unknown."

"I... Jing Tian Yilang, Da Xiong Empire, summons Terrifying Creature—Quasi-S-Rank Undead."

This contestant from the Da Xiong Empire had a bowl-cut, a bloated body, and a greasy face; he looked like a typical fat nerd.

He was exactly like those perverted men in movies, usually timid, but perverted to the core inside!

"Introduction finished, duel begins!"

The two contestants confronted each other on the arena.

Jing Tian Yilang muttered a string of obscure spells with his head down,

Following that, with him as the center, dark red smoke like rolling waves spread out in all directions.

In this smoke, hundreds of human heads with different shapes and hideous faces condensed. The sounds of various emotions came from their open mouths; negative emotions such as resentment, unwillingness, grief, and bitterness instantly enveloped the entire arena.

Subsequently,

A strange figure slowly appeared.

She had disheveled hair, and her hair seemed to be soaked in some kind of liquid, wet and sticky like seaweed.

She wore a simple white long dress, and pale skin was exposed under the hem of the dress, with many festering wounds due to decay, and the pus flowing out exuded a foul smell.

There was no expression on her face, extremely cold, and her eyes, black as ink, were full of the breath of death.

She had no lower body and relied only on her slender arms to support her slow progress...

The Da Xiong Empire spectators in the stands witnessed this scene and swallowed their saliva one after another, becoming so careful that even blinking became cautious due to fear.

The incident where the undead attacked their own people before was still fresh in their memory.

Although their hearts were full of fear,

They still couldn't help but fantasize,

"Jing Tian Yilang... Quasi-S-Rank Undead, if they go to fight, our Da Xiong Empire will definitely win."

"Hurry up and drive the Dragon Nation contestant off the arena!"

"..."

Zhang Cheng stared at the undead without squinting, and said expressionlessly:

"The atmosphere is indeed well-created."

"It's a pity that with your strength, you can't even withstand a single move in front of my Shen Tu!"

"Is it you who made my master feel fear!!!"

A harsh and unpleasant voice popped out of the undead's mouth.

Immediately, the blood mist floating around accelerated, swooshing toward the flower sedan and coffin in the sky.

Bit by bit, those blood mists were like several snakes with sharp teeth and grinning mouths, circling and entangling together, wishing to tear Shen Tu in the sky to shreds.

Seeing this scene,

Zhang Cheng raised his right hand and slashed down:

"Kill her."

Shen Tu, hanging in the sky, slowly raised the golden halberd again.

At this moment.

Boom, a loud noise.

Just as Shen Tu was about to take action, a deafening sound shook the world, and a dazzling golden light flashed across the pale sky again!

Then.

Amidst everyone's shocked gazes.

A man in golden armor jumped up suddenly and kicked into the void. That unparalleled power made the air like a sharp long sword descending from the sky, crossing space and tearing through the blood mist at an incredible speed.

It went straight toward the undead.

Boom!

A huge explosion echoed on the arena.

Dust flew at the scene, and the powerful impact of that force ignored the protection of the barrier. The aftermath of the explosion allowed every spectator present to clearly feel the shock.