Chapter 951

The audience’s energy was electric; Budebushuo , the devil race’s talent for commentary was truly eye-opening.

Hak’s performance at least greatly changed Su Xiao’s impression of the devil race—when devils get silly, it’s utterly uncontrollable.

“Don’t laugh!!”

On the high commentary platform, Hak glared and flared his nostrils, appearing furious, yet his lips curled slightly upward.

“What a crowd—both beloved and infuriating—but… that’s exactly why Hak stands here. Since you’ve come to the Void Arena, go wild.”

“Time’s up. The second match is about to begin.”

Two more competitors entered—their strength was decent, but among all contestants, they were at best mid-tier.

After a preliminary scan, Su Xiao identified several troublesome opponents:

The mage who fused fire and water elements from earlier.

A burly man with a scar across his forehead, whose homeland had been destroyed by the Knife Demon.

A man whose arms were encased in mechanical armor, his limbs long enough to hang past his knees.

A male devil hybrid with horns, part devil and part human; Su Xiao sensed spatial affinity from him. After locking eyes, he realized this devil hybrid was not an ally.

A creature covered entirely in black scales, with only one eye, its species unknown—its claws were razor-sharp, radiating an overall aura of ferocity.

Besides these competitors, one insectoid was exceptionally strong—a Banke born with arm-blades. Banke joined the Void Arena out of boredom, not for rewards or glory, revealing just how bloodthirsty he was; yet he continuously suppressed his true power, his motives unclear.

These six competitors all gave Su Xiao a strong sense of threat. Of course, these were merely the obvious foes—there must be hidden killers lurking in the shadows. This Void Arena was truly teeming with hidden dragons and tigers.

While Su Xiao was thinking, the second match had already ended—one contestant had his head torn off. The victorious “Dochia Star” raised his opponent’s head high, blood dripping down his blue skin.

The raw act of tearing off a head startled some timid spectators, but over 99% of the audience cheered—they felt no discomfort from the gore.

Each match progressed faster than expected; barely half an hour had passed, and two matches were already over.

Su Xiao leaned back in his seat. His own turn might still be some time away—he needed to memorize other competitors’ numbers and fighting styles to prepare for future bouts.

As match after match passed, Hak on the commentary platform remained in a state of high excitement—even after explaining over a dozen matches, he was still energized.

The matches proceeded orderly, and soon, the eighteenth match began. The competitors who stepped onto the stage left the audience stunned.

The first competitor had an unusual appearance: a bipedal crocodile—a warrior from “Vitan Star,” trained brutally since childhood, belonging to a warrior race.

Though his appearance was unusual, in the Void, this crocodile’s look wasn’t rare—many races were far stranger.

The audience felt the difference because of the second group of competitors—yes, a group, not a single individual.

“Fixed!!”

A female spectator shouted loudly, clearly outraged.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please calm down—let me explain…”

Before Hak could finish, a barrage of empty drink bottles and fruit peels flew at him. Helpless, he ducked behind the commentary platform, refusing to show his head.

Once the audience calmed down a bit, Hak wiped away nonexistent sweat from his forehead.

“The second group of competitors have a special condition—they are fate-linked. I hope that explains it to you, ladies and gentlemen.”

At Hak’s explanation, the audience erupted in murmurs. Fate-linking was something they’d heard of—an extremely rare phenomenon. Even identical twins rarely exhibited fate-linking.

If they truly were fate-linked, their joint appearance made perfect sense. In the Void’s understanding, several fate-linked individuals were treated as a single entity, for their fates were bound together—if one died, the others’ fates neared death, followed by relentless misfortune, and they would not live long. Fate-linking was a kind of innate talent, akin to racial Tianfu but superior to it.

Seeing the audience’s reaction, Hak exhaled in relief. The Gongzhengchu ’s result was indeed this. His gaze turned to the arena—the second group consisted of three individuals. He hadn’t yet introduced them, having been distracted by calming the crowd.

“The three brothers stepping out are collectively known as Guozu. Though Hak cannot comprehend the meaning behind this name, … Hak finds these three brothers quite appealing.”

Indeed, it was Guozu—and all three brothers stepped out together.

At this moment, the three Guozu brothers wore smug grins. They hadn’t expected to enter together—when receiving their numbers, they’d been given only one. They’d been overjoyed.

“Big brother, we’re going to strike it rich this time. Should we go for first place?”

Guozu’s second brother clearly had boundless confidence.

“Of course—we’ve got three of us. We’ve got enough for a game of Dou Dizhu.”

Guozu’s eldest brother was also in good spirits—he hadn’t expected them to enter together either.

“Big brother, that crocodile looks pissed. And isn’t this guy… Desert Playboy Rekton?!”

The quiet third brother studied their opponent—the bipedal crocodile.

“Hey, over there, Rekton!”

Guozu’s eldest shouted. The crocodile nearby looked puzzled—he wasn’t Rekton. He turned his head backward, where only vast desert sands stretched behind him.

“I’m Gu’e, not Rekton. You’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

The crocodile’s voice was deep. In each hand he held a broad-bladed battle axe. His armor wasn’t worn—it was embedded into his flesh, studded with spikes.

“Big brother, he’s not Rekton. I’m so disappointed.”

“Smash him!”

“Yeah, smash him—he’s not even Rekton!”

The three brothers’ opinion was astonishingly unified: smash him.

As a warrior race, the crocodile wasn’t intimidated by the Guozu brothers. In his view, even with three opponents, he could still win.

Just as both sides glared at each other, Hak announced the match had begun.

“Forty!”

Guozu’s eldest roared—the number “Forty” referred to a small energy hammer.

The three brothers stood side by side, their hands glowing golden. Three short-hafted golden energy hammers materialized in their grips.

Simultaneously, the three Guozu brothers bent low, then threw their hammers in perfect unison.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

The three energy hammers spun rapidly through the air, howling with force. They didn’t fly straight—they split into three trajectories, each following a parabolic arc toward the crocodile, their paths converging at a single point.

The crocodile, a battle-hardened veteran, lunged forward at super-speed, moving clear of the convergence point, effortlessly dodging all three small energy hammers.