Chapter 398

"Winner: Hero Fang, Silver Fang, Banggu."

The silver-haired youth chuckled lightly, snapped his fingers, and Banggu was instantly enveloped in green light, all his wounds vanishing in an instant.

This sight made everyone present widen their eyes.

Goujie climbed out of the pit, filled with furious rage.

"Using such cheap tricks! Damn humans!"

Its heart brimmed with killing intent and fury; it kicked off the ground and leapt toward the arena.

"I haven't lost!"

"Goujie, stop!"

Dayajiong sensed something was wrong and quickly transmitted a voice message.

But Goujie, in its rage, paid no heed to its words.

Just as it was about to land on the arena.

An incomparable gravity descended upon it, crushing it back to the ground.

Under that crushing gravity, Goujie lay pinned flat against the ground, utterly immobile.

Its pupils shrank violently, its face filled with disbelief.

Above, the silver-haired youth with an eerily handsome face gazed down with heterochromatic vertical pupils, a mocking sneer on his lips, as if viewing an ant.

"Violating the rules—die."

The gravity suddenly surged tenfold.

Goujie emitted not even a single cry of pain before being crushed and flattened under that terrifying gravity.

A bottomless black pit appeared in its place.

48, Ultra-Cell Focused Slash

Goujie was killed.

Upon realizing this, the Dragon-class monsters' moods darkened slightly; all gazed at the silver-haired youth in the air with unmistakable wariness.

The heroes felt the same.

Goujie, purely in terms of strength, surpassed Banggu; had it fought to the death, it would have taken three S-class heroes working together to kill it.

Yet now, merely for breaking the rules set by that man, it was crushed like an ant.

"It's completely like power from another dimension…"

Tondi stared at the figure in the air, his tone gravely serious.

Yuanzhi Wushi and the others felt the same.

The only one present who showed no reaction at all to seeing Goujie crushed casually by Luo En was probably the bald cloak-wearer.

He was now stroking his chin, seriously considering whether he should learn some martial arts that looked cool.

Banggu leapt down from the arena.

Yuanzhi Wushi patted his shoulder: "Well done."

"No wonder you're Mr. Silver Fang."

"Now we've got one win."

Everyone's mood improved.

Among the Dragon-class monsters:

"That idiot Goujie got tricked by such a move—so embarrassing. I'll go this round."

"I'll show these heroes what true strength really is."

Black Sperm spoke as it leapt onto the arena.

Upon stepping onto the arena, it was instantly crushed to the ground by ninefold gravity.

"This is… kind of tough."

Watching it struggle to rise from the ground, Yuanzhi Wushi frowned slightly, a flicker of disdain in his eyes: "Are the monsters sending someone like this now?"

"We're really being underestimated."

Flashing Flesh placed his hand on his sword hilt, his expression growing cold.

Metal Bat, Jinos, and others also stirred with anticipation.

Dragon Coil didn't even glance over—such a minor opponent didn't warrant her intervention.

After barely adapting to the ninefold gravity, Black Sperm stood up, hands on hips, and shouted toward the heroes:

"Who's my opponent?"

Several S-class heroes who wanted to fight exchanged glances.

Just as Flashing Flesh and Metal Bat were about to speak, Yuanzhi Wushi stepped forward, carrying his Wu Shidao.

"Let the older ones go first."

He tapped his foot and ascended onto the arena.

Black Sperm stared at him, narrowing its eyes: "Oh? A sword-wielding hero?"

"Any problem with that?"

Yuanzhi Wushi looked down at it with contempt. "Someone like you? One slash ends it."

【Second Hero vs. Monster Match: Yuanzhi Wushi vs. Black Sperm.】

The moment Luo En finished speaking.

Yuanzhi Wushi drew his sword and slashed instantly—a blade of light flashed through the air.

Behind Black Sperm, he sheathed his blade; on Black Sperm's body, deep cuts appeared, white light spilling out from them.

"I said it—over in an instant."

"Is that really true?"

Several mocking voices of black sperm echoed from behind.

The Atomic Warrior froze, then whirled around sharply.

Dozens of black sperm stood there, watching him with smirks.

"Sorry, but I have countless cells that can split infinitely—physical attacks mean nothing to me."

"As a swordsman, you're the worst possible match for me. You're just unlucky to have met me."

The Atomic Warrior, refusing to believe it, swung his sword again.

Dozens of sword beams cut through the bodies of the black sperm—they split again, their size reduced slightly but their numbers multiplying exponentially, and each tiny black sperm

retained its own consciousness, possessing extraordinary strength and speed, undiminished by their smaller size.

"Didn't I say? Your strikes only make me stronger."

The black sperm spoke in unison, attacking the Atomic Warrior from all sides.

The Atomic Warrior was punched flying.

The heroes below changed expression slightly.

"He can split infinitely…"

"This is trouble."

Snowstorm also watched the battle on the arena tightly.

No matter what, she hoped the hero would win.

"Atomic Slash."

The Atomic Warrior unleashed his famed technique—the Atomic Slash, said to reduce matter to its atomic level—and cut all the black sperm rushing toward him into nothingness.

"Useless!"

A group of tiny black sperm clung to his right leg and, in his widened eyes, hurled him straight out.

Another group of black sperm punched upward at the airborne Atomic Warrior.

The Atomic Warrior was blasted flying again.

Tornado crossed his arms, watching the battle on the arena.

No matter what slash the Atomic Warrior unleashed, it posed no threat to the black sperm—instead, their numbers kept growing. Gradually, the Atomic Warrior grew more exhausted, and wounds began appearing on his body.

"Seriously, if I'd been up there, it would've been over already."

Another Atomic Slash.

After the strike.

The Atomic Warrior leaned on his blade, gasping for breath.