Chapter 229: S99! Ancient God Beast Arena, the Stare from the Audience Seats!

After a while, the jolting finally ceased.

It wasn't the imagined crash that would kill us, nor did we tumble into a puddle of mud.

The feeling beneath my butt changed.

No longer a genuine leather aviation seat.

It was hard and uncomfortably sharp.

It was a cold, rough, bluish‑gray massive stone.

Hoo… hoo…

Intense panting came from beside me.

Su Ming turned his head to look.

Wang Dongfeng knelt nearby, his face ashen.

But soon, trembling, he rose to his feet.

Crack—!

A crisp chambering sound.

The tactical sidearm in his hand was gripped tightly, barrel pointing outward.

Su Ming's Eye of Truth scanned, feeling a bit amused.

Excellent‑grade small pistol?

It turned out to be a prop!

"Mr. Su! Hide… hide behind me!"

Wang Dongfeng gritted his teeth, forcibly adjusting his stance.

Like an old hen that is terrified herself yet still frantically fluffs her feathers to protect her chicks, he blocked firmly in front of Su Ming.

"We should have… entered the Gate!"

"I am the escort for this flight, designation 2517!"

"As long as I have a breath left, the things in this damned place… don't even think about touching a single hair on you!"

Wang Dongfeng's voice trembled, yet it carried a resolute determination.

Su Ming sat on the stone steps, watching the rigid, board‑like silhouette before him, a smile tugging at his mouth.

Human instinct cannot lie.

This kid, clearly on the verge of wetting himself from fear.

Yet he still stepped forward.

Even though he knew that behind him sat the so‑called World's Number One!

Driven by professional ethics and a soldier's instinct, he still regarded himself as the first line of defense.

He's a real man.

"Alright, Dongfeng."

Su Ming leisurely stood up, dusting off his trousers.

"With that sense of service, if you manage to get out alive, I owe you a thousand‑word commendation letter."

"And let your Director Chen give you a raise!"

"Wang, what do we do next?!"

Beside Su Ming, Magu finally spoke, scanning the surroundings.

She removed the smiling mask, her beautiful eyes fixed on the swirling red mist overhead, her voice tinged with rare apprehension.

Her intuition told her.

It's not easy!

Su Ming also suppressed his smile, slowly looking up.

An endless expanse of red clouds!

Then, as usual.

This place is quite large.

What stood beneath their feet was not some barren rocky wasteland, but a first‑grade massive stone stair.

Their gaze followed the stone steps upward—

Layer upon layer, spiraling upward, disappearing from sight until it vanished into the heavy, oppressive dark‑red mist.

This is a…

A funnel‑shaped, immensely grand circular theatre!

Or more precisely—

Beast Arena!

The air was filled with an old, sour iron‑rust smell.

It was the scent left by dried blood over countless years.

And the three of them.

Like tiny ants that accidentally trespassed into a giant's realm, standing in the center of the arena's lowest tier, laughably tiny.

"Is this S99?"

Su Ming murmured softly.

"Forgotten Ancient God Beast Arena?!"

"Heh!"

Quasi‑Myth‑level instance!

"Sorry, both of you."

Su Ming looked at the two people ahead who were still on edge, and for no reason blurted out a sentence.

He was sincere.

After all, he felt…

This round… was purely caused by his unlucky constitution!

If he hadn't been brought along, this would have been just an ordinary flight; Ding Tian would have met a junk plane of over ten‑thousand rank, brushed a few minor monsters and cleared it.

But they ran into him, Su Ming.

Directly cranked the difficulty up to Hell mode!

Unlucky's big guarantee, the name lives up to its reputation!

Feeling guilty?

A little bit.

But only just a little bit.

Since we're here, we might as well settle.

Su Ming's gaze gradually turned cold, the greed and ferocity unique to a top predator beginning to build up in his eyes.

Since this is Quasi-Myth…

Then the profits here should be enough to make oil flow, right?!

"Wang…"

Magu stuck out her scarlet tongue, licked her dry lips, and her voice tightened.

"Up there… there's something."

"A lot of things…"

"Behind that red mist… it's all eyes!"

"They're watching us… and also…"

"They're drooling!"

The words just fell.

Wooo—!!!

A muffled, desolate horn sound suddenly echoed throughout the Arena.

The sound wave hammered like a hammer!

Wang Dongfeng let out a muffled hum on the spot, covered his ears, his expression a bit pained.

"Hm?"

Su Ming furrowed his brows.

A mental‑type attack.

To him, it was just a splash of water.

But this opening BGM, for ordinary people…

Immediately after, a grand, indifferent thought forcefully poured into the mind of every living being present—

"Entertain us!"

"Or…"

"Become feed!"

This isn't a game.

No tutorial, no quest hints.

The Rule is brutally simple to the extreme.

Here, the only value of life is to perform for those lofty beings…!

Rumble—!

As the thought descended, the ground at the very center of the massive Arena cracked open.

A snarling scar slowly tore apart.

No thousands of troops.

Nor a tide of beasts covering the sky.

Only a chilling metallic dragging sound echoed from the bottomless fissure.

Whoosh… whoosh…

The sound was slow and heavy.

Each strike felt like dragging across everyone's heart, making the scalp tingle.

Thud.

Wang Dongfeng struggled to lift his head, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Though the sound wave vanished, the sense of danger grew stronger!

The script's wrong!

Wasn't it said that three Dragon Guard could push it flat?

What the hell is this freaky thing?!

Finally.

A figure crawled out of the darkness.

Over three meters tall, it seemed rather tiny in this massive Arena.

But its shape…

It would make any person of sound mind vomit up their overnight meal.

No skin.

Dark red muscle fibers are completely exposed, looking like clumps of rotten flesh forced together, still oozing black pus.

The most terrifying part is…

Its body is densely studded with all kinds of weapons!

Rusty broken swords, snapped spears, curved‑blade battle axes…

This is not a living creature, but a walking weapons tomb!

Each weapon is deeply embedded in its flesh, and as it moves, it constantly tears the wounds—just looking at it makes you damn sore!

And in its hand.

Empty.

Only a rust‑stained, pitch‑black chain, which pierces its bone and drags all the way down into the endless darkness beneath the ground.

"Roar—!"

The next second, the monster lifts its head.

A huge, cross‑shaped terrifying maw roars at Su Ming and the other two, emitting a howl full of resentment and hunger!

A foul wind hits the face, and a stench fills the sky!

Su Ming stands where he is, grimacing and covering his nose.

"East Wind brother, what do you say?"

"The opportunity is yours."

"This little monster... how about you take the lead?!"