[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-monsters-are-coming":3,"chapter-the-monsters-are-coming-monsters-are-coming-chapter-232":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Monsters Are Coming",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2250081,4069,"Chapter 232: Born Warrior, Combat, Thrilling!","monsters-are-coming-chapter-232",232,"\u003Cp>Earth, Bloodkill City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Friends of all clans, welcome to the finals of the Ultimate Fighting Championship.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The host’s voice rang out, instantly igniting the crowd’s passion:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the stands, members of the Night Demon Clan and the Giant Demon Clan erupted into deafening cheers, applause crashing like tidal waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid whistles and shouts, the entire arena trembled beneath the wave of sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lights flickered, illuminating the excited faces of the audience, who waved glow sticks, flags, and even held up posters supporting their fighters—the atmosphere so intense it threatened to burst through the dome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tonight, we shall witness a clash between two top-tier warriors, and the birth of a new-generation legend!” the host continued, his voice brimming with uncontainable excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the host spoke, the giant screen began playing highlights of the two fighters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On screen, fists howled through the air, legs flashed like lightning—each strike drew gasps and cheers from the crowd, pushing the atmosphere to even greater heights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheers rose in relentless waves; the entire arena boiled with anticipation for the coming battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now…” the host stretched the word, his tone laced with anticipation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let us welcome tonight’s two protagonists with the loudest applause and shouts!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his words had faded, the arena lights plunged into darkness—only two spotlights remained, shining on the entrances at either side of the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience turned their gaze as stirring music swelled, and the two fighters emerged slowly from the corridors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First to enter,” the host’s voice rang out again:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The new-generation legend of the Giant Serpent Clan—Xiang Wei Sha.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Xiang Wei Sha stepped into the spotlight—dressed in a black battle robe, standing nearly two and a half meters tall, his muscles sharply defined, his gaze cold as a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And his opponent is…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The host paused deliberately, building the crowd’s anticipation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The berserker of the Night Demon Clan—Tie Jia!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the host announced him, Tie Jia strode onto the arena, his golden battle robe gleaming under the lights, a wild, unbridled grin on his Iron Face, arms raised as if welcoming the roaring crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere reached its peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both fighters stepped onto the arena simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no referee to explain the rules—this match had no restrictions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon reaching the arena, each fighter took their position in the designated corner zones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Xiang Wei Sha, in the left corner of the arena, scanned his opponent—Tie Jia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fist clenched slightly, knuckles emitting a faint “crack.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel his heartbeat quickening, blood surging through his veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every nerve tightened and thrummed with anticipation for the coming battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the bell rang above the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before its echo faded, Xiang Wei Sha shot forward like a hunting leopard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, he crossed half the arena—Tie Jia had barely reacted when Xiang Wei Sha’s fist, howling with wind, slammed toward his Iron Face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tie Jia raised his arm in a desperate block—the impact rang out with a dull thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force sent Tie Jia stumbling back two steps, one foot nearly over the arena’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xiang Wei Sha’s assault didn’t stop—he stomped the ground, spun like a whirlwind, and unleashed a vicious spinning kick aimed straight at Tie Jia’s waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tie Jia growled, dropping low, crossing his arms to guard his side, absorbing the blow outright—the arena’s edge cracked beneath the impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He managed to stabilize himself, avoiding being kicked off the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Xiang Wei Sha’s offense flowed like an unceasing Black Tide—fists and kicks left afterimages in the air, each strike carrying crushing force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Xiang Wei Sha’s rapid assault, Tie Jia appeared disoriented, constantly searching for an opening to counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as Xiang Wei Sha launched another straight punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tie Jia twisted sharply, narrowly evading the fist—his eyes sharpened instantly, seizing the chance to counter with a brutal elbow strike aimed at Xiang Wei Sha’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Wei Sha’s gaze hardened—he leaned back like a roly-poly toy, the elbow grazing his chest, stirring a gust of wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Tie Jia could recover, Xiang Wei Sha exploded upward, flipping midair, delivering a scissor kick straight to Tie Jia’s chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before impact, Xiang Wei Sha twisted in midair, planted one hand on the ground, dissipated the force, and executed two backward handstand flips to create distance from Tie Jia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Tie Jia’s stunned expression, a flicker of disappointment appeared on Xiang Wei Sha’s cold Iron Face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Xiang Wei Sha abandon his offensive advantage, Tie Jia grew furious—it was pure contempt, a provocation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He roared, flinging his arms wide like a rampaging beast, charging toward Xiang Wei Sha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Wei Sha retreated lightly, evading the charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roles reversed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Wei Sha’s movements flowed like water, as if he could predict Tie Jia’s every action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the instant Tie Jia missed, Xiang Wei Sha surged forward, driving a knee straight into Tie Jia’s abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tie Jia grunted, his body bending slightly, a glint of saliva forming at the corner of his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the pain, a ruthless glint flashed in Tie Jia’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Xiang Wei Sha retracted, he gritted his teeth, grabbed Xiang Wei Sha’s shoulder with immense force—Xiang Wei Sha couldn’t break free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tie Jia sneered, muscles tensing, attempting to slam Xiang Wei Sha to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xiang Wei Sha’s body slipped like an eel—he twisted his waist, using Tie Jia’s own force to arc through the air, then unleashed a spinning kick straight into Tie Jia’s temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tie Jia staggered backward, his head ringing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head violently twice—his eyes grew even more ferocious, like a beast enraged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Wei Sha landed steadily, his gaze cold, his breathing calm—as if the fierce exchange had merely been a warm-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the word left his lips, Tie Jia exploded forward, his body charging like a runaway war chariot toward Xiang Wei Sha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena trembled beneath his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Wei Sha’s eyes narrowed—he lowered his stance, preparing to meet the charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their figures clashed again, fists and kicks colliding like thunder echoing across the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd’s cheers and shouts rose and fell in waves—the entire venue boiled with the intensity of this peak confrontation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Wei Sha’s offense gradually accelerated, becoming a storm of rain and wind—so fast it blurred the eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every punch, every kick was precise, as if forged through countless trials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tie Jia stood like a moving mountain, relying on overwhelming strength and unyielding defense to endure Xiang Wei Sha’s blows, constantly seeking an opening to counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle entered a white-hot phase—the ultimate display of strength and speed between two elite martial artists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience held their breath, afraid to miss a single moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes later, a dull thud echoed as Tie Jia, drenched in blood, collapsed to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match was decided—the strongest new-generation warrior of Bloodkill City had been born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bell signaling the end of the duel echoed above the arena. Xiang Wei Sha stood at its center, breathing heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fist remained clenched, knuckles pale from exertion—his cold gaze unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheers surged from the stands like a tidal wave, yet he seemed detached, as if in another world—his ears filled only with the sound of his own heavy breaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without delay, he turned and descended the arena, walked through the long corridor, and returned to the locker room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door clicked shut behind him—the noise of the outside world instantly cut off, leaving only silence and dimness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief pause, he entered the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned on the faucet—icy water cascaded over his head, washing away sweat and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water streamed down his shoulders, chest, and waist, carrying away some of his fatigue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It also eased his tense emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed his eyes, letting the water pound against his Iron Face, feeling each muscle gradually relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Won.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He murmured silently to himself, a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This victory had not come easily—Tie Jia’s strength and resilience far exceeded his expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every punch, every kick, every dodge and counter replayed in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water gradually warmed, steam filling the bathroom, blurring his reflection in the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a hand, wiped the water from his Iron Face, and stared at his reflection—a muscular, scarred body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze settled finally on his own palms—covered in calluses and scars, each one a testament to countless hours of training and battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gently clenched his fist, feeling the power in his fingertips, a deep, indescribable satisfaction rising within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He whispered, his voice echoing in the empty bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he had won this fight, he knew his goal extended far beyond this victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True warriors never stop at the triumph before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After rinsing off, Phase Kill turned off the faucet and picked up the towel beside him, wiping his body casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then changed into a clean set of clothes, returned to his room, stood before the window, and pushed it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night breeze brushed against his Iron Face, carrying a faint chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up at the night sky, dotted with stars; distant skyscrapers glowed brilliantly, the noise of the city unchanged, yet at this moment he felt an unprecedented calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time he finished a fierce, exhilarating battle, he felt an unmatched joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a growing, intensifying battle instinct that came with age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still remembered his youth, when he had innocently asked his master why the Giant Serpent Clan didn’t pursue modern technology, wasting time on meaningless battles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had argued that no matter how strong their martial arts, they couldn’t withstand the Eclipsed Clan’s technological weapons—what was the point of training?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response to his question, the master fell silent for a long time, then spoke with a solemn expression:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phase Kill, do you know why the Giant Serpent Clan is born as warriors?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered the master didn’t wait for an answer, but continued on his own:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Combat, for us, is not merely entertainment, nor merely honor—it is an inherent meaning we are born with.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our ancestors once lived on barren land, where there were no bountiful fruits, no gentle climate, only endless wilderness and ferocious beasts. Our ancestors chose not to flee—they carved a path to survival with their fists and will. Combat is etched into our bones.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In combat, we feel pain and fear, yet it also brings us the elevation of strength.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Giant Serpent warriors do not fight to kill, but to understand the meaning of life, for we have always believed life is not a comfortable journey, but a continuous cultivation of self-overcoming… Earth’s environment is too comfortable, yet we have not forgotten our instinct. We built arenas because only in combat can we truly see ourselves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The master’s words struck like lightning, cleaving through the fog in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blurted out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, if our ancestors loved combat, why did they flee to Earth instead of dying fighting in their homeland when the catastrophe came?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clearly remembered how the master’s expression had become utterly bewildered upon hearing this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, the master hung him from the ceiling and beat him severely; when his parents found out, they beat him again when he returned home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he felt deeply wronged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The older generation believed he had been corrupted by external cultures like the Eclipsed Clan, and that his thinking had gone astray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he believed he was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how strong the body, it couldn’t withstand the Eclipsed Clan’s modern weapons; no matter how skilled the martial arts, they couldn’t dodge carpet bombing from modern arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Purely recreational martial arts events, held every year with massive energy and resources, were nothing but going backward in history, refusing progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed the Giant Serpent Clan should keep pace with the times, embrace modern technology like the Human Clan and others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the Giant Serpent Clan’s future path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he grew older, he gradually understood the depth of his master’s words back then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combat was not a choice—it was an instinct etched into his bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found himself beginning to crave combat; every breath felt the suppressed agitation surging within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This change had once terrified him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had tried suppressing his inner desire, but found the more he suppressed it, the stronger the craving became, like a flood crashing against his reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, during his graduation trip, he asked his parents for money and went to the Eclipsed Clan seeking answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long wait and appointment, he entered the Eclipsed Clan’s external medical center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Eclipsed Clan’s medical practitioner conducted a full examination, then delivered a shocking conclusion in a room filled with advanced technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those words, he remembered vividly to this day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phase Kill, your body carries the combat genes of your Giant Serpent ancestors. In ancient times, your ancestors endured countless life-or-death battles; their bodies evolved through constant combat, their genes altered by repeated stress responses—enhanced muscle strength, faster reaction speed, increased pain tolerance… these advantages were selected and etched into your bloodline.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Every generation of Giant Serpents, from the moment of birth, carries the combat genes accumulated by countless battles of their ancestors. These genes not only shaped your powerful physique but also profoundly influenced your spirit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These combat genes are an internal driving force in your growth, instilling in you an instinctive craving for combat. As you age, these genes awaken gradually, compelling you to seek battle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered falling silent for a long time, then whispering to the Eclipsed Clan’s medical practitioner:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this a curse?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Eclipsed Clan’s medical practitioner shook his head, his tone firm:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. This is a gift your Giant Serpent ancestors left to their descendants, proof of your bloodline’s connection to them, and testament to the former greatness and glory of your clan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do not try to suppress it. Learn to accept it, for this power is a legacy etched into your blood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remember: this is not a curse—it is a blessing from your ancestors.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These words were like a key, unlocking the chains that had sealed the beast within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer resisted his inner craving—he chose to embrace his instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combat was no longer his burden, but his mission, the bond connecting him to his ancestors’ bloodline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that moment, he underwent a complete transformation and registered as a martial artist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer suppressed his power, but unleashed it fully through combat, letting the fire of battle burn within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every killing driven by instinct became, in his eyes, an homage to his ancestors, an affirmation of his bloodline’s legacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, he grew rapidly with talent surpassing his peers, eventually reaching the peak of Bloodkill City’s new generation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts returned to the present; gazing out at the night view, Phase Kill let out a silent laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never imagined the boy who once hated martial arts would walk this path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his master had said, every Giant Serpent is born a warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recently, his battle blood had further evolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason: he had encountered the virtual game Monster World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high-spirit environment seemed to activate latent bloodlines within him; his desire for combat ignited like fire, burning fiercer than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beast imprisoned in his heart had broken free entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time he entered the game, he felt the dormant power within him slowly awakening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, he no longer resisted this feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monster World also made him realize how childish his youthful understanding of physical strength had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long era of peace and Earth’s low-spirit environment had severely weakened the Giant Serpent Clan’s formidable physiques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first generation of Giant Serpent pioneers who arrived on Earth remained in a constant state of “hunger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This hunger was not due to lack of food, but to the scarcity of spirit energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their ancestors lived in a high-spirit environment, where the air was thick with potent energy; every breath carried spirit flowing through their bodies, nourishing every muscle and bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high-spirit environment also allowed their cells to evolve continuously through combat, becoming tougher and more explosive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Earth’s spirit environment was nothing compared to the world of their ancestors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, spirit was so thin it was nearly imperceptible; the Giant Serpent body was like a high-performance engine fed with low-quality fuel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though they consumed sufficient food, the energy within it fell far short of meeting their bodies’ demand for spirit, resulting in cellular hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This slowed cellular metabolism and gradually weakened muscle and bone strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even their bodies began to degenerate to adapt to the environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Living long-term in a low-spirit environment, the Giant Serpent body shifted from growth Cultivation Mode into energy-saving Cultivation Mode.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It began reducing its need for spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This degeneration was especially evident in his generation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he had believed physical strength was ultimately limited—no matter how strong the muscles, they couldn’t withstand modern weapons’ relentless bombardment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Monster World’s high-energy environment gave him an unprecedented sense of comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized this was the power his ancestors once possessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking carefully, his ancestors had never studied complex technologies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had arrived on Earth via simple teleportation arrays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This proved they had crossed space against the current, arriving with their physical bodies alone—proof enough of their immense strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, a powerful physique could shake even the most advanced technological weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had watched the Eclipsed Clan’s recent Monster World special briefing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After learning about the Greenwood Clan’s situation, he realized the Giant Serpent Clan’s racial bonus was being gradually activated in the game—at least in himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night breeze brushed his Iron Face, bringing a chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phase Kill’s gaze pierced through the city lights, seeing farther still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The afterglow of combat still echoed within him, but his thoughts had already drifted to another world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and walked to the game pod, pressing the activation button.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, he had reached the peak of Bloodkill City’s new-generation martial arts league—but his journey in another world had only just begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Phase Kill’s figure appeared in the Colorful Mist Coast space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He summoned the forum interface; his personal album recorded his battles in Monster World.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The album’s homepage featured a screenshot of his sixth victory in the Ancient God Arena, frozen at the moment he obliterated his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, many players had left comments on his personal page asking for information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After replying to a few familiar players, he summoned his friend chat group:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Endless Combat (394 players online)】:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flame Fist: (video clip) This move from my arena opponent was brutal—it left me completely shut down. Any big shots in the group want to break it down? I want to improve again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadow Blade: Recently I’ve been studying the synergy between blood flow and muscle force. I found that compressing gang qi into the fist tip at the moment of impact greatly increases explosive power—but such sudden compression imposes heavy strain on the body. If your physical strength isn’t sufficient, you’ll lose health. Only those with extreme control can avoid it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Berserker @ Shadow Blade: Have you considered brain overclocking? It delivers ultimate control (lol.jpg)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadow Blade: Don’t mention brain overclocking—that’s pure trash for sissies. Gang qi soul is the supreme soul. I’ll never touch brain overclocking in this lifetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Punch Salvation: What kind of heresy is brain overclocking? That soul is always bottom-tier in my eyes. Unless I need to cultivate combat techniques, I wouldn’t even equip the Breath-Eating soul. In my eyes, the strongest souls are only Stone Gargoyle and Unyielding. Physical transcendence is the true path; magic users are all heretics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KILL KILL KILL: Brothers, has anyone studied techniques for predicting counterattacks? Recently, during exploration, I encountered a speed-type monster—regular blocks are too slow; you can only rely on prediction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phase Kill: The trick to prediction is observing the opponent’s initial motion—like slight shoulder shifts or center-of-mass displacement. Monsters are the same: before attacking, their muscles must pre-tense. I usually react 0.3 seconds before the opponent strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muscle Beast: 0.3 seconds? No wonder you’re the record holder in this group—your reaction is insane. I usually only realize an attack is coming when the fist hits my Iron Face (Explorer awkwardly scratching head.jpg).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KILL KILL KILL: I just tank it outright—I’ve got thick HP (eating dirt, black eyes and swollen Iron Face.jpg).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group chat made Phase Kill burst out laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone in this group is a combat enthusiast, exchanging and learning battle experience daily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These brothers are the model workers of the player legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every day, without fail, they wait at Color Mist Coast for the shuttle, eager to board the Ancient God Arena and Iron Face powerful foes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides this group, there are countless other chat groups formed by Arena enthusiasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The size of this community has grown steadily alongside the increasing number of players.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their livestream room is also extremely popular—beyond players sent to the black room, many tourists come to watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Checking the time, Phase Kill used a teleportation array to arrive at the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bustle of Color Mist Coast is on the beach; the space node has few players. But the bustle of Emperor Tomb Village is within the space itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is the only space node with functional buildings, regarded by players as the main district among the five major space nodes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arriving at Emperor Tomb Village, Phase Kill summoned his map and headed straight for the Weapon Forging Chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His current sacrificial power reserve was 27,000—enough to craft a basic weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a martial artist, he preferred weapon designs suited to his fighting style: gloves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For weapon resonance traits, he consulted templates posted by forum strategy experts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chose Dragon Blood Gold as the main material, infused with Gale Particles and Armor-Piercing Particles as the enchantment. With 16 slots on a Level 2 weapon, he could combine the resonance trait “Wind Pressure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The effect slightly increases attack speed and damage, while enhancing the Gale Particles’ effectiveness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After spending 26,000 to complete the weapon, Phase Kill stepped out of the Weapon Forging Chamber—each hand now held a silver, fingerless glove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the mall interface, restocked his potion inventory, then checked the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He promptly summoned his vehicle: the “Hoverboard,” and arrived at Emperor Tomb Village’s teleport point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five minutes later, Phase Kill appeared on the beach of Color Mist Coast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dawn was breaking; a large crowd had already gathered along the shore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon seeing Phase Kill’s arrival, players of all races greeted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One human player approached and teased:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Brother Phase Kill, when are you getting promoted to Champion Fighter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Definitely someday—even surpassing the Ancient Gods,” Phase Kill replied with absolute seriousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Phase Kill, I watched your match last night—congrats on winning the championship! Don’t forget to post more strategy videos—we’re counting on you to improve our skills,” shouted a Night Demon player.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it,” Phase Kill smiled and nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they chatted, the red sun slowly rose on the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the shuttle icon appeared on the map, all players turned their gazes toward the horizon, hearts quickening with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The shuttle’s coming! Who’ll be the lucky warriors to step onto the path of glory? Let’s wait and see—winners, don’t forget to go live!” someone in the crowd shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they waited, a vehicle emerged from the horizon, hurtling toward Color Mist Coast at incredible speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gang Qi—activate!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One player suddenly unleashed his Gang Qi soul, his body enveloped in crimson energy currents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other players followed, releasing their Gang Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This process was like flexing muscles—showing the shuttle’s operators their strength to increase their chances of being selected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other races fled from the Ancient God Arena’s vehicle, but players rushed toward it eagerly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With their current strength, they were guaranteed profit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phase Kill activated his Gang Qi trait—crimson ripples spread beneath his feet, like blooming crimson flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power surged from within him like a volcano; his thin martial arts robe flared in the crimson winds, revealing explosive muscle definition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the vehicle hovered above Color Mist Coast, suspended over the beach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several shimmering metallic tether cables shot from its underside, coiling like serpents around several players.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One tether wrapped around Phase Kill—whose own crimson Gang Qi collided with the tether’s energy field, sparking faint flashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phase Kill made no resistance; he let the tether coil around his abdomen and yank him toward the vehicle’s underside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha! I got picked! Livestream’s live, brothers—watch me win streak, get ready to claim sacrificial power red packets in the group!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ascending! Finally my turn—feeling great!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Combat—awesome! The Ascension Ladder Campaign has begun!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selected players laughed in midair, looking down at the disappointed players below, laughing louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the selected players were pulled away, the Arena’s flight zone flickered and vanished above Color Mist Coast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining players grumbled and dispersed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hours later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phase Kill, now inside the Ancient God Arena, was teleported to the first level’s duel arena: the Giant Serpent Arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena’s design resembled a coiled giant serpent, its head raised high, body encircling the arena, with a massive circular combat zone at its center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a spatial soul rune appeared on the ground before him, followed by a figure materializing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His opponent was tall and slender, clad in leather armor, skin dark purple, eyes narrow and sharp, pupils icy blue—like two cold flames radiating chilling killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Phase Kill still saw a flicker of fear in the opponent’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That fear was clearly of the Ancient God Arena—not of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scan revealed the opponent’s information in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Black Rider (Dusk Rider Clan)】:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hunting Rank: 39.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Target Description: Warrior of the “Black Rider Clan,” a force that descended from the Death Sea, possessing well-rounded combat skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reading the scan, Phase Kill lowered his stance slightly, like a predator coiled to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every muscle tensed instantly, each fiber thrumming with excitement for the coming battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze locked onto the Black Rider, eyes cold as blades:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just enough for a warm-up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phase Kill muttered low, his battle lust fully ignited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having experienced combat in the Monster World, he’d lost interest in real-world fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In real-world duels, he always felt an invisible restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That restraint wasn’t from rules—it came from deep within, a reverence and suppression of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every punch, every kick, he unconsciously held back, fearing a misstep might end his opponent’s life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Modern education had given him a sense of inner tearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On one side, it taught him to be civilized; on the other, a primal craving surged from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That suppressed feeling made him feel like a caged beast—possessing the power to shred everything, yet forced to sheathe his claws and cautiously circle his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But deep inside, he believed combat should be the ultimate release of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why he found real-world fighting arenas stifling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like an unfinished feast—you’d tasted the delicacy, yet could never fully indulge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the Monster World, everything was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, he no longer needed to suppress his power or worry about his opponent’s life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combat was pure, unadulterated strength and skill—a cathartic release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every punch, he heard the air tear with a howl; he felt his muscles quiver and the Gang Qi surging within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then was he a beast freed from chains—free to run, bite, and fight without restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena floor trembled slightly, then crimson energy erupted from Phase Kill’s soles, spreading outward like ripples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ZZZZ!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low hum filled the air; crimson Gang Qi wrapped around Phase Kill like flames, illuminating him as a war god. The crimson ripples expanded in concentric circles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Gang Qi enhancement, Phase Kill’s figure loomed larger, making the Black Rider tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was low and cold, dripping with provocation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crimson Gang Qi coalesced on his fists, like burning flames ready to devour his opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The battle begins,\" came the voice of Man Nu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the Black Rider’s figure dissolved into shadow; wind howled toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phase Kill’s gaze instantly swept right—sensing the Black Rider’s approximate position through air currents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body lunged forward, fist screaming through the air, striking directly at the spot he’d sensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Rider had not yet fully exited the shadow state when he was struck square in the chest by Phase Kill’s punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive impact sent the Black Rider flying backward like a kite with severed string, crashing heavily onto the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kneeling on one knee, the Black Rider braced his right hand against the ground, sliding several meters backward before barely lifting his body—blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Phase Kill gave him no time to catch his breath, striking again swiftly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Rider instantly summoned a shadow shield, attempting to block Phase Kill’s next attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Break!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phase Kill growled low as he closed in, unleashing his right fist, wreathed in Gang Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fierce Nature trait activated abruptly; golden energy surged through the crimson current.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant his fist struck the shadow shield, the energy barrier caved inward, then shattered like glass into countless black specks that scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Rider’s pupils contracted sharply—he had no time to react before Phase Kill’s left fist followed hard behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sweeping hammer punch, styled after the Draping Fist technique, slammed into the Black Rider’s right shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puff!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Rider spat blood, his body collapsing heavily as he knelt fully on the arena floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phase Kill gave him no chance—he seized the Black Rider’s shoulders with iron-like claws and hoisted him up violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Rider struggled, but Phase Kill’s strength rendered him utterly immobile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“End.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phase Kill’s voice rang out as he drove both arms downward, thrusting his knee upward with brutal force into the Black Rider’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of snapping bones was unmistakable; the Black Rider’s body flew into the air like a ragdoll before crashing back onto the arena, motionless and unable to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One win!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Barbarian Slave’s voice echoed as a teleportation array flickered beneath Phase Kill’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the livestream chat exploded with “666.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the record holder of six wins, Phase Kill’s livestream had nearly 1.49 million players and viewers watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Phase Kill end the battle so effortlessly, they all felt unsatisfied and flooded the chat with comments analyzing the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the brutal final knee strike—the external “cloud judges” scored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having finished the battle, Phase Kill ascended to the second tier of the Arena Ladder, where through the window he could see the square arena outside, and before him stood a giant sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This place was also called the Great Sword Arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Divine Blessing of the Ancient God: one win rewards one Low Martial Soul Pearl. Remaining rest time: 69 hours, 39 minutes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Barbarian Slave’s voice echoed again; after the array on the ground flashed, a crimson Soul Pearl rose upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phase Kill snatched the Low Martial Soul Pearl and unhesitatingly tossed it into his spatial satchel, then sacrificed Emperor’s Omen to convert it into Sacrificial Power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t care if the Barbarian Slave noticed he carried spatial gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, the Barbarian Slave had never cared either—it was simply mutual need.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Barbarian Slave, I want to start my second match.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As you wish.” The Barbarian Slave’s cold, emotionless voice echoed through the room—he was accustomed to players’ high-frequency arena matches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, a teleportation rune appeared beneath Phase Kill’s feet, rapidly weaving and forming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision instantly blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When his sight cleared, he stood again in the Great Sword Arena, where a figure already stood not far ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This opponent had a humanoid form, standing about two meters tall, with a head resembling a dragon’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a set of crimson light armor, his skin a deep red, covered in fine scales, with a pair of backward-curving horns on his head, golden eyes with vertical pupils, radiating a wild, beast-like aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingertips bore sharp claws, wreathed in scorching air currents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phase Kill activated his Analysis Scan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He discovered the opponent’s name was “Flame Claw,” with a Hunting Rank of only 32—he felt instantly disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was destined to be an unsatisfying fight; the opponent was too weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Battle begins!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Barbarian Slave’s voice rang out; Flame Claw immediately assumed a combat stance, like a predator coiled to strike, leaning forward slightly, arms hanging naturally, the fiery currents at his fingertips igniting into blazing flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flame Claw launched his attack first, lunging forward with explosive speed, his flaming claws slicing through the air, stirring a wave of searing heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet to Phase Kill, his movements appeared as if in slow motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Extreme Speed Soul Soul activated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phase Kill’s body vanished instantly, leaving only footprints that sank into the ground before rapidly healing; his form became a crimson lightning bolt, closing the distance to Flame Claw in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flame Claw’s pupils shrank sharply—he had no time to react before the fist slammed into his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flame Claw flew backward like a severed kite; before he could rise, Phase Kill closed in again, delivering a whip-like roundhouse kick that descended like a bloodthirsty battle axe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crack!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flame Claw’s ribs shattered, and he was flung backward once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could land, Phase Kill leapt into the air, driving his knee down like an iron hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flame Claw’s body was deeply embedded into the arena floor, his chest caved in, the flames on his body extinguished, utterly still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phase Kill coldly glanced at the dead Flame Claw, executed a backflip, and landed steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above his head, a glowing mark formed—a dog tag (Craving Blood Lao Yin).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the blood spilled across the ground was analyzed into mist, rising and transforming into nourishment that flowed into his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From start to finish, the battle lasted no more than five seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The livestream chat exploded with messages; players and viewers flooded it with: “Fight, awesome!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brutal, clean, merciless—Phase Kill’s overwhelming victory sent the livestream into a frenzy, the comments surging like a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two wins.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Barbarian Slave’s voice rang out as Phase Kill was instantly teleported to the third tier of the Ladder: the Flame Arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This arena was surrounded by roaring flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having obtained two Low Martial Soul Pearls, Phase Kill made no pause—he raised his head to stare at the ceiling and said firmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Barbarian Slave, next.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The players in the livestream cheered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They longed to see Phase Kill shatter his own record, break through the six-win ceiling of the arena, and ascend to a higher stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",5766,"2026-06-19T09:20:37.851Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0a0d8448c0633ed257769095b63293480c757e0125392c8e596b7a123a352065","monsters-are-coming-chapter-233","monsters-are-coming-chapter-231",393,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmonsters-are-coming-cover.jpg"]