Chapter 233: Break the Record, Special Opportunity
Players' development in the Monster World can be divided into various playstyle factions.
Exploration, fishing, hunting, novice village domination, and more.
Each faction has its loyal followers, and many players cross multiple playstyle factions.
For example, many players primarily focus on hunting but occasionally experience fishing for leisure.
Among these different factions, one stands out as the berserker of the player legion, always either fighting or on the way to fight.
Every day, as dawn breaks, they wait by the beach for the arena shuttle.
Their strategy is simple: enter and fight immediately; if the winning streak ends, return to the village to train, then come back tomorrow.
If they miss the shuttle, they seek out monsters to battle.
They never complain about strong opponents, believing that weakness means more practice.
They deliberately target monsters stronger than themselves, demanding maximum combat technique in every fight.
They are also the most eager group for advancement in the Monster World, like an endless engine, constantly seeking ways to grow stronger.
These are the Arena Faction players, comparable in intensity to the Three Dark Sects' playstyles.
A comment left by an Arena Faction player on a forum post vividly describes this group:
"Bloody combat is the true romance of a real man. Every day I dream of how to make my combos smoother, even dreaming of casting skills. The first thing I do when I wake up is execute the latest combo, afraid my hands will grow rusty."
This once niche group is growing steadily as the player population increases.
Beyond casual players drawn by the hype, true Arena Faction players are like addicts of combat.
Especially players from the Giant Serpent Clan and Night Demon Clan form the mainstream of this group.
Each player holds different views on this group.
Some consider them powerful; others deem them meaningless.
The most famous incident occurred when a player provoked on the forum, claiming the combat techniques pursued by Arena Faction players had no value and were utterly inferior to direct attribute domination.
Subsequently, this player challenged a Arena Faction player he disliked on the forum.
The battle ultimately took place on the Misty Coast beach.
Before the fight, both sides displayed their attribute panels—the Arena Faction player’s attributes were significantly weaker.
Yet the battle unfolded as one-sided domination: the Arena Faction player completely suppressed his challenger and secured the kill in a very short time.
The Arena Faction player proved with facts that combat technique can still deliver overwhelming power against ordinary players when attributes cannot absolutely dominate.
Phase Kill stands atop this playstyle, revered by Arena Faction players as the "Grandmaster."
His combat technique guides and various real-life battle videos, edited and compiled, spread widely across the forum.
He has amassed many fans who love competitive play.
This time, Phase Kill re-enters the Ancient God Arena, drawing a massive influx of players and spectators into his livestream.
At this moment, the Ancient God Arena (Death Arena).
The sixth match officially begins.
Phase Kill and his opponent appear on the sixth-tier arena: the Ice Prison Arena.
The arena is encased in countless ice spikes, constructed entirely of ice, with an ice-sealed throne directly ahead, radiating bone-chilling cold.
After the weightlessness fades, Phase Kill lifts his head to study his opponent.
This opponent stands nearly three meters tall, his physique massive as a mountain, every muscle coiled and knotted.
At a glance, it seems each muscle holds explosive power.
His skin is deep gray, covered in thick keratin layers, clad in heavy bronze-colored battle armor studded with sharp spikes, standing like a monstrous beast.
His hands wear enormous metal bracers, engraved with totems, radiating palpable malevolence.
A scan reveals his information in Phase Kill’s mind.
【Blade Wave (Armor Nightmare Clan）】:
Hunting Rank: 63
Target Analysis: Armor Nightmare Clan guardian warrior from the Ascension Sea’s "Sorrowful Judgment Island," trained in killing arts since childhood.
…
Seeing the opponent’s hunting rank, Phase Kill sheds his arrogance, his gaze turning intensely serious.
This is precisely the battle he has been waiting for.
At that moment, the voice of the Savage Slave echoes across the arena.
Blade Wave, standing nearby, initiates the attack first—his body surges forward like a runaway war chariot.
His massive metal bracers, howling with wind, descend straight toward his head.
Facing this sudden, ferocious assault, Phase Kill does not dodge; he spreads his legs, crouches slightly, and crosses his arms to guard his chest.
The Gang Qi trait activates—crimson energy surges from his pores, enveloping his entire body.
One second before Blade Wave collides with him, Phase Kill’s eyes snap wide open—the Blood Reversal Nascent Soul trait activates.
At the instant of contact, the impact force transforms into crimson ripples, absorbing all energy before violently rebounding.
BOOM!
Blade Wave is instantly flung backward, his armor cracking with dense fissures.
This is the formidable strength of the Blood Reversal Nascent Soul—it can counter an opponent’s output in a short window.
It is a stronger defensive counter-trait than Life Link.
Its only flaw is the need for precise timing; the Blood Reversal effect lasts briefly and consumes massive blood energy to maintain.
Blade Wave arcs through the air and crashes onto the arena on one knee, sliding over ten meters before stabilizing.
ROAR!
Suppressing the searing pain from his shattered armor, Blade Wave maintains a forward-leaning posture, then violently kicks his right leg backward.
His body launches forward again, deep gray eyes blazing with furious fire, like an enraged ancient beast.
Phase Kill also charges—his body hurtles like a cannonball, meeting Blade Wave head-on.
The two figures collide violently on the arena’s right side, Phase Kill’s arms slamming into Blade Wave’s metal bracers, crimson Gang Qi intertwining with black Sha Qi.
The two energies resemble two metal saws grinding against each other, sparking scattered energy fragments.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Fists rain down like drops of rain.
Each collision is accompanied by a dull thunderous boom.
Phase Kill’s punches are sharp and fierce, each strike coated in crimson Gang Qi, targeting the head, throat, and other vital points.
Blade Wave’s punches are the opposite—like mountains collapsing and earth splitting, his massive metal bracers swing with gale-force winds, Sha Qi surging like tidal waves.
Phase Kill sidesteps at this moment, evading Blade Wave’s direct frontal punch, then swings his right leg like a whip, crimson Gang Qi striking Blade Wave’s waist.
Blade Wave reacts swiftly, pressing his left bracer downward to block the kick, yet the immense force still causes him to stagger slightly.
Phase Kill uses the momentum to leap into the air, spinning to gain torque, his left leg descending like a battle axe aimed at Blade Wave’s shoulder.
THUD!
Blade Wave roars, raising his right arm to block the slashing leg.
His feet remain firmly planted on the arena, unmoving, yet his armor emits piercing metallic screeches under the Gang Qi impact.
Phase Kill’s assault doesn’t pause; the instant he lands, his fists erupt like a storm, crimson Gang Qi coalescing into sharp air blades at his knuckles, driving straight for Blade Wave’s chest.
Blade Wave doesn’t retreat—he advances, crossing his arms to guard his chest and absorbing Phase Kill’s chain of killing punches.
His armor continuously fractures under Gang Qi impact, shards flying everywhere, yet his gaze grows even more ferocious.
At the precise moment Phase Kill throws his final punch, Blade Wave suddenly spreads his arms, clamping Phase Kill’s fist, then spins and hurls Phase Kill into the air.
ROAR!
Blade Wave roars, exploding upward with his legs, his massive metal bracers, wreathed in black Sha Qi, striking directly at Phase Kill’s abdomen.
Phase Kill, airborne and unable to brace himself, remains calm, his eyes locked on the rapidly approaching Blade Wave.
THUD!
The instant Blade Wave’s fist strikes his abdomen, the Blood Reversal Nascent Soul activates again.
He precisely absorbs Blade Wave’s attack, transforming it into crimson ripples before instantly rebounding.
Blade Wave crashes to the ground faster than he leapt upward.
BOOM!
Dense cracks spread across the arena, yet mysteriously repair themselves instantly.
The impact leaves Blade Wave dazed, ears ringing, his consciousness momentarily blurred.
At that moment, Phase Kill’s assault descends from above.
His right fist, wreathed in crimson Gang Qi, strikes directly at Blade Wave’s head.
Blade Wave snaps back to awareness, flipping upright with astonishing speed, raising his right arm to block.
But he’s a fraction too slow—Phase Kill shifts his attack, landing a punch squarely on Blade Wave’s chest.
CRACK!
The sound of broken ribs echoes.
Blade Wave’s body leans back slightly, yet his legs remain welded to the ground, unmoving.
Instead, using the backward force, he violently thrusts his head upward, his body like a roly-poly toy, forcibly snapping back upright, and delivers a devastating headbutt straight into Phase Kill’s skull.
THUD!
Phase Kill is knocked back three steps by the headbutt.
"Kill!"
He gritted his teeth against the pain of his fractured ribs as the ruthless assault of Blade Wave surged again.
Phase Kill also met the impact head-on.
The battle between the two grew fiercer; as fists and feet clashed, their power churned the air, stirring the arena’s chill into a mist of ice.
Crimson gang qi and black sha qi wove through the ice mist, like two colossal dragons locked in mortal combat.
BOOM!
Another violent collision—fists slammed together with crushing force, energy ripples spreading outward and scattering the surrounding frost.
Phase Kill’s feet left two shallow grooves on the icy surface; Blade Wave was blasted backward several meters.
“Hahaha, awesome!”
Phase Kill’s excited cry echoed across the arena.
He felt his blood ignite, surging through his veins with the fever of his emotions.
This ultimate confrontation filled him with unprecedented exhilaration.
A triumphant smile spread across his Iron Face, his gaze sharp as a blade, locked onto Blade Wave—as if admiring a worthy prey for a full-blooded hunt.
His breathing grew rapid.
The thrill of facing a powerful opponent tightened every muscle in his body, as if every cell within him cheered wildly.
The ancestral legacy sealed within him was gradually awakening through battle.
On the other side, Blade Wave’s deep gray eyes burned with furious rage; the searing pain in his chest awakened the ferocity buried in his bones.
With a low roar, he stomped the ground, black sha qi erupting from his body like flames, coiling around his metal bracers to form a thick armor of energy.
“Again!”
Phase Kill growled, his voice brimming with uncontrollable excitement.
He leaned forward slightly, then exploded off the ground, his body becoming a streak of crimson lightning as he closed the distance in an instant.
Blade Wave refused to yield; despite the agony of his broken ribs drenching his forehead in sweat, his eyes remained as savage as a wild beast’s.
The distance vanished instantly—Phase Kill’s right fist, wreathed in crimson gang qi, struck straight for Blade Wave’s skull, while Blade Wave’s left fist, wrapped in black sha qi, slammed toward Phase Kill’s side.
Their fists struck each other at nearly the same moment; the immense impact jolted both bodies.
Phase Kill felt searing pain in his abdomen, yet a feral grin spread across his Iron Face. His left leg, unaffected by the pain, snapped upward—his knee, like a hammer, slammed toward Blade Wave’s head.
Blade Wave anticipated it, jerking his head aside just in time to narrowly avoid the lethal blow.
But the gang qi pierced his left shoulder, carving a deep gash that instantly stained his bronze armor with blood.
Seizing the moment as Phase Kill retracted his leg, Blade Wave flung his arms wide, gripping Phase Kill’s shoulders, then spun and hurled him violently to the ground.
BOOM!
“Cough—cough.”
Phase Kill’s back crashed onto the arena, coughing violently—but without hesitation, he slapped the ground and sprang up like a spring, his right leg whipping out like a whip to strike Blade Wave’s knee.
SNAP!
The blow struck the knee, causing Blade Wave’s left leg to buckle sharply.
Sweat beaded on his forehead; agony surged from his joint, yet he clenched his teeth and held his stance, refusing to fall.
The brutal, close-quarters brawl resumed.
In the brutal, flesh-on-flesh collisions, Phase Kill revealed his dog tag (Craving Blood Soul Mark).
Instantly, Blade Wave’s leaking blood and qi were absorbed by the imprint, becoming nourishment to replenish Phase Kill’s stamina.
As he breathed through his mouth, white vapor gathered at his lips.
Viewers and spectators watching the livestream were electrified; cheers and shouts rolled endlessly across the chat.
This was his sixth win—the record point Phase Kill had maintained.
If he won this fight, he’d have a chance to break the record and become the only player to achieve seven victories in the Ancient God Arena.
Whether veteran fans or newcomers, everyone in the livestream awaited the outcome with bated breath.
After more than ten minutes of intense clashes, the Black Tide of battle between Phase Kill and Blade Wave began to tilt.
With the powerful recovery soul marks—Food Absorption and Craving Blood Imprint—Phase Kill’s stamina was steadily gaining the upper hand.
In contrast, Blade Wave’s attack frequency plummeted; he shifted from relentless offense to passive defense.
After dozens of consecutive strikes, Phase Kill suddenly retreated, releasing all his blood qi to form a ring of gang qi around his right arm.
Then, with a sudden explosive surge, he drove forward—his full-power punch, amplified by the Force Brutal Axe trait, slammed toward Blade Wave’s neck.
Exhausted beyond endurance, Blade Wave roared and raised both arms to block.
Just as the punch was about to be deflected—
Phase Kill’s fist trembled with an uncanny speed, like a video played at multiple frames per second, slipping through Blade Wave’s crossed defenses a fraction of a second before they closed and striking his neck with brutal force.
CRACK!
The sound of shattered neck bone rang out; Blade Wave’s ferocity dissolved into dazed confusion.
PLOP!
Blade Wave dropped to his knees, his body leaning forward.
BOOM!
He collapsed heavily to the ground.
The outcome was clear—the livestream erupted in chaos.
“Phase Kill, bro, you’re insane! Finally broke through six wins again—can’t wait for the next fight to break the record!”
“That last punch was legendary! I was wondering why he didn’t use Ultra Speed—turns out he saved it as a finishing move. One-hit kill, absolutely epic!”
“So brutal—the sound of that neck breaking made my scalp tingle. No wonder he’s the arena’s top contender—strong as hell!”
“Six wins! Phase Kill finally broke through this barrier again—breaking the record is just around the corner!”
“That punch was pure art. Blade Wave didn’t lose unfairly.”
“Break the record next fight! I can’t wait to see Phase Kill chase seven wins—schedule the next match already!”
“That punch is worth 100 sacrificial power—I’m giving it! Brothers, flood the gifts, cheer on Phase Kill!”
“This is real fighting—no flashy spell bombardments, just pure speed and strength. I’m in love!”
The barrage of comments surged wildly; gift effects exploded across the screen.
The passion of the viewers and spectators pushed the livestream’s atmosphere to its peak.
But Phase Kill merely glanced at the screen with calm detachment, a faint, confident smile curling at his lips.
“Brothers, next fight—break the record.”
As he spoke, the voice of the Savage Slave echoed above the arena, and Phase Kill’s figure vanished from the platform.
The reward for six wins: a High Martial Soul Pearl worth 35,000 sacrificial power.
He tossed the reward into his personal inventory, then unhesitatingly pulled out a high-grade recovery potion and swallowed it in large gulps, accelerating his body’s healing.
As his health bar rose, his gaze turned toward the window.
On the seventh-tier arena of the arena, gales howled; swirling tornadoes spun around the platform, while only the center remained a calm eye of the storm.
This was the record he had never broken.
At seven wins, the chance of facing weak opponents dropped drastically; those who emerged were warriors who had passed through layer upon layer of screening.
Every warrior who broke past six wins had eliminated a total of 63 combatants.
Seven wins meant a hundred kills.
The weak might get lucky once—but not forever.
The Ancient God Arena’s system ensured that the strong remained strong; luck only mattered in the early rounds, its influence diminishing with each subsequent battle.
He eagerly anticipated his next opponent.
This would be a fierce, unrestrained battle—demanding his full strength to overcome.
Once his health bar fully recovered, he pulled out a stamina potion and drank it.
Then he summoned his attribute panel to check.
【Phase Kill (Player)】:
Talent: Combat Will.
Body Strengthening Rank: 8.
Star Vein Combination: Gang Qi (62), Force Brutal (57), Food Absorption (22), Ultra Speed (40), Blood Soul Pull (38), Blood Reflection (55), Accumulation (49), Craving Blood Imprint (34).
Attributes: …
After waiting several minutes, Phase Kill, his stamina fully restored, looked up at the ceiling:
“Savage Slave, next fight.”
“As you wish.”
A spatial spirit rune appeared beneath Phase Kill’s feet; the sensation of weightlessness surged.
When his vision cleared, he stood on the Storm Arena, the howling wind roaring in his ears.
He looked ahead.
A figure materialized before him.
As he scanned with Analysis, the opponent’s information appeared in his mind.
【Iron Brutal (Storm Clan)】:
Hunting Rank: Level 69.
Target Analysis: An elite warrior of the Storm Clan from the Cangxing Sea, who roams endlessly between storms and waves, surviving by hunting mighty sea beasts.
…
Before the Phase Killer’s eyes appeared a towering, almost oppressive presence, its height nearing four meters, its body massive as a mountain, covered entirely in thick, dark red scales, its limbs thick as pillars, muscles knotted and bursting with explosive power.
Its head bore a ferocious beast-like muzzle, resembling a giant lizard, its pupils vertical and radiating cold, bloodthirsty intent.
A curved, massive horn sprouted from its forehead, covered in spiral patterns.
On its back grew a pair of enormous bony wings, covered in sparse black membranes, their edges sharp as blades; each slight flap stirred gusts of wind, while behind it trailed a thick, powerful tail tipped with a sharp bony spike that sliced the air with a piercing whistle as it swung freely.
In its hand it gripped a colossal battle axe, its blade as wide as a door, its surface inscribed with ancient runes, faint dark red energy flowing between them; the haft was wrapped in heavy chains, the other ends bound to its wrists, clinking with every movement.
At that moment, its gaze locked onto the Phase Killer.
Their eyes met; neither spoke, but the killing intent in both surged.
The Phase Killer slightly narrowed his eyes, lips curling into a smirk brimming with arrogance and confidence.
He could feel the surging bloodline energy radiating from the opponent—this pressure made his own battle blood boil.
His fist slowly clenched, revealing an unused silver-white fingerless gauntlet, knuckles cracking with each tightening.
This would be the long-awaited peak confrontation—he could hardly wait.
Then the Savage Slave’s voice rang out.
Roar!
The Iron Savage let out a low growl, raising his massive axe; the runes on the blade flared instantly, dark red energy surging like flames along its surface.
The next instant, his figure charged forward like a mountain collapsing.
The colossal axe descended with destructive force, aimed straight at his head.
The Phase Killer’s eyes hardened; his body sidestepped instantly, accelerated by his Extreme Speed, moving so fast he left behind a blur.
The axe slammed into the arena floor with a deafening crash, splitting the ground open into a deep crater, shards of stone flying everywhere.
Before the Phase Killer could stabilize after dodging, the Iron Savage’s tail lashed out like a serpent, the bony spike glinting coldly, aimed straight for his throat.
There was no time to dodge left or right—the Phase Killer dropped low, barely avoiding the tail strike.
His fist clenched violently, silver-white light swirling around it; using the momentum from his crouch, he unleashed a brutal uppercut straight into the Iron Savage’s chin.
But the Iron Savage was faster—he tilted his head slightly, the punch grazing his scales and sparking a trail of fire.
The Iron Savage’s bony wings flared violently, stirring a gale, lifting his body into the air; he raised the axe again, energy coalescing into a dark red lightning bolt that slammed down toward the Phase Killer.
The Phase Killer’s eyes turned icy; he retreated swiftly.
The axe struck the ground beside him.
Boom!
The axe smashed into the arena, shards of stone pelting the Phase Killer’s Iron Face.
This single strike made the Phase Killer realize—he was weaker in raw power than the Iron Savage.
Yet his grin grew even more arrogant.
He loved this pressure, this thrill of dancing on the edge of life and death.
The Iron Savage gave him no chance to breathe—his attacks came like a relentless storm.
As the axe swung, dark red energy lightning erupted continuously, pockmarking the arena floor, only to heal moments later.
Compared to his previous opponent, the Iron Savage’s assault rhythm was unpredictable.
Besides the axe, his tail and wings were deadly weapons—impossible to anticipate where the next strike would come from.
The Phase Killer dodged constantly beneath the Iron Savage’s onslaught, his form darting like a phantom across the arena, using his speed advantage to seek openings.
But the Iron Savage’s attack range was vast, his power overwhelming—any misstep would plunge him into despair.
“I can’t keep this up…”
The Phase Killer’s eyes hardened; he activated his Extreme Speed, accelerating violently toward the Iron Savage’s flank.
His Crimson Gang Qi trait activated; crimson energy condensed along his fist, merging with the gauntlet to form a blinding glow.
Boom!
Powered by the explosive speed of Extreme Speed, his punch slammed into the Iron Savage’s side, denting the scales.
The Iron Savage grunted, swaying slightly, then swung his axe horizontally.
The Phase Killer retreated swiftly, but the Iron Savage’s tail struck like a shadow.
No escape—only brute force could block it.
Crack!
The tail whipped across the Phase Killer’s chest, hurling him several meters away, blood trickling from his lips.
Regaining his stance, the Phase Killer wiped the blood from his mouth, his smile wild and exhilarated.
He’d found an opening.
This time, he wouldn’t dodge—he’d charge head-on.
The Iron Savage sneered, raising his axe high; dark red energy lightning coalesced along the blade, crashing down along the Phase Killer’s charging path.
The Phase Killer didn’t dodge—he accelerated, sidestepping at the exact moment the axe fell, the blade grazing his body; his Crimson Gang Qi trait activated, crimson energy spiraling violently around his fist, forming a silver glow.
Boom!
His punch struck the Iron Savage’s wrist with crushing force, nearly wrenching the axe from its grip.
The Iron Savage roared, whipping his tail horizontally, the bony spike aimed straight at the Phase Killer’s throat.
The Phase Killer anticipated it—he threw his body backward, the spike slicing past his nose, carrying a bone-chilling wind.
Before the Iron Savage could recover, the Phase Killer exploded upward with his legs, flipping midair, delivering a spinning heel kick straight to the Iron Savage’s chin.
The Iron Savage’s head snapped back, his body staggering.
The Phase Killer seized the opening, planting one hand on the ground, pushing off to land close, then raining punches upon the Iron Savage’s flanks.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The relentless strikes dented the scales; the Iron Savage’s wings flared violently, stirring a gale, preparing to lift off.
But the Phase Killer reacted just as swiftly.
In one motion, crimson energy coalesced into a chain, lashing out to wrap around the Iron Savage’s waist.
He yanked hard—Blood Soul Pull trait activated.
The airborne Iron Savage felt a sudden, brutal force yanking him downward, meeting the Phase Killer’s fist smashing into his Iron Face.
With a dull thud, the Iron Savage was sent flying backward, flapping his wings uselessly, crashing heavily onto the arena floor.
The Phase Killer growled, sprinting forward with renewed speed, closing in on the Iron Savage.
His fists clenched, Crimson Gang Qi swirling around them.
The Iron Savage retracted his wings, pushing himself upright, raising his axe to force the Phase Killer back.
But with Extreme Speed, the Phase Killer moved like an eel—his waist twisted sharply, his body gliding in a fluid arc, skimming past the axe’s edge to close the distance; his feet exploded downward, launching him into a spinning kick aimed straight at the Iron Savage’s temple.
The Iron Savage reeled backward, his eyes blazing like an enraged beast.
The Phase Killer gave him no respite—he closed in again, unleashing rapid punches, denying the Iron Savage any chance to swing his axe.
From their earlier exchanges, he’d identified the Iron Savage’s weakness.
The axe excelled at mid-to-long range; once closed in, its destructive power was severely limited, unable to swing freely.
So he must stick to the Iron Savage, maximizing his own close-range advantage.
The Iron Savage clearly realized this too—his spiked tail lashed out again, trying to force him back.
But the moment it touched the Phase Killer’s body, the Blood Reflection trait instantly repelled it, nullifying the attack.
He remained glued to the Iron Savage, raining punches onto its chest and abdomen.
As for the throat and head—his height made them unreachable unless he jumped.
But leaving the ground was too risky—he could be countered instantly, losing the hard-won advantage.
Every strike now carried Crimson Gang Qi, forcing the Iron Savage to retreat continuously, unable to create distance.
The Iron Savage’s scales rang with dull impacts, each dent growing deeper.
A flicker of panic crossed his eyes—he hadn’t anticipated the Phase Killer’s speed and close-quarters prowess.
His wings flapped, attempting to lift off again—but the Phase Killer’s Blood Soul Chain remained tightly wrapped around his waist, yanking him back down with a brutal pull.
The Phase Killer growled, the Crimson Gang Qi on his fists intensifying; each strike now screamed through the air.
Realizing he couldn’t escape, the Iron Savage hurled his axe away, choosing to engage in raw hand-to-hand combat.
His power disadvantage meant every punch collision sent waves of blood surging through the Phase Killer’s body.
But this was exactly what the Phase Killer wanted.
Without the axe’s overwhelming threat, he could fully unleash the Iron Savage’s own close-combat strength.
Within the Phase Killer, a hidden power was quietly accumulating.
Absorbing the recoil from every heavy punch, compressing it deeper within his body.
As the energy surged higher, it felt like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
The Iron Savage didn’t notice—he grew even more furious, alternating between fists, wings, and tail spikes, trying to shatter the Phase Killer’s rhythm.
This placed immense pressure on the Phase Killer—his body was crisscrossed with wounds from spikes and wing blades, quickly turning him into a bloody mess.
At this moment, the Phase Killer’s internal energy reached its critical threshold.
His eyes burned crimson, his body trembling uncontrollably from the pressure.
Just as the Iron Savage’s expression brightened, convinced victory was his, the Phase Killer, retreating after another punch, suddenly lifted his head, a savage grin spreading across his lips:
“End it!”
The Crimson Gang Qi on his fist suddenly contracted, condensing into a single point.
Extreme Speed pushed to its limit, causing his health bar to plummet.
The Phase Killer’s body became a phantom, surging forward, fist aimed straight at the Iron Savage’s chest.
This strike contained all of his own strength, and unleashed all the energy stored in the "Accumulation" trait.
Success or death.
The Iron Savage’s pupils shrank sharply; he clearly felt the threat of death.
But it was already too late to dodge—the speed boost from the Extreme Speed trait offered no defense.
His fist crashed into its chest like a meteor striking earth, unleashing a deafening explosion.
BOOM!
The Iron Savage was blasted backward, his scaled armor instantly shattering as blood gushed forth.
His bone wings hung limp, his body tracing an arc through the air before slamming heavily against the edge of the arena.
Phase Kill stood still, slowly retracting his fist.
He looked up at the Iron Savage, who trembled as he rose to his feet, his gaze filled with boundless murderous intent.
But Phase Kill smiled.
Then the Iron Savage suddenly looked down at his chest—and gasped in horror to see a massive blood hole piercing straight through his body.
His vision closed like the curtains of a play at its end, slowly swallowed by darkness.
BOOM!
The Iron Savage collapsed with a crash, his life fading silently away.
The battle ended. Phase Kill’s Gang Qi dissipated, and he plopped onto the ground, gritting his teeth:
“That hurt.”
He summoned his livestream room—it was as lively as New Year’s Eve.
The screen overflowed with tips and cheers; both veteran and new fans flooded the chat with “NEW RECORD!”
“Hahaha.” Scrolling through the comments, Phase Kill grinned widely at breaking the record, then nodded and said:
“Combat—awesome.”
Instantly, the chat erupted: Combat—awesome!
The livestream’s popularity surged into the top three on the chart; more and more players flooded in, eager to see what had happened here.
“Seven wins.”
The Savage Slave’s emotionless voice echoed above the arena.
Phase Kill was instantly teleported to the eighth level of the Arena Ladder.
During the reward phase, Phase Kill received two High Martial Soul Pearls, worth a total of 70,000+ Sacrificial Power.
This was still only part of the earnings.
He glanced at the livestream—tips had already surpassed 100,000 Sacrificial Power. He’d hit the jackpot.
He tossed the Soul Pearls into his Spatial Satchel, then summoned the Mall to purchase a High-Grade Recovery Potion, gulping it down in large swallows.
The difficulty of the eighth win rose exponentially.
Yet he still resolved to give it his all—even if he stood no chance.
Time passed. When his health bar fully recovered, Phase Kill pulled out a Stamina Potion, ready to drink.
At that moment, the Savage Slave’s voice rang through the room:
“Your performance was excellent. I offer you an opportunity—will you take it?”
Phase Kill lowered his head, set down the Stamina Potion, and asked curiously:
“What do you mean?”
“Every warrior in the Ancient God Arena is a tool to please the Ancient God, but tools vary greatly in value. Warriors with ultimate combat desire bring the Ancient God the greatest pleasure. Your every battle radiates combat desire—you are an excellent tool for pleasing Him. So I offer you a chance to grow stronger.”
Hearing this, Phase Kill froze.
The viewpoint the Savage Slave mentioned—he’d seen it before on the forum.
Long ago, a guide player had posted a thread asking for guidance.
It detailed the operating principles of the Ancient God Arena.
It stated that every warrior entering the arena became a mining machine constantly producing “Battle Soul Power.”
Every battle generated rule energy for the Ancient God.
Output depended not only on the combatants’ strength, but also on their willpower, combat desire, and other emotional factors.
Thus, the Ancient God craved warriors with both combat power and supreme willpower and combat desire.
He despised warriors whose emotions during battle were tainted by fear.
At this thought, memories of every battle he’d fought on the arena flashed through his mind.
The scenes passed like a revolving lantern—fists striking flesh, narrow escapes from death… In every fight, his emotions burned like pure, blazing fire.
Clearly, this was why he was valued.
But he wondered: what exactly was this “opportunity” the Savage Slave spoke of?
“Savage Slave, explain exactly what this opportunity is.”
As he spoke, Phase Kill downed the Stamina Potion in one gulp.
“You have the chance to receive brief training from the Champion Warrior. How much you grow depends on your comprehension—but ultimately, you must return to the arena and Iron Face round after round of duels… Be clear: you will most likely die in battle again. The training merely aims to improve your performance in the next few fights.”
The Savage Slave’s answer reminded Phase Kill of a video that once topped the forum’s popularity chart.
The dominant figure in that video still burned in his memory.
Each time he recalled it, his blood surged.
That figure had a name: Champion Warrior—Tian Beng.
A warrior with unparalleled physical strength.
He had once withstood, bare flesh against flesh, the elemental torrent unleashed by twelve Ascendant Clan warriors.
In the video, every punch of the Champion Warrior carried the weight of mountains and rivers, the authority of gods. Where his fist passed, space cracked with fine fissures.
It was the first time players witnessed how high-level combat truly looked.
The physical power displayed in this battle stunned the players.
His blood surged like a raging Black Tide, shattering the Ascendant Clan’s elemental torrent outright. His fighting style was brutal, ignoring all elemental attacks, relying solely on his formidable physique to crush everything—demonstrating the ultimate realm of strength overcoming all techniques.
The Champion Warrior conveyed one message to players through his power: strength is truth; the body is invincible, capable of crushing all.
At the end of the video, the mighty Ascendant Clan was forced to retreat.
The Champion Warrior stood proudly above the battlefield, like an unshakable mountain.
Before this video appeared, melee-oriented factions among player clans had always been the smallest group.
But due to the Champion Warrior’s display, their numbers surged briefly.
He showed players the potential of melee combat—players imagined themselves one day wielding such power, crossing endless oceans, scaling ultimate peaks, and tearing through spatial barriers to become true peak masters.
This imagined future skyrocketed the popularity of melee combat.
Many players reconfigured their Star Vein combinations; some even abandoned magic-oriented Soul Souls entirely, choosing instead to enhance their physical attributes.
Players who had once wavered, discouraged by the early-game hardship of melee play, now stood firm.
One could say the Champion Warrior’s displayed power was not merely a visual spectacle—it delivered a soul-shaking revelation.
It opened a door to a new world for players, revealing the infinite possibilities of physical strength.
Thus, it briefly altered the developmental ecology of the player clans, giving melee players a clear path toward future ascension.
At the time, Phase Kill had watched this video over a dozen times.
It filled him with Rexue and total immersion.
He felt as if he himself were the invincible figure charging through the elemental torrent.
A seed took root in his heart: to become a Champion Warrior—and even surpass him, to challenge the Ancient God.
Hearing the Savage Slave say he could receive training from the Champion Warrior,
Phase Kill already had his answer.
He raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and nodded with a smile:
“Savage Slave, I accept.”
(End of Chapter)
End of Chapter
