CHAPTER 309: CHAPTER 309: OVERWHELMING ADVANTAGE

The situation at the scene took a sudden turn for the worse.

Especially for Baiyu, it was like jumping from one extreme to another.

Initially, this matter was going well, heading towards a positive development.

Baiyu only needed to use the Dream Pocket Watch to find the last key, complete the game, and receive the game’s rewards.

It seemed effortlessly simple.

But now.

He suddenly had to face five opponents of the same level, and they were the kind who would fight him to the death.

Oh shit!

Baiyu turned around, looked up at the figure in mid-air, and fiercely flipped the middle finger.

The opponent stared at the arena below, ignoring Baiyu’s gesture.

As for the other five.

Except for Duan Yiren, who wore a hesitant expression, the remaining four almost instantly charged forward, unleashing various Spirit Techniques in a barrage.

Baiyu transformed into a streak of blood light, retreating swiftly to the edge of the Gladiatorial Arena.

Behind him was a black barrier, leaving no room to retreat.

"Even if we’re going to fight, at least give a heads-up. Attacking five against one is low."

Baiyu glanced at the five people.

If he had the Descent of the Demon Lord now, he could absolutely defeat these people with ease.

But the last bottle of Descent of the Demon Lord was used up while killing Mo Yue.

The current situation was extremely passive.

Baiyu decisively drew the Moon Blade, gently stroking it, causing a glow of bloodlight to rise on the blade.

Blood Blade·Kai Ling.

A type of Blood Spirit Technique, it consumes one’s Blood Qi to imbue the weapon with special power.

"Everyone, attack!"

On the other side.

The female of the Demon Race gave a cold shout in common tongue, instantly transforming as scales, like fish scales, grew from her skin and face.

She took the lead, surrounded by black mist, forming a long blade in her hand.

Ha!

She slashed down, thunder roaring.

Clang.

Sparks flew.

Baiyu stood his ground, easily parrying the blade with the Moon Blade in his hand, his left hand like iron pincers, swiftly grabbing the Demon Race woman’s neck.

Eight thousand cards of Blood Qi erupted at that moment.

Terror filled the blue eyes of the Demon Race woman.

"So, you’re all at the Tier Eight level? Sending you guys one by one won’t beat me, even though I am also Tier Eight..."

Bam.

A loud bang.

The woman’s neck was snapped, and she was hurled fiercely to smash against the wall at the edge of the arena.

Upon landing, there was no breath in her body, clearly dead as could be.

Seeing this, the others who intended to attack had legs like lead, unable to move no matter how hard they tried.

Awe!

This opponent’s lightning-fast kill was on a totally different level, while generally, in Spirit Realm tides, only opponents of similar strength would meet.

These secret locations typically have strength requirements for entry.

The difference wouldn’t be that large.

But clearly, something went wrong here; the same tier was effortlessly killed by this man, indicating a vast difference in power.

No wonder the castle master had to change the game rules.

Such a monster among the opponents was simply a disaster for the other camp.

"This guy, did he kill our two werewolf teammates head-on?" The lean man with the number one identity card looked incredulous.

He was well aware of the Werewolf Card’s enhancements.

Being able to kill the opposition under these circumstances suggested a huge disparity in strength.

The scene was at a stalemate.

Baiyu stood motionless, continuously pulling out vials to drink, seemingly using Magic Elixirs to boost himself up.

As for the remaining four.

Duan Yiren was still hesitating, reluctant to really fight Baiyu. She had heard about Baiyu during her time in the East Prosperity Imperial—a complete monster.

Fighting him equaled seeking death.

The other three clearly were not particularly formidable, and even if they united, they could not defeat this monster.

"The trump card that my royal brother prepared for me might be able to defeat Baiyu, but he still has the Suffering Paperman..."

The Suffering Paperman alone ensured Baiyu’s invincibility.

He also had many connections with the Qiong Family.

His trump cards couldn’t be just that few, and going against him would surely lead to death...

While she was still contemplating.

The rest had already started to act.

Baiyu’s aura intensified, still consuming potions, exerting immense pressure on them.

Dragging it out would be incredibly disadvantageous.

"Let’s finish this brat with a killing blow. Holding back is waiting for death." The lean man roared, Blood Qi exploding as blood arrows darted from his mouth.

On the other side.

The remaining man and woman attacked Baiyu from the left and right.

In transit, a layer of green armor covered the man, evidently a Tier Eight Mechanical Armament.

Meanwhile, the woman unleashed a whip from her waist, striking mid-air at Baiyu.

The three attacks arrived simultaneously.

"Right, I’ll deal with you all at once."

Baiyu’s gaze turned fierce as ten drops of liquid Blood Qi erupted simultaneously in the Blood and Qi Central Hub, surging power filling his body.

He ignored their attacks completely.

His legs bent, crushing the floor, and the powerful recoil launched him into the air, gripping the Moon Blade with both hands, swinging towards the ground.

"Blood Blade·Celestial-Attracting Thunder!"

Perhaps for added effect, Baiyu shouted loudly.

Yet.

The wave soon overshadowed his voice, dropping into the arena before the two attackers even realized, drowned in bloody Sword Qi.

Eight thousand cards of Blood Qi.

Three Forgings and Three Quenchings.

Added with the Power Potion from Master Yi Xian and the simultaneous eruption of ten drops of liquid Blood Qi.

This strike’s power far exceeded what a Tier Eight Martial Artist could withstand.

In an instant.

The two enveloped in Sword Qi perished on the spot.

The lean man who spat blood arrows tried to flee, but the battle aftermath cleaved him apart.

Blood spilled across the ground.

The arena returned to silence.

"I surrender."

Duan Yiren didn’t hesitate, immediately shouting towards the sky.

Baiyu halted his pursuit.

Even that attack, with his monstrous Recovery Power, was quite taxing, taking a tremendous toll that wouldn’t recover quickly.

Ordinary people might have crippled themselves with one strike.

But Baiyu.

Even with his Recovery Power, he needed at least half a day to recuperate.

Upon Duan Yiren’s surrender, the Ancient Castle’s master, hovering silently in the sky, finally reacted.

It was merely a mass of black mist under a robe, showing no expressions.

"Surrender..."

After about ten seconds.

The black shadow squirmed and spoke, "Since it’s like this, then the game is over. You will receive some special rewards, a compensation for my change of rules."

"Why change the rules? Because I killed those two werewolves?"

At this moment.

Baiyu sheathed his blade and looked up, asking.