章 623: Chapter 619: Drama King Possession, Shocking Everyone, Slaughter City's Fame Rises!_1
People in the audience watched Luo Yu with a playful smirk tugging at the corners of their mouths.
"Don't speak in such absolutes, there's always a chance, what if this kid actually wins by fluke?"
A burly, one-eyed man with a scarred face roared impatiently:
"Nope, there's no chance, look at how frail that kid looks. If he manages to win in the end, I'll chop off my pecker to cheer you up."
Someone by his side chimed in immediately, "I'll cut off my kidney to serve as a side dish."
"What if that kid is really a child of destiny, and just by luck makes it to the final round? You two would be the tragic ones," someone said, laughing heartily.
The scar-faced man said contemptuously, "No way, does anyone really think that pretty boy can win? As if the people of Hell Arena are so incompetent."
"In the face of absolute strength, luck is worthless."
Enviously, someone whispered nearby, "Why didn't I encounter such an easy opponent when I competed? Having one less strong competitor increases the chances of survival by ten percent."
"Exactly, exactly," the people nearby agreed, nodding in approval.
"Alright, enough bullshitting, I just want to drink a Bloody Mary and sing a song, watching how this kid gets crushed to death."
The disdainful chatter of thousands of spectators ceased, and their attention refocused on the arena.
Ten competitors stood tall at ten different positions.
Aside from Luo Yu, who appeared very relaxed, with a distant gaze,
the other nine contestants were on high alert, observing their rivals intently, hunching their bodies and gathering strength, ready to strike at any moment.
They were vigilant to the extreme.
Each one of them knew that it was kill or be killed, and only by being fully focused could they hope to stand last.
Luo Yu's relaxed demeanor was conspicuously out of place.
It caused the other nine competitors to look down on him, thinking he was just a newbie, an easy kill.
"Ten-person battle, fight to the death, let the competition begin."
Following the rule announcement shouted by an old man standing in the distance with a hoarse voice,
the piercing sound of the copper gong rang out.
"Dong!"
Almost instantaneously, nine figures moved, jetting away from their spots and charging at each other.
They executed various ruthless and ominous attacks with their hands and legs.
"Boom, boom!"
The combatants clashed in a melee, with blood splattering in all directions.
Luo Yu stood alone in his spot, watching the fierce battle among the nine combatants, feeling somewhat confused.
"What... what's going on?"
"Why isn't anyone coming at me?"
Luo Yu couldn't help but wonder if he had revealed his strength and that's why not a single one had come at him aggressively.
Since no one was attacking him, Luo Yu was more than happy to be left in peace, standing with his arms crossed, waiting.
He silently watched the nine grappling in a tangle.
Down below, Hulena hesitantly asked, "Master, why isn't anyone attacking Brother Yu?"
Bi Bidong thought for a moment.
"They probably look down on him, not even considering him a contender. These nine people can't be bothered to kill your Brother Yu, thinking it's a waste of energy."
"Better to save him for the end."
Hulena's expression suddenly became odd as she turned her gaze to the platform.
Her eyes gradually lit up with excitement.
"Tss, tss!"
In the arena, flesh and blood flew as the nine fought wildly.
Soon, seven were dead, with the remaining two also covered in wounds, streaks of blood marking their bodies everywhere.
Smelling the thick scent of blood around him,
Luo Yu wrinkled his brows.
"Bang!"
As the eighth person fell, only Luo Yu and another man, completely drenched in blood, were left in the arena.
The man looked ferocious.
His bloodthirsty eyes fixed intently on Luo Yu.
He sneered cruelly:
"Kid, tell me, what are your last words as the ninth to die?"
Luo Yu's black eyes showed neither joy nor sorrow as he indifferently glanced at him.
Those cold, merciless eyes looked down like a Giant Dragon surveying an ant.
There seemed to be disgust and pity.
It directly enraged the Great Han.
He charged at Luo Yu.
Swinging his bloody fist, his momentum kept climbing.
"Go to hell and keep them eight company. Today, grandpa ought to be the one standing at the end!"
Luo Yu didn't speak, merely threw a simple punch forward.
As if he had anticipated the position in advance.
It struck the Great Han's chest.
And the Great Han, who had just slain eight people with surging momentum, didn't even touch a hair on him.
The two were in a deadlock.
Suddenly, the arena fell silent.
Some people outside the arena saw Luo Yu's punch and burst out laughing.
"Is this a joke? A punch with no force at all, is he trying to perform cupping therapy?"
"Too bad I don't have two balls, or I'd dare to wager them all that this pretty boy is as good as dead."
No sooner had these words been spoken than there was a bang.
The ninth man in the arena fell, crashing to the ground, into the sticky pool of blood.
The spectators' eyes bulged in an instant.
Because the one left standing was the person they thought would absolutely not make it.
Shocked voices rose from all sides.
"Fuck, what's going on, how did this kid win?"
"What merit does he have, does he deserve to win?"
"Isn't this just fucking picking up scraps? I hereby crown you the Strongest Scavenger King."
At this moment, no one believed Luo Yu won by strength.
They all thought he was just lucky, happening to come up against the Great Han who was exhausted after slaying seven, so Luo Yu just happened to take advantage and pick up an easy kill.
Otherwise, he couldn't possibly have survived to the end.
Some people in the spectator seats got excited and started yelling at those around them.
"Who was it that said they wanted to chop off their balls, come out, quickly, this guy won, it's time to keep your promise."
"And the one who said they'd cut off their kidney, come out fast."
Hearing the jeering sounds around them, two people in the spectator seats turned pale.
They sat there as if on pins and needles, feeling uncomfortable.
Their faces burned with embarrassment.
But what was mainly frightening them was their hearts pounding.
You might manage to run your mouth outside, but where is this? Slaughter City, that's where.
You regret your boastful talk and don't want to cut.
But countless others are eager to cut for you.
"Ah!!!"
The two wanted to slink away shamefacedly, but the brutes around them weren't about to give them a chance.
They were quickly surrounded.
Two shrill screams echoed out.
When the crowd dispersed, two men were sitting in their original spots, as pale as death, biting down hard on their teeth.
Beneath them was a pool of blood already forming.
One clutching his privates, the other his side, lips trembling, faces of utter despair.
The one clutching his side gave Luo Yu a vicious glare from the arena.
"I... I'm going to kill you!!"
"Your luck kept you alive, but once I'm in the ring, you won't have a way out."
The Great Han endured the pain of losing his kidney, gritted his teeth, stood up, and walked to the registration place.
Luo Yu returned to the waiting area.
"Hey, I've triumphantly returned, but aren't there any screams or cheers from you all?"
Bi Bidong gave him a sideways glance.
"I've already signed you up for the second match, get ready to compete."
Luo Yu said speechlessly:
"Huh, women!"
"This is women!!!"
章 624: Chapter 620: The Strongest Bargain Hunter, Ha, the Female Pope!_1
"Roar, roar!"
The Hell Arena was abuzz with people's voices.
The bloody scenes from the previous round didn't inspire fear, but rather, heightened their excitement.
Looking at the severed limbs and remains on the field, they let out a frenzied howling, like bloodthirsty wild beasts.
The second round of the competition began.
Contestants ascended to the stage one after another.
One by one, broad-backed and robust contestants took to the stage, drawing cheers and shouts.
That is, until Luo Yu, the last contestant, stepped up, which drew a chorus of jeers.
"This pretty boy actually has the guts to fight another round?"
"What kind of strength does he have, daring to enter one match after another without a break?"
Someone gulped down a Bloody Mary and shook their head with disdain, laughing, "No way, he can't actually think the arena is easy just because he got lucky and won one match."
All the spectators in the stands looked down on him, believing that if it hadn't been for the nine people who fiercely fought at the outset, this good-looking but otherwise useless youth would have died without a place to hide his body.
A great Han, his hand on his waist and his trousers soaked with blood, walked back from the registration area.
When he noticed that Luo Yu had already taken to the stage, he ground his teeth and let out a sound of regret.
"Damn it!"
"I was planning to register myself to personally slaughter this pretty boy, but he goes off to get beheaded by someone else before he can even face me in the arena?"
"Damn, it's so unsatisfying. Killing him myself would feel completely different," the great Han with his hand on his crotch said, his eyes flashing with venomous resentment.
"Clang!"
The gong that signalled the start of the match rang out, and the audience's attention focused intently on the field, their lips twisting into cruel smiles as they tightly clutched their Bloody Marys.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
At once, the nine contestants launched their attacks, each displaying their dominance.
An array of lethal techniques emerged, with each move aiming straight for the vital parts.
For those participating in the Slaughter Arena, not one was a weakling.
The weaklings clung to life in the outer city, while this was the inner city where it was survival of the fittest. Only those with the means to live were the elites.
"Damn, that kid is just standing there frozen again?"
"What do you mean frozen? He's obviously too scared to fight."
"Is he going to get lucky picking up the leftovers again?"
"Holy shit, why don't the other nine contestants team up to take down the weakest one first?"
Someone nearby sneered immediately.
"Haha, I bet you haven't joined many Slaughter Arena battles. The most important thing to do on the field is to team up to take down the strongest contenders first and then have those of equal strength duke it out in a battle to the death. The weak ones are saved for last because weaklings pose no danger and are easy pickings for anyone," they explained.
Those who had participated in fewer Slaughter Arena matches around them suddenly realized the truth.
If the weaklings fight to the death at the beginning, then it's the strongest who will ultimately benefit.
Teaming up to take out the most threatening powerhouse first is the right way to start a ten-person slaughter match.
Now, it was quite clear, Luo Yu was considered the weakest on the field.
So, he was ignored by everyone like an insignificant ant.
"Tsk, ignored again, huh."
On the stage, Luo Yu stood in place, arms crossed over his chest.
A touch of mockery lingered on his lips.
Watching the other nine battle it out in a frenzied melee, bones shattering and flesh flying.
He was quite content to stand aside.
Not rushing to make a move.
If he showed his formidable strength right away, what if the others were too scared to sign up?
If no one signed up, how would he quickly achieve a hundred victories?
Luo Yu silently shook his head.
People sometimes have to play their parts when necessary.
"Boom!"
With the fall of the eighth contestant into a pool of blood,
The great Han who had butchered him had a fierce look on his face, covered in blood.
A fierce yell rang out across the field.
His body was riddled with wounds, all marked with blood stains, with the red, sticky muscle visible underneath.
Still oozing blood.
But with ferocity skyrocketing, even after revealing eight men, his momentum had climbed to its peak.
The audience rose to their feet, shaking the Bloody Marys in their hands, cheering for him.
Great Han fixed his bloodthirsty red eyes on Luo Yu.
Wicked laughter began to echo.
"Hahaha, boy."
"Compared to the slaughter feast just now, you seem more like a little dessert after a meal."
"Now, Big Daddy is going to eat you up, are you ready?"
"Oh? Is that so?"
Luo Yu neither affirmed nor denied, simply beckoning with his finger.
"Come on."
Great Han, with a devilish smile, said:
"Don't worry, because it's hard to come across someone as weak as you in the Slaughter Arena, so I will treasure this doubly, and definitely not ravage you to death too easily."
"Swoosh!"
A swift shadow swept across the field.
The next instant.
Great Han's throat sported a bloody hole, all words ceased abruptly, staring at Luo Yu in disbelief.
"You... you... kash..."
He clutched his neck, gushing blood, trying to say something, but simply couldn't.
The blood in his eyes faded, vitality dissipated.
He ultimately crashed to the ground.
Landing amid other people's severed limbs and pools of blood.
Now, the only person standing in the arena was Luo Yu.
He retracted his sword finger.
Indifferently watching the corpse of Great Han on the ground.
"Too much talk, made you live a few seconds less."
By the time Luo Yu stepped off the stage.
The spectator stands were utterly silent.
Because they hadn't expected at all that this seemingly frail young man would manage consecutive victories in two matches.
Especially the sudden burst at the end, killing Great Han, was even more unforeseen by them.
"This... could this kid be a big shot?" someone said cautiously.
"Big shot my ass, have you ever seen such a young big shot? It's just a bit of talent, that's all."
"Exactly, since when were big shots so common that any random cat or dog could be one?"
"The kid's move just now did seem unusually strong, though."
"Hahaha, isn't that even better? It's no fun if they're too weak when killing."
Some people had heavy expressions, shaking their heads.
"I was planning to sign up for the fight today, but now it seems today is not a day for battle. I won't make a move until we figure out this kid's background."
"Rough, look how scared you are, you wuss. That kid might look like he's won two in a row, but he's actually just been picking up easy wins. The Great Han that fell last obviously ran out of steam after killing eight men, which is why he was so easily defeated by that kid."
"Let's not underestimate this kid's strength, but there's no need to overestimate it either," a voice of reason analyzed.
Luo Yu, with his extraordinary hearing,
naturally heard the heated arguments among the spectators.
Some said he wasn't up to it, which pleased him.
Because it meant that another bunch of bloodthirsty, brainless idiots would come to throw away their lives.
Just as he returned to the resting area and had hardly sat down, Bi Bidong rushed towards Luo Yu saying, "Brother Yu, the third match is about to begin. I've just signed you up, get ready."
Luo Yu: "???"
He looked at Bi Bidong, speechless.
"Are you trying to work your husband to death?"
Bi Bidong pouted her luscious lips, casting a seductive look at him.
"It's because I have full confidence in your strength. They're just a few shrimps; could they tire out our man?"
"Heh, woman!"
Luo Yu rolled his eyes.
At this moment, an official in the arena began to call his name.
Luo Yu left the waiting area and climbed onto the stage to participate in the third match…
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