Capítulo 627: Chapter 623: Hundred Consecutive Victories! The Slaughter King Appears_1
Luo Yu stepped onto the blood-soaked Slaughter Arena.
His blue garments remained unstained by a single drop of blood.
His black hair fluttered in the air.
He slowly withdrew his middle finger, his deep black eyes fixing on the woman below the stage.
With disdain, he uttered:
"Send nine strong ones. Throwing nine pieces of trash up here is just offering me free kills."
"Ah!"
The woman in the black veil trembled with rage, having never been scorned like this before.
"I want you dead today!"
"If you have the skills, stay up there. Just you wait for me."
"Fine."
Luo Yu nodded and stood his ground with his arms crossed over his shoulders.
He believed that as a lackey of the Slaughter King, the veiled woman wouldn't disappoint him.
Arranging a few competitors to join the fight on stage should be quite simple.
Before long, another nine contenders signed up, each exhibiting robust momentum, obviously not of common strength.
"Kid, let's see how you face up against nine this time," stated the woman in the black veil, grinding her silver teeth below the stage.
Luo Yu waved his hand dismissively.
"Alright, you can get ready to collect their corpses."
The nine had just ascended the stage when they were met with Luo Yu's scornful remarks.
Had the gong not yet sounded, they would probably have already charged forward and torn Luo Yu to pieces.
One of them, a brooding cyclopean Great Han, intoned darkly, "Boy, don't think it's anything special that you killed the first nine."
"My strength is not on the same level as those fools."
"Prepare yourself for death."
Luo Yu nodded.
"Dang!"
The gong sounded at that moment.
Luo Yu's figure blurred, disappearing from the spot.
By the time everyone around reacted, the cyclopean Great Han who had been speaking was sent flying through the air.
Blood spouted wildly from his mouth.
A deep footprint was embedded in his chest.
The other eight shook to their core, their apprehension reaching its pinnacle.
"Don't be arrogant, let's attack together!"
These nine were clearly much more formidable than the first batch, but the outcome was no different.
They were easily swept aside by Luo Yu.
In the end, he still directed a middle finger at the veiled woman.
"Hey, are you up to this or not?"
"Don't tell me all your acquaintances are no more than these sorry split melons and cracked dates?"
"Killing them is so uninteresting, utterly joyless."
The veiled woman's hands trembled as she pointed at Luo Yu.
"You… you…"
"Stop dawdling," Luo Yu interrupted, "I'm on a tight schedule. If you're not sending someone up to fight soon, then I'm leaving."
The veiled woman's pride had suffered repeatedly, and she was set on regaining her reputation. She couldn't let Luo Yu leave.
Immediately leveraging the threat of the Slaughter King, she once again procured nine people.
After the nine took their position on stage,
their postures evident that they were reluctant to fight.
After all, Luo Yu had displayed an unfathomably deep strength—who would be willing to march to certain death?
But they faced threats from the veiled woman that if they didn't step up, they might be killed by Slaughter City's controlling knights the moment they stepped outside.
With no other choice, they had to face Luo Yu with the goal of killing him.
"Dang!"
The gong rang out again.
This time, Luo Yu did not immediately defeat the nine, but rather entangled with them for quite some time.
He barely managed to kill all nine, panting heavily afterward.
It was clear that he was running out of strength.
He repetitively raised his middle finger.
While the veiled woman seethed with anger, a glint appeared in her eyes.
This guy seemed to be running out of steam.
Her opportunity had come.
This was no time to give the guy a chance to recover.
Even if it meant using lives as fodder, she was determined to kill Luo Yu today.
She quickly found nine more contenders.
Luo Yu once again slew his opponents, though he appeared even more drained.
His figure began to sway, on the verge of collapsing.
Sweat born of fatigue beaded on his forehead.
The veiled woman rejoiced.
Soon, very soon, she believed she could wear him down to death.
"Bang!"
Explosions echoed across the arena.
The audience had grown numb to the sight.
For Luo Yu had battled not just once but in continuous succession for far too long.
Ten consecutive victories,
Twenty-one consecutive victories, thirty-five consecutive victories, seventy-three consecutive victories!
The audience was completely dumbfounded.
They had never seen someone continuously fight so many battles.
And each battle was against a barrage from nine opponents.
Where on earth did this monster come from!
Countless people cried out in their hearts, puzzled.
The winning streak continued, and with each victory Luo Yu appeared even more exhausted.
Like a lamp running out of oil.
As if a breath in his ear could blow him over.
It was precisely because of this that there were always people signing up to compete, always thinking they might be the lucky one to take down Luo Yu.
"Boom!"
A loud explosion rang out.
The latest round of nine competitors was blown to pieces on the ground, blood and flesh blurred.
Luo Yu was hunched over, like an old man in his twilight years, having lost all his vigor.
Looking incredibly tired.
He stretched out his trembling hand and gave the veiled woman the middle finger in a shaky gesture.
Beautiful Eyes bit her teeth, her gaze uncertain and shadowed.
Damn it.
Why won't this guy just die.
She had already used the strategy of attrition.
She had sent hundreds of competitors to exhaust Luo Yu to death.
But each time, it only seemed to make the opponent appear more tired.
It gave her the misleading impression that Luo Yu was about to fall.
But he just wouldn't collapse.
What if I give up?
This thought suddenly rose in the heart of the veiled woman.
After so many lives had been sacrificed without killing Luo Yu, she felt disheartened.
"Hey, I advise you to give up early. With grandpa's strength, it's useless no matter how many more people you send," Luo Yu's weak voice taunted.
The veiled woman, who had been planning to give up, became invigorated as if injected with adrenaline.
Her teeth were gritted with anger.
"Even if it exhausts me, I will exhaust you to death today," she said.
"As long as you don't flee this ring, you will surely die today!"
The veiled woman threatened and enticed again, urging people to get on stage to compete.
"Boom, boom!"
The battle on stage continued.
Luo Yu appeared mentally and physically exhausted, moving slowly, but his moves were anything but hesitated.
Every technique was lethal, as he battled against nine opponents.
After a long time, he once again killed nine competitors, standing victorious at the end.
This prompted a mix of strange shouts and cheers from the spectator seats.
In their wide-eyed gazes, hot admiration flickered for the feat of Luo Yu's seventy-four consecutive victories, which left them prostrated in shock.
"Does this guy not need to rest at all?"
"All he does is fight?"
"So fierce, truly too fierce. What kind of stamina is this?"
Beautiful Eyes was pale with anger.
She was now in a difficult position.
She truly hadn't expected Luo Yu to be so outrageously strong, having sent hundreds of people in succession.
And yet, Luo Yu still hadn't been worn out to death.
"It's almost there; just push a little harder, and I'll be exhausted to death," said Luo Yu, hunched over and coughing weakly.
Beautiful Eyes, who had been planning to give up, was invigorating again with renewed spirit.
"We've held on up until now."
"Why not persevere a little longer?"
Once again, she forced nine competitors to take the stage and try to cut down Luo Yu.
"Boom!"
The fight dragged on for a long time, and everyone felt Luo Yu was truly at his limit.
Only Bi Bidong and Bossi were rolling their eyes in exasperation.
They had figured out what was really happening.
...
As time moved on, Slaughter Arena was packed with a sea of people; the venue was completely filled.
Everyone had heard that a relentless fighter had appeared in Slaughter Arena.
Without taking any rest, he would start fighting as soon as ten people were gathered.
All the spectators in the arena had come to watch, drawn by the fighter's fame.
"This time, you are undoubtedly going to die," Beautiful Eyes declared decisively to Luo Yu, whose clothes were torn and tattered.
Luo Yu smiled.
"If I remember correctly," he said.
"This should be the one-hundredth battle."
"So I—"
"don't need to pretend to be weak anymore."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire arena was shocked.
"What does he mean???"
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