The Invincible Supreme Medical God
Chapter 427 - 289 Gigantic Risk_2

Chapter 427: Chapter 289 Gigantic Risk_2

Sitting inside the arena, the cheers from the surroundings could be heard initially, as the battles outside the stage were being finalized. The contrast between the cheers and the silence reigning on the stage was stark, until a third party suddenly entered the fray.

Unlike the masked group and the invisible team, the third group had been living under the spotlight for the past two days, basking in all the attention and respect they garnered for reaching the finals.

"Haha, I see we’re all here," the last entrant said. He was a towering man, his body taut, muscles rippling under his skin. He was the complete opposite of Hui Yue, his tanned skin, black hair, and black eyes distinct from Hui Yue’s fair complexion and fiery demeanor. Yet, deep within his eyes was unwavering resolve to win—eerily similar to the steely determination glinting in Yan Xiaobao’s icy blue gaze.

"Don’t underestimate us just because we’re not wearing stupid masks or mysterious cloaks," the man spoke again, a fierce smile playing on his lips, his face lighting up with anticipation for the battle ahead.

Yan Xiaobao narrowed his eyes slightly as he studied the man who had just spoken, focusing intently on the third team they were set to face.

Looking at the man and his team, Yan Xiaobao had to admit he’d underestimated them so far. He had been overly fixated on the masked group, and such carelessness might lead to their demise.

Fighting against two teams simultaneously only complicated matters. Yan Xiaobao could not afford to overlook the newcomers, while at the same time his gaze couldn’t stray too far from the masked men either. The sense of threat he felt from them didn’t sit well with him.

Hui Yue let out a deep sigh, suddenly tempted to abandon everything. He’d already encountered the Dragon Army, his initial goal, and though the prize was enticing, he wasn’t willing to risk his friends’ lives for it.

Thinking of this, a sly smile briefly flickered across Yan Xiaobao’s face, and he shook his head. Ever since the appearance of the third group, he’d been burning with excitement, and he noticed the same exhilarating thrill in his friends’ eyes.

Despite being a battle for survival, this was undoubtedly the kind of fight he wanted to join—the type of struggle where he could test his abilities against life-and-death stakes, pushing himself to his absolute limit.

Looking at the two groups, faint smiles appeared on the faces of all three teams. Even though two of the teams had their faces obscured by masks and cloaks, everyone in the arena could tell that they were smiling. All of them shared the anticipation that came before a fight for survival.

Walking towards the stage, the three groups now stood opposite one another. As spectators poured in through the gates, the teams watched them intently. Smiles could be seen on the visitors’ faces, their voices ricocheting off the stone walls, and laughter only heightened the charged atmosphere.

Had Yan Xiaobao not known better, he might have thought the audience had come to watch a theatrical play instead of a brutal death match.

Yan Xiaobao felt time dragging slower than usual. Standing on the stage and observing both sides keenly, he knew he had to prepare for the worst-case scenario—both teams joining forces against him.

The chances of this happening were slim, but even a remote possibility demanded his attention.

While they stood on the stage, the audience filled the arena. Zhou Long slowly emerged from the side. As his gaze fell on Yan Xiaobao, he smiled. As he turned to the cloaked team, his smile faltered slightly. Finally, when he looked at the masked group, his expression grew colder.

Though Zhou Long maintained a smile on his face, a gleam of frost chilled his eyes. Yan Xiaobao noticed this shift instantly and furrowed his brows slightly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please find your seats," Zhou Long raised his arms and twirled around, "Take your places so the battle we’ve all been waiting for can begin."

As always, Zhou Long’s voice was deep and natural, yet everyone on the stage could hear him clearly. His words rang out loud and clear, and moments later, the audience slowly settled into silence, the atmosphere on the stage heavy with tension from the three teams.

They were watched by thousands of eyes, all eagerly anticipating the impending fight where blood would be spilled.

"Today, we’ll witness the battle of three teams—some will falter and perish, while others will grow stronger and conquer! Today, we’ll crown the most powerful mercenary group within the Demon Residence Cave!"

With that, a roar of cheers erupted before Zhou Long continued his speech. "Today, we have three groups duking it out. First up, we have the newcomers, the Invisible Mercenaries. While undoubtedly formidable, they’ve shown mercy to all groups they’ve faced so far, achieving nothing of note. Will they manage to continue this battle without bloodshed, or will they ultimately betray their ideals?"

"Next, we have the Masked Killers. Unlike our invisible friends, these ruthless mercenaries have beheaded every opponent they’ve faced. Will their spree of slaughter end here, or will they claim victory by drowning the arena in blood?"

"Lastly, we have the renowned Silver Edged Swords!" As their name was spoken, the cheers surged across the arena. "This group has grown up right here in our own city. Their diligent work in the tunnels has earned them a special place in our hearts, and now they have fought their way to the finals, facing two opposing teams—one peaceful and one bloodthirsty. Will they emerge victorious?"

After introducing the three teams, Zhou Long paused for a moment, letting the thundering cheers wash through the coliseum, his face graced with a satisfied smile.

"The rules are simple—the last team standing on the stage will be the winner. There are no restrictions on how to eliminate opponents, and it doesn’t matter if only one individual survives. This is a battle royale—a fight to the death. Let the battle begin!"

As Zhou Long’s last words echoed, Yan Xiaobao and his team subtly recalibrated their posture, half-summoning black blood while simultaneously igniting fireballs. Yan Xiaobao noticed, curiously, that the masked group seemed entirely uninterested in him or his friends, their focus instead directed at the third group—the Silver Edged Swords.

Standing back, Yan Xiaobao narrowed his eyes. Were the Silver Edged Swords truly more dangerous than Hui Yue and his invisible allies, or was there a particular reason that explained why the masked group had chosen not to attack them?

Pausing, Yan Xiaobao decided not to engage either group just yet, instead signaling his allies to prepare their attacks, readying themselves to unleash their most potent spiritual arts once the victors of the ensuing skirmish revealed themselves.

Nodding, the others quickly positioned themselves for their preparations. Yan Xiaobao channeled more and more spiritual energy into his fireball, which soon grew too massive to grasp. It hovered above his head, radiating intense heat as smaller fireballs began to form around it, orbiting like asteroids around a blazing sun.

As the heat intensified and more fireballs were created, Yan Xiaobao casually grabbed some of the smaller spheres and hurled them across the stage toward the ten individuals locked in furiously contested combat.

The entire battle seemed surreal. On one side, ten men fought fiercely—bones breaking, blood spilling. Though none had fallen yet, the Masked Killers clearly held the advantage. Meanwhile, on the other side of the stage, no blood was shed.

Instead, five individuals stood awkwardly, staring down the ten fighters. In their hands were weapons purchased earlier that day by Hui Yue. On the ground lay a giant flower, its roots buried deep underground, lying in wait for the first person to approach.

Another fighter stood guarded, surrounded by four inscriptions imbued with spiritual energy, ready to activate and annihilate opponents once they entered his striking range.

Sha Yun’s tail curled under her cloak, twitching against the ground as she impatiently awaited her turn to strike, frustrated that no one had entered her range.

Finally, at the forefront was their leader, Yan Xiaobao, whose fireball overhead clearly made him the most dangerous combatant. Casually tossing one ignited sphere after another, Yan Xiaobao found one Masked Mercenary who manipulated water with astonishing skill. He successfully kept the fire away from the masked group.

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