Tyrant Sky Martial Sou
Chapter 664 Shameless Tactics_1

Chapter 664: Chapter 664 Shameless Tactics_1

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

Wu Zui had just lost all dignity, and he naturally knew he couldn’t compete with Ling Xiao, but if it were a slave with even lower cultivation than his, that would be different. He was certain he could kill the slave and then regain his confidence.

"Your cultivation level already surpasses that of the slave, but no matter, here is the Cultivation Control Ring. Once you wear it, you can only exert strength that matches your opponent’s cultivation level."

The host recognized Wu Zui as a core disciple of the Sword King Sect. Although his ranking was on the lower end, the host dared not offend him lightly.

In the Sword King Sect, the top ten core disciples were treasured by the sect.

This was exactly the same in the Moon Hua Sect.

"Senior Brother Ling, what do you think?"

Leng Hao asked Ling Xiao.

"Shameless!"

Ling Xiao snorted coldly, "What nonsense control ring, it’s just for show. That ring is just an ordinary jade ring and means nothing."

"If that’s the case, isn’t that slave doomed? No matter how formidable he may be, it’s unlikely he can stand against Wu Zui at the seventh level of the Transcendent Realm."

Although Dai Yuling did not have the same saintly nature as Zhao Ci, she was equally kind, just not excessively so.

She felt sympathy for these slaves, just like many ordinary people.

"You’re right, but these are the rules of the Battle Beast Arena. The arena belongs to the Sword King Sect. How could the Sect possibly allow their treasured disciples to be killed?"

Ling Xiao said disdainfully, "I’ve just asked that scoundrel Liu Cang, and in all these years, not once has a core disciple died in this arena, not a single time! Normally, this would be impossible."

"So that’s how it is, truly shameless!"

Leng Hao cursed.

"The real shamelessness is yet to come,"

Ling Xiao sneered, "That Wu Zui, although his cultivation is much higher than the slave’s, has poor combat ability. He’s like a flower that has only grown in a greenhouse. In the upcoming fight, he’s likely to be suppressed by the slave. Hmph, we’ll certainly see some good drama unfold."

"You can’t be serious, Senior Brother Ling. Even if the Battle Beast Arena is shameless, they wouldn’t directly interfere with the fight, would they?"

Leng Hao said in surprise.

"Whether they will or not, we’ll find out soon enough."

Without arguing, he had seen his share of shameless individuals. Such things were, in fact, quite common in the world.

The host stepped out.

The slave’s expression suddenly changed.

Previously marked by endless sorrow and helplessness, his eyes now burned only with hatred and anger!

This hatred was clearly directed at Wu Zui!

No, perhaps at the Sword King Sect!

Wu Zui was startled by the terrifying murderous aura emanating from the slave, and he took two steps back.

"Die!"

The slave spat out a word filled with rage as his body transformed into a streak of sword light that lunged at Wu Zui.

He had no intention of holding back!

Because he hated!

He had been a promising martial artist who was captured by the Sword King Sect through despicable means and made to wear a bronze mask that could disfigure him.

He hated!

He hated everyone from the Sword King Sect and wanted to kill them all!

The slave, too, wielded a sword, like Ling Xiao.

His sword techniques might not compare to Ling Xiao’s, but they were more than enough to handle Wu Zui.

The sword light was incredibly fast. Wu Zui, in panic, used all the tricks at his disposal.

A phantom of a prisoner appeared behind him.

This prisoner, like the Undying Prisoner King, had once dominated the Beast Battle Arena but had an even longer streak of consecutive victories, a whole thousand battles.

Finally, he died from sheer exhaustion.

Unexpectedly, his spirit had also become someone’s Martial Soul.

The moment the Prisoner Martial Soul appeared, Wu Zui himself turned cold and ruthless, and the fear that had consumed him vanished in an instant.

This is one of the functions that a Martial Soul brings to martial artists.

Bang!

Their attacks collided.

A massive roaring sound ensued, and within the eyes of the slave, there still shone an intense hatred. There was nothing else in his eyes, his sole thought was revenge!

Although both of them stepped back a few paces, the slave launched another attack without giving Wu Zui any chance to catch his breath.

Wu Zui’s will to fight was mostly a gift from his Undying Prisoner King Martial Soul; his own soul was so fragile it was unspeakable.

After several head-on confrontations, Wu Zui once again became panicked.

Meanwhile, the slave had also summoned his own Martial Soul.

It was a sword!

A broken sword!

It was precisely the Divine Sword that had appeared during the final moments when the Ling Family was besieged, the one that had completely settled the enemy.

The reason why the Divine Sword Sect was named as such was because of that sword.

Now, that sword had actually become a Martial Soul!

Ling Xiao abruptly stood up.

His whole body was trembling!

Because the slave was wearing a mask, he could not identify his face, but at this moment, he was able to confirm the identity of this slave.

It was actually Ling Wuheng!

The former Sect Leader of the Divine Sword Sect, who had accompanied Ling Yihang to the Sword King Sect to participate in the martial arts gathering of the four sects.

How could he be here!

And how had he ended up in such a state?

Ling Xiao trembled, not out of fear, but because he was enraged; he wanted to kill!

Such fury, he had only felt when his loved ones were killed!

The terrifying murderous aura emanating from his body turned the faces of Leng Hao and others sitting nearby pale, and they were filled with horror.

On the Beast Battle Arena, the battle continued.

With his Martial Soul unleashed, Ling Wuheng’s combat power soared dramatically.

Moreover, with the absolutely suitable and classic martial skills that Ling Xiao had imparted to him, within just a few moves, he had pushed Wu Zui to the brink with nowhere to retreat.

"Kill him!"

Ling Xiao shouted loudly.

Actually, without his command, Ling Wuheng would not have spared the person before him.

It was precisely the people from the Sword King Sect who had turned him into what he was now, and he hated them to the core, wishing nothing more than to raze the Sword King Sect to the ground.

Although it might be impossible for him to do so, killing the person in front of him was still no problem!

"Clang!"

Just as Wu Zui’s throat was about to be pierced by Ling Wuheng’s longsword, the host suddenly leapt into the arena, blocking the shine of Ling Wuheng’s sword.

The host’s strength had reached the level of a Half-step Celestial at ten percent of their power.

Even if Ling Wuheng was strong and talented, it was useless against the absolute power of the host; he had no chance of defeating the host.

"Enough!"

The host coldly looked at Ling Wuheng and said, "This battle ends here!"

Perhaps such incidents were not uncommon; most of the spectators in the stands were not surprised, just secretly cursing the Sword King Sect for its shamelessness.

A fight to the death had been promised, but now that they saw the slave gaining the upper hand, they called for a halt—there was no such reason in the world.

But who could change the fact that this was Sword King City?

And who could change that the Beast Battle Arena belonged to the Sword King Sect?

"Why!"

Ling Wuheng roared in anger, seemingly still unaware of Ling Xiao in the stands. At this moment, he was completely filled with hatred, thinking only of revenge, and nothing else mattered to him.

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