Chapter 1698: 1696: Deathmatch

Chapter 1698: Chapter 1696: Deathmatch

“Count, not bad… You seem to have grasped part of the essence of the Demon Book.

Your mastery over the Holy Sword has greatly improved.

However, you can’t eat this thing, spit it out.”

Under Han Dong’s forceful command,

The completely dead hidden ghoul- Belu, pierced by the Holy Sword, was thrown on the ground.

“Didn’t this Count also contribute? Why not let me eat… This Mythical Insect Flesh might help me touch the ‘Membrane’. ”

“This insect’s compatibility is completely different from yours, even its race is different.

Even if I really let you eat it, at most it would help your Body… It definitely wouldn’t assist your Myth understanding.

For this Mythical Corpse, I have a better candidate in mind.”

Han Dong first took out a gold-plated syringe and extracted the “Mythical Cells” from the insect body, to be used later for expansion and upgrading the brain world.

The Black Whirlpool appeared.

The Corpse was directly stored in the Underground Laboratory of the brain world.

At the same time, the voice of Han Dong, the Warden, echoed in the lab area.

“Bang, eat up!

This is Mythical Insect Flesh, which might be very stimulating for you as a Mature Body… However, you should be able to endure it given your Body traits, and maximize absorption.

Don’t leave a piece behind, eat it all!”

This is the “Opportunity” Han Dong had promised in advance – a Mythical Corpse of a physical mutation type.

Han Dong understands well,

The Corpse Nation’s special trait lies in the Body, and as a Ghoul, it is also adept at ‘Corpse feeding’.

If one can feed on high-quality corpses with fitting compatibility, a transcendental improvement is surely attainable.

…

“Truly unexpectedly easy.

The Demon Sword is insanely powerful… Once it hits, it almost ensures victory.

By severing one of the opponent’s arms at the start, I gained control of the rhythm of the whole battle.”

Even Han Dong did not expect,

The first fight with a Mythic Body would be so effortless.

After removing the fleshy blade structures from his body, he turned his gaze to the next [Insect Master] BOSS- Nagor Gyro.

From the previous dialogue, Han Dong could roughly perceive the ‘Boss’s purpose here.

It’s neither to sell favors to the City Lord,

Nor is it for the terms offered by the City Lord,

He came here simply to enjoy the ‘thrill’,

“Shall we continue?”

Han Dong tentatively asked, if the opponent was willing to cease fighting, it would be a great option.

To his surprise, the moment the question ended,

A wave of intense pressure swept in,

Instantly dispersing other lingering scents in the air and overshadowing the yet-to-dissipate hidden ghoul field.

Not only was the ground environment covered, but the overall space was affected, even isolating the Hero Hall.

In the blink of an eye,

Han Dong found himself in an arena filled with the stench of blood and slaughter.

The stands around were packed with frenzied Shaen spectators,

To get a clear view of the ensuing deathmatch, they even glued their compound eyes around the seats.

“What level of ‘reality intervention’ is this? Even the audience can be constituted?”

It was Han Dong’s first time witnessing such a grandiose Mythical Field.

Boom!

The ‘Boss’ well-attired in a suit descended vertically from the high skies,

The four scythe-like Extra Limbs attached to his back were furiously writhing,

A deep voice emanated from the warped pig-like massive brain:

“Field Expansion – [Endless Deathmatch].

My field effectively screens out external interference, allowing us to be immersed in a ‘one-on-one’ deathmatch, enjoying the fun thereof.

My Body will also gain significant enhancement here.

Just now, I am sorry for the embarrassment to the Grey Messenger.

Such trash without any conviction disgraces us Shaen… Such individuals could never root in Slave City, much less gain the Abyss’s recognition.

Following which,

I will spare no effort to compensate for the unsatisfactory battle before, changing your impression on Shaen!”

Moreover, I absolutely won’t take into account the divine weapon in your hand, feel free to execute me.”

As soon as his words fell,

The oversized yet robust physique burst forth with frightful speed at each stomp… The oppression forced Han Dong back a step, as if the enemy before him was trampling over tens of thousands of powerful carcasses toward him.

“This guy’s strong! Not on the same level as the other Insect Masters!

Count, hurry and fully assist me!”

Without any hesitation, Han Dong exerted all the power he currently possessed.

The Right Arm transformed into a dog-headed form, its overall size swelling to twice, its surface adorned with regular Bloodline inscriptions… The Holy Sword firmly gripped.

Compared to the previous mummy-like state, the Left Arm’s surface now bears some tombstone structures, and the enveloping Death Qi contrasts sharply from before.

Currently, faced with such a formidable foe, Death techniques will mainly be used to dodge damage.

The Demon Eye synergizing with the Black Vortex Trunk,

To the fullest extent possible, Seeing through the attacks while perfectly dissipating force via [Floating Corpse Internal Classic].

Even then… Han Dong remains ‘restrained’.

The ‘Boss’ is a monster that seems to be madly devouring, indulging in the rare opportunity of this deathmatch.

Whether pierced by the Holy Sword, incurring Soul plane searing,

Or cleaved by the Demon Sword, causing irreparable Truth damage,

The ‘Boss’ remains unaffected, his movements not sluggish but increasingly aggressive.

Each blow distilled from ‘thousands upon thousands of’ deathmatches, compressing Han Dong almost without respite,

Moreover, the boss also skilled in “Before the First” anticipation tricks learned from endless deathmatches,

Effectively evading some lethal damage and predicting Han Dong’s dodging angles.

As long as the spectators on the sidelines cheered louder, the boss’s fighting spirit would soar higher.

He wasn’t a Mythic Body Shaen who grew leveraging bloodline, heritage, or resources, the ‘Boss’ was born in the Deathmatch Arena… Witnessing endless deathmatches since childhood.

Securing victory one fight at a time, climbing atop numerous deathmatchers’ skeletons to the peak, executing the former Boss by his hand.

The power had long met the “Hero” standards.

Simply due to his dislike for large-scale battles, he refused to partake in various Land Deed Wars, hence not yet added to the Hero roster.

…

About an hour elapsed.

The Holy Sword, along with the Count’s dog form, fell on the sidelines slightly twitching, unable to maintain its Holy Sword shape, transforming into a puddle of Holy Blood.

Han Dong’s main body leaned ‘sitting’ not far off.

Can only sit as the two legs have been entirely severed.

The Trunk covered in scars, even enabling one to clearly see the internal organ layout through bodily openings.

Likewise,

Succumbing repeatedly to the dual-swords’ chop strikes, ‘Boss’ nearly lost the ability to move.

The Extra Limbs at the back only half remain,

Whole body marred by Demon Sword cuts, continuously eroding internal flesh, Death Qi now wafting off him, the Mythical Puzzle also showing cracks.

“Magnificent! You are truly too strong!

It’s been so long since I encountered such a deathmatch… I am truly thankful, Envoy Sir!”

“Not bad… Almost reaching the [Fight Club] level.”

Han Dong too displayed a rather delighted expression.

“Fight Club, what’s that?”

“A place stripped of all rules, for mutual brawling… All are perverts there, even many King-level existences.

Also equipped with top-of-the-line medical facilities, allowing uninhibited combat, interested?”

“Can I go?”

“Should be fine with my referral, but from now on you’ll follow my arrangements…”

“No problem, I was planning to kill Canocks guy anyway.”

Seeing this, Han Dong immediately controlled the Demon Sword to retract the Anti-life energy from the ‘Boss’ surface back into the sword, allowing him self-healing rebirth.

Even bearing grievous injuries,

The boss still endured the pain, kneeling before Han Dong, “Leaving the subsequent matters to you, Envoy Sir.”