Chapter 529: Hope Fades in an Instant: The Collapse of the Sacrifice Tower Players |
"This is a Tiger-Jiao!?"
"It's Lord Tiger-Jiao, Kambada is saved!"
"It should only be a divided soul. The Records of Divine Anomalies say Tiger-Jiao is a beast from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, its divine might is boundless!"
"Hahaha, Xu Lang is dead for sure!"
Seeing that tiger-like, jiao-like beast, the Sacrifice Building players erupted in cheers; someone even pulled out a confetti tube on the spot.
Cao Yaxuan glanced toward the Sacrifice Building seats and clicked her tongue in private.
Rumor had it that the Sacrifice Building had a lot of second-rate players, and now it seemed true.
"Lord Tiger-Jiao!" Kambada, cowed by the beast's aura, reacted with equal parts fear and delight and scrambled back to one side.
It was not uncommon for Sacrifice Beasts to kill their Sacrifice players.
"Human, your long blade makes me very uncomfortable!" The Tiger-Jiao’s bronze-bell eyes fixed on Xu Lang, its voice like a sonic assault that cracked the earth beneath them.
There was a distinct slash mark across its claw!
That made it suspect that the weapon in Xu Lang's hand had special effectiveness against beasts.
"You actually dared to come out," Xu Lang said, astonishment all over his face.
To be honest, he had just been tempted to dive into the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons to see what was inside; it looked like a place where many could be killed.
"How presumptuous!" The Tiger-Jiao flew into a rage and slammed its huge claw down.
Ghost Slash!
Xu Lang flicked his blade back, and his masterful blade technique struck the Tiger-Jiao. The blade qi also sliced Kambada, who was fleeing, clean in two!
The next moment, Xu Lang lashed out with one hand wildly!
A thousand strikes in an instant, the Purgatory's Master whipped up a tangible scarlet tornado, as if triggering some attack effect.
In truth, it was just rapid slashing, a chaotic barrage of cuts.
Commonly known as standing-still output!
Click~
Xu Lang sheathed his blade and strode to Kambada, crushing his skull with one kick!
A spray of blood splattered, dyeing the hem red, then slid off in the sweep of the black coat, luckily leaving the exquisite garment unsoiled.
Neither Kambada nor the Tiger-Jiao were ordinary lives; both souls entered the Grave Pasture and turned into tombstones.
Xu Lang's expression changed.
In death duels, an opponent's soul seemed to belong to the victor; the Coliseum hadn't argued with him over that.
But if it was always death duels, not many would be willing to spar with him.
The previous version of the Iron Blood Colosseum had been very quiet because it allowed only death duels.
A phantom of the Gluttony Demon appeared behind Xu Lang, large hands dragging the corpses of the Tiger-Jiao and Kambada into the Demon Box World.
Battles between experts could sometimes be decided in an instant.
Yet this instant was ridiculously short!
[Iron Blood Colosseum Broadcast—]
[Winner: Xu Lang of Mad King Building, combat power +832!]
Only when the Coliseum broadcast sounded did all the players seem to come back to themselves.
Cheering and shouting rent the skies!
"Long live the Dorm Owner!"
"Long live Mad King Building!"
"Brother Kai, we won!"
"We're rich, I made so much!"
"Hahaha, the Sacrifice Building are idiots! Cao, I got fined, but I still want to swear, hahahaha!"
The joy among Mad King Building players was matched only by the agony of those who had bet on Kambada.
Sacrifice Building players ruined, Taleblade Building players bankrupt...
Wealth flowed to those who needed it...
"Damn bastards, Sacrifice Building scum, what the hell are you playing at!!!"
"My entire fortune lost to a clown!!!"
"My copper coins!!!"
Some players fell to their knees and wept, begging for this all to be a hallucination.
Sacrifice Building players reacted as if the sky had fallen, immediately erupting into internal conflict, accusing each other of using dirty tricks to trap and kill Xu Lang.
If you use schemes, at least be better about it; if you use people, there's a problem with that too!
They didn't realize that a floor leader's life was also life.
If you don't send Kambada to test the waters, are you going up yourself? Dream on!
...
"What on earth is hidden in Mad King Building? How could they cultivate such a monster?"
At Vast Sky Building, a crowd of players could no longer sit still, their expressions stunned.
He was just a zero-tier dorm building player!
Even if Xu Lang had stripped resources dry every round, he shouldn't be able to be this strong!
"Could he already have an S-rank Sequence!?" Yiyun, who wanted to solo an expedition to Mad King Building, had rushed over the moment she heard Xu Lang enter the fight, only to witness a scene that dropped her jaw.
Putting trash talk aside, Xu Lang's slaughter of Kambada took less than thirty seconds, and he even deliberately released a Tiger-Jiao mid-fight—killing two birds with one stone.
Is this a human?!
"Very likely!" The man in purple with the python robe took a deep breath, feeling flushed with excitement.
What luck, to have actually seen an S-rank Sequence holder!
"How fortunate, I'd love to battle him!" The python-robed man declared openly, his fists cracking as if itching for action.
One Vast Sky Building player asked, "Then why don't you go now? Invite him directly!"
"I'm afraid of dying. This crazy big boss seems to accept only death duels!" The python-robed man continued to speak frankly, face solemn.
...
"Brother Xue, shall we still go on the expedition?" The Bandaged Man looked to Bloody Robe; the eyes behind the medical bandages were bloodshot, crusted at the corners like a badly burned patient.
"Aren't you the leader? If you say go, we go." Bloody Robe answered firmly. "But on the other hand, the 'Blood Man' in my body is showing signs of revival. I need to figure out a way to crash him, so I can't go for now. As for you, if you want to go, I support you."
His words were roundabout, but the summary was clear:
—I will provide everything except direct, physical support!
"Don't act rashly for the time being!" The man dressed like an office worker snapped impatiently, "Our lives are lives too; surviving to this point wasn't easy!"
"There is more than one way to solve this problem. If the price is right, Xu Lang should be willing to sell us that blade," another three-eyed floor leader said in a low voice.
Force makes people rational!
No one fought to the death out of mere goodwill; it was because everyone had nuclear options!
Before, not striking hard felt unbearable!
Who are you, a zero-tier shabby building, to bargain? You dare kill our dorm people; you slapped us in the face, understand!? It must be fought to the death!
Now Xu Lang's thunderous move expanded the options for resolving the issue instantly.
For example, the classic "we can sit down and talk."
...
"Xu Lang is truly a freak. A building that can produce someone like this surely deserves a promotion by fifty levels!"
At the Finality Building's spectator seats, players watched Xu Lang in the arena and drew in cold breaths.
Some female players' eyes glittered.
So handsome, and unbeatable!
If given the chance, they wouldn't mind moving into Mad King Building.
Some dorm buildings were famous for long life—players wanted to join.
Some had high survival rates—players wanted them.
Some had abundant high-quality supplies—players wanted them.
If anyone volunteered to move into Mad King Building, it could only be because of Xu Lang's handsome face.
...
Xu Lang stood in the center of the Coliseum and, as if alone in the world, took out the Taleblade Demon Box.
Then he noticed the spectators showed no abnormality and wasn't disappointed.
The Iron Blood Colosseum really could block taleblade infection.
Not only were viewers safe, but even participants could be immune to taleblade's follow-up infection by paying a fee.
Why did Xu Lang know this so well? Because Taleblade Building players had once played this trick on Mad King Building players.
After all, when it came to controlling tales, Taleblade Building players were the experts.
Back before the Coliseum's revamp, taleblade infections were unheard of; after the revamp, they became even less likely.
Tales had nontrivial status, but for them to contend with the behemoths of the Iron Blood Colosseum and the Dorm Survival Game was like a sophomore in the computing department trying to seize the ByteDance servers.
And the Taleblade Demon Box... even if what Xu Lang held now was the box itself, it was at best a senior undergraduate compared to graduate-level power.
After all, the Demon Box had not yet truly matured.
Amid the raucous voices, which Xu Lang found loud and annoying, he put the Taleblade Demon Box away and shouted toward the stands, "Today I accept any challenger; who wants to death-duel me!"
The crowd fell instantly silent, utterly still.
No one answered!