With the hype from the Martial Arena, Beixuan City was in an uproar!
"If I hadn't seen the announcement with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it."
"A hell mode life-and-death battle, a sure-death challenge—who the hell's got the balls for that?"
"In the past decades, only two have survived; three years ago, the top prodigy of Profound Sea Sect took on hell mode and only made it to the fifth round before he was done."
"Quick, quick, save a seat! You'll never get one if you're late. I'm gonna win back everything I lost this year!"
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The entire Beixuan City's martial artists went crazy.
Up north, the Barbarians clashed. It was total chaos, all kinds of people mixed in.
The last thing missing here are lunatics and gamblers—every single one lives with their head hanging by a thread.
Such an epic event, everyone's eyes turned red as they rushed into the Life and Death Martial Arena!
Life-and-death duels like this don't come around often.
Never mind fighting—just watching gives you a rush.
Within two hours of the news spreading,
the Life and Death Arena was packed to the rafters. No one budged, terrified their seat would be stolen if they left.
Meanwhile, Xu Yang—the cause of all this—had no clue about the storm outside, focused only on his final hell-mode prep in his room.
In a blink, night passed.
"Shura, it's time!"
A shout came from outside.
Xu Yang woke from his cultivation, let out a heavy breath, and his gaze was firmer than ever!
"Today, Shura is unleashed!"
Xu Yang licked his lips, stepped out of his room.
A guard led Xu Yang down the long corridor towards the largest arena!
Even from afar, he could hear the commotion.
Thousands of people!
A door ahead was suddenly flung open, and a stunning figure walked out.
Xu Yang instinctively glanced over, eyes flashing with amazement!
She was a voluptuous woman; the scarlet dress traced her explosive curves, nearly bursting from snowy-white skin!
Her face was dazzlingly lovely, almond eyes sparkling with allure, enough to mesmerize souls.
Just one look, and the most primitive, wild desires surged up, impossible to control!
This was the first time Xu Yang had seen such a breathtaking woman!
But he only looked for a couple moments before quickly pulling his gaze away.
Unexpectedly, the woman in red sized him up curiously.
"You're Shura?"
Xu Yang stopped, nodded slightly.
"I'm Su Yun, the manager of the Life and Death Martial Arena."
Xu Yang's heart lurched—the outrageously seductive woman was actually the arena manager?
Such a massive fighting arena, a power few in Beixuan dare to provoke, and it's run by a woman?
Xu Yang's stunned gaze lingered a second longer on Su Yun's face, but he suppressed his shock and nodded faintly.
All this… what does it have to do with me?
After Ye Qingxue's betrayal, he'd grown deeply wary of any woman.
He nodded, then strode on.
Su Yun paused, an odd glint in her eye, then gave a seductive grin: "Go for it! I'm really looking forward to you winning all nine rounds. Hell mode suits your Shura name."
That electrifying voice rang in his ears. Xu Yang paused, replied without turning, "Definitely!"
Watching Xu Yang leave, Su Yun's eyes grew brighter.
"Judging by his skin, he can't be very old."
"Middle stage of Fetal Breathing Realm. Could he be under twenty?"
"Interesting."
It's as if Su Yun just found buried treasure—she licked her luscious lips, swayed her hips, and walked ahead.
At the same time—
The moment Xu Yang entered the arena tunnel, chaotic noises came smashing in from all sides, making his eardrums buzz.
He looked up—an endless sea of people.
Stands on all sides, packed to bursting!
At least ten thousand!
Hiss!
Even with mental prep, the sight still shocked Xu Yang.
This was insane.
Clearly, all of it was because of the hell mode death-match!
Xu Yang took a deep breath, swept a cold masked look over the arena, blood inside him starting to boil and burn.
"Now, let me grandly introduce today's star: SHURA~~"
The deafening roar echoed, a mighty figure appeared on the host stage, face flushed, and stretched out the last two syllables, drowning out all the chaos.
Xu Yang stepped into the center and fixed his gaze on a door straight ahead.
His first opponent would walk out from there.
"Shura's first match—his opponent is the Bloodthirsty Blade Demon, Ye Han, with seven straight wins in life-and-death battles!"
Boom!
The gate opened, and a hulking figure strode in, gripping a crimson long blade.
Middle stage Fetal Breathing Realm.
But the evil qi around him had nearly solidified, radiating a chilling, terrifying aura.
Xu Yang's eyes narrowed slightly.
If you can survive in this arena, you don't have simple skills—seven wins is proof enough!
Seven straight wins in life-and-death battles, that says it all!
"The first life-and-death match—begin!"
"Little punk, you dare call yourself Shura wearing a mask?"
Ye Han grinned cruelly, shot forward like a beast.
Bang!
His evil qi skyrocketed, coiling like snakes, and the power he exuded at middle Fetal Breathing Realm could even suffocate those at late stage!
"Let me show you what a real Shura looks like!"
Ye Han leaped, the blood blade whirled, crimson arcs flashing like a violent storm as they crashed down!
If it lands, you'd be torn limb from limb—dead with no corpse left!
"Damn, did Shura get scared stiff?"
"Move, dammit! I've got bets on two rounds!"
At the instant battle began, everyone held their breath, tense as if they themselves were on stage.
As for our main character Xu Yang, his face was blank, glaring coldly past the crimson blade at Ye Han!
"A loser scared stiff by my blade, and still dares to fight in hell-mode life-or-death?" Seeing Xu Yang seemingly frozen, Ye Han was full of scorn, then brutal malice!
He was going to tear this arrogant Shura to pieces!
"Die!"
The terrifying blade light covered several meters and came crashing down.
At that moment—
Xu Yang moved!