Starting Today, I Become a Demon King

He stared at the large screen in the center, where Si Ming's image appeared again.

"How come I've run into someone fighting again? What's going on today? I don't want to be called a 'fisherman of light'."

Not long ago, Si Ming witnessed the staff moving Gui Zhenchuan, who had been disqualified from the competition, away. As he was wondering whether the staff were hiding in some corner of the island or drifting on the shore by boat, he heard the sound of fighting again. When he got closer, he saw two people fighting with swords.

One of them was Gu Xinglie, who had fought Si Ming at the Sun Wu University Martial Arts Hall. He was holding a silver longsword that looked extraordinary, and it was unclear where he had found it. His opponent, on the other hand, was wielding an ordinary ghost-head saber.

The clash of swords was like pearls falling onto a jade plate, but there was no murderous intent or ferocity. There were only two young men, completely focused, wielding their weapons with all their might, fighting fiercely.

Gu Xinglie clearly had the advantage in weaponry. With each exchange, he would leave a nick in his opponent's ghost-head saber. It seemed that if he repeated this many times, he could break his opponent's weapon, at which point the decisive moment would come.

Si Ming had already earned some points, so he didn't need to worry about being eliminated on the first day. He considered himself the strongest in this Martial King Cup, so he naturally disdained to launch a sneak attack or take advantage of anyone, lest he tarnish the reputation he had worked so hard to build.

As he was leaving, he suddenly heard a loud shout, like a silver bottle shattering and water bursting forth.

With a loud clang of metal against metal, Gu Xinglie successfully severed his opponent's weapon. He then kicked the man away, but unfortunately, the man flew right towards Si Ming's location. Si Ming instinctively reached out and caught the man, and the three men's eyes met instantly.

"Sorry, I just happened to be passing by and had no intention of profiting from the situation. You guys continue fighting, don't worry about me."

Si Ming waved his hand, trying to get away with it, when the man he was supporting suddenly attacked, striking him squarely in the chest with a powerful palm strike!

At the same time, Gu Xinglie merged with his sword, unleashing a dazzling sword light that slashed towards him. Meanwhile, another person stood in the canopy of a distant tree, holding a bow and Si Ming, ready to fire a fatal arrow at any moment.

"You deliberately put on an act to fool me?"

Si Ming shifted his feet, lightly tapping the ground with his toes to deflect the impact. Then, his body swayed like a withered lotus in the wind, dodging the oncoming dazzling sword light. At the same time, his palms bloomed like lotus flowers, flourishing and ever-changing, blocking another swordsman who suddenly pounced out of the woods.

Gu Xinglie said, "I'm sorry, but our encounter a few days ago made me realize that if we were to stay together until the fifth day, I have no confidence in defeating you. If the Martial King Cup had maintained its previous format, I'm afraid it would most likely have fallen into your hands. Fortunately, the rules have changed, so we don't have to adhere to the one-on-one principle anymore. To prevent you from maintaining your dominance, we chickens have no choice but to join forces and kick you out of the competition. Blame it on your recent high profile; everyone sees you as a formidable enemy to be eliminated as soon as possible."

As he spoke, he channeled his inner energy into the sword in his hand, making the blade shine like snow, yet carrying a hint of fiery heat. When he drew the sword, the momentum was as heavy as a mountain, slow and heavy, as if the air itself had solidified into a viscous colloid, making it difficult to move, as if carrying a heavy object.

Gu Xinglie's Swordsmanship had actually improved since their duel in the arena. When he drew his sword, it was as if the moon had descended to earth, casting its bright light across the land. Under the radiance, everything seemed to quiet down, with only the sound of the sword ringing softly like a wind chime.

"So it's finally my turn to enjoy the treatment of a great demon? But you guys aren't enough. To fight a stronger enemy above your level, using formations is the only way."

Si Ming drew his fingers into a sword shape, condensing a six-inch-long Sword-Ray. The gelatinous air did not hinder his movements at all, and everything proceeded as usual. He then used the Tower Observatory Sword Art, wielding it so tightly that it blocked all the swords, knives, and fists of the three men.

Just then, a figure in the distance released the bowstring, and three arrows shot out into the air.

Si Ming had heard the commotion early on and was about to block it with his Sword-Ray, but he discovered that the three arrows were not aimed at him at all. Instead, they landed in the empty space centered on him. Then, as if something was triggered, Gu Xinglie, stepped on the runes, their auras connected, and the light shone brightly. In the blink of an eye, the formation was completed, trapping Si Ming in the center!

Chapter 658 Starting Today, I'll Be the Demon King

The combination of a hearth and a formation was truly BOSS-level treatment. Si Ming never imagined that one day he would be able to enjoy such a grand reception, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

He raised his arm slightly and felt little resistance. He immediately realized that the formation used by the other party was not of the attribute of weakening the enemy. Thinking about it, it made sense. Since the other party knew that he was born with superhuman strength and his stamina was unfathomable, they would not use a formation that hindered him. An ordinary person would be crushed to the ground and unable to move if a thousand pounds were placed on his body, but for a body-refining martial artist like him, a thousand pounds was like playing with it. His usual training level was only this level.

"I'm curious, even if you planned to deal with me beforehand, it's only been less than two hours since the Martial King Cup started. How did you manage to contact each other and ensure that you were assigned to the same area as me?" Si Ming asked, looking at his opponents who were surrounding him in a triangular formation.

If it were a pre-arranged scheme with the Nation of Valor organizers to bribe them into placing him together with the group, that would be quite a mess. However, if that were the real reason, they certainly wouldn't admit it. It's more likely that they found a loophole in the rules, such as knowing how to draw the desired number in the lottery.

Gu Xinglie said, "There's no need to guarantee we'll be assigned to the same area. Meeting you was just a coincidence. Even if we weren't assigned to the same area, others would join forces against you."

The square-browed man who had been acting alongside him said, "You can only blame yourself for being too high-profile before the competition, which angered everyone. Besides, your strength is indeed terrifying, so everyone sees you as someone who must be eliminated. They formed an alliance early on to kick you out of the competition as soon as possible."

The third attacker was a woman. She threw the knife in her hand to the square-faced man and said, "The tallest tree in the forest is the first to be felled by the wind. Don't you understand this basic principle of the martial world? You've taken down their most famous university on Nation of Valor soil. You've offended more than just Sun Wu University. All the Nation of Valor consider it a great disgrace and want to defeat you to avenge this humiliation."

Si Ming understood what was going on. As the local power, the Nation of Valor had the most participants in the Martial King Cup. With them acting as intermediaries, it would be easy to form a temporary alliance against him. After all, this wasn't a bad thing for the other participants. Participating in a chaotic battle alone would inevitably make them feel uneasy, but as long as they joined an organization, even a very loose one, they would feel much more confident. If they met on the island, they would have a basis for communication and wouldn't resort to violence on the spot. Although this would sacrifice Si Ming's interests, they had no relation to him and had no need to sympathize with him.

Sun Wu University must have contributed a lot to this, and as for the few people gathered around him by the fire, they were probably acting out a scheme to lure him in after being reminded by Hou Fei.

Si Ming, "Under the new rules of the Martial King Cup, the weaker players have a chance to reach the top, but if they want to win, they must join forces to eliminate the stronger players, and the sooner they act, the better. Otherwise, the longer it drags on, the fewer people they have, and the more unfavorable the situation will become for them."

Suddenly, the tone shifted. "So you admit you're the weaker party?"

Then he stroked his chin, a smug expression on his face. "Since you all have such self-awareness, then I'll reluctantly play a couple of rounds with you."

The three people present made faces as if they had eaten something unclean. The woman said hatefully, "After I defeat you, we'll know who's strong and who's weak!"

Immediately, a figure flashed, a palm strike whistled, and a slap aimed at Si Ming's face, seemingly intended to humiliate him.

"Don't be angry, you'll only become uglier when you're angry."

As Si Ming mocked and enraged his opponent, he leaned back slightly, his right hand forming a sword shape with his fingers, and with a slight upward flick, a sword Sword-Ray shot up like a rainbow. Amidst the sword's whistling sound, it resembled a living snake, coiling in mid-air.

The woman neither dodged nor evaded; the Sword Qi struck her body but passed right through, leaving no mark. Her five fingers continued to slap towards Si Ming's face.

"So that's how it is, it's an illusion array."

With his rich combat experience, Si Ming immediately saw through the principle behind it. He spun around and stirred the air with his palms. This move came from the Si Clan's Shaman Steps "Fuxi Phoenix Arrival Dance". It should have been an elegant move, like walking on snow to find plum blossoms, graceful and fairy-like. But Si Ming used domineering force to drive it. It was like a crocodile flipping over after biting its prey. The violent force was like a tornado roaring.

No matter how exquisite the woman's palm technique was, it was meaningless if she couldn't get close to her opponent. Moreover, as the tornado's force swept across, she was forced out and unknowingly circled around to Si Ming's left side. The one in front of her was just an illusion.

"Careful!"

Suddenly, Gu Xinglie shouted and unleashed One Sword strike like a thunderbolt, piercing through the woman's armpit and colliding with Si Ming's Mighty Vajra Palm. He immediately felt an irresistible force surge towards him and was forced back along with his companion.

Under the influence of the Three Talents Light-Control Formation, the light was refracted and distorted, and the two figures disappeared instantly. At the same time, clones appeared in several other directions.

However, Gu Xinglie knew it was pointless, because the residual force of his opponent's palm was firmly enveloping the two of them, making it difficult for them to move. Even if Si Ming couldn't see the person, he could still confirm their location.

"Tiger-Roaring Emperor Fist!"

Sure enough, the next moment, Si Ming threw out a single punch, activating his ultimate Military School technique. The violent fist force formed a vortex, and with the sound of a tiger's roar, it burst forth. The vast Fist Intent firmly locked onto the two people's location, and the force covered the surrounding area, sealing off any angle of escape.

Suddenly, an arrow pierced the air and struck the back of Si Ming's head. It was the fourth person outside the formation who, seeing the critical situation, shot out a rescue arrow.