The Demon King of Light

Si Ming ignored this completely. Martial artists who practice archery often have specially made arrows, such as those that automatically convert the input internal energy into wind power, or those that explode violently upon hitting the target, maximizing their power through various applications of True Qi. However, according to the rules of the Martial King Cup, no one can bring their own weapons to participate; they can only use weapons found on the island. Therefore, the arrow shot at this moment was just an ordinary iron arrow. Such a thing could not even pierce Si Ming's skin. He let the arrow hit the back of his head with a "clang," and under the effect of his Mercury Alloy Body, it was bounced to the side.

"Sword Illuminates the Vault of Heaven!"

Seeing that the arrow sneak attack was ineffective, Gu Xinglie had no choice but to bite the bullet and unleash his attacks to defend. His longsword suddenly spread out, transforming into a sword curtain, within which mountains and valleys could be faintly seen.

As fist and sword clashed, mountains collapsed, the sword broke, and Gu Xinglie was struck as if by a heavy hammer. He groaned, coughed up blood, and flew backward.

Just as Si Ming was about to press his advantage, he suddenly heard a crisp bone-cracking sound from behind. Turning around, he saw that the man's aura was soaring, with an image of an eagle soaring into the sea appearing behind him. A chilling aura emanated from the blade and spread outwards, enveloping the area around the four of them.

Before the sword strike was even unleashed, countless white threads flickered in the air, ethereal and dreamlike, like the shimmering surface of a lake under the sunlight, each thread representing a wisp of sword energy.

"Qi Sea Saber Wave!"

With a single stroke, the blade revealed both strength and gentleness, a perfect blend of the two, like a wave crest lifted by a strong wind, bursting forth along with the blade's energy in the air, sweeping towards Si Ming.

"Thousand Blades Scorching the Plains!"

Si Ming rubbed his palms together to form a blade, unleashing a torrent of fiery blade energy. Thousands of strands clashed head-on, the flaming blade against the icy blade, the invisible energy blades clashing. A series of explosive sounds immediately filled the air, with sparks flashing intermittently.

Si Ming launched his attack hastily, unable to gather his strength in time, and was clearly at a disadvantage. However, relying on his physical strength, he ignored those who slipped through his net. Occasionally, when a blade's energy struck him, it only caused sparks to fly, leaving no mark whatsoever.

This delay gave Gu Xinglie a chance to catch his breath, but he didn't immediately rejoin the battle. Instead, he looked at the fierce fight with a hint of hesitation. Even with the combined strength of four people and the coordination of the formation, they still couldn't gain the upper hand. Was there any chance of victory if they continued fighting?

"Gu Xinglie, what are you daydreaming about? Deng Er alone can't stop the Son of Light. We need to hurry up and help," the woman urged.

Gu Xinglie hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said resolutely, "Let's go!"

"Hey, are you serious?"

"I underestimated Si Ming's strength... No, I miscalculated. After seven days of arena battles, his mind and body have been tempered, and his strength has significantly improved. Even with the combined strength of the four of us, we still can't defeat him. If we continue fighting, the best outcome will only be mutual destruction, giving others an easy advantage. We should retreat first, gather more manpower, think of a more perfect strategy, and then deal with the Son of Light."

If the fight were to end in mutual destruction, Gu Xinglie worried that he would be the one who got hurt. After all, he had a past grudge against Si Ming, which left the deepest impression on him, Si Ming might very well unleash all his ultimate moves on him.

Although Gu Xinglie really wanted to defeat Si Ming, he did not have the spirit of sacrificing himself for the greater good. Preserving himself was the top priority. He made a decisive move, raised his palm to the sky, and wisps of Sword Qi condensed at his fingertips.

"Sword Reverses Heavenly Light!"

With a sweep of his arm, countless sword lights erupted, like a school of fish darting out. The Three Talents Light-Control Formation echoed it, with various lights intertwining around it, forming all sorts of mesmerizing afterimages. At first glance, it seemed as if billions of Sword Qi were rushing towards Si Ming to kill him.

Si Ming had no choice but to turn around and defend, his palms swirling like yin and yang, forming a vortex to deflect the Sword Qi. Seeing this, Deng Er immediately withdrew.

"So you want to leave so soon? The guests haven't had enough fun yet; this isn't how a host should treat guests."

Si Ming shielded his head with his arms, using his muscular physique to withstand the sword light. He raised his leg and unleashed a Dragon-Elephant Stomp, instantly unleashing a violent burst of energy. The Three Talents Light-Control Formation, now without the support of the three, shattered in response. Simultaneously, Si Ming used the recoil to leap in the opposite direction from the three, spreading his arms like an eagle soaring through the sky.

"Damn it, he's going to hunt down Xie Jiaohan!" Gu Xinglie immediately realized Si Ming's intention.

However, the three looked at each other, and in the end, no one suggested rescuing Xie Jiaohan. Even with the help of the formation, they still couldn't do anything to Si Ming. Going back to rescue her now would be like throwing a meat bun to a dog, a one-way trip. Besides, they had only met Xie Jiaohan by chance and had only cooperated with her to deal with Si Ming. They had no real friendship and no reason to risk their lives for her.

Finally, Gu Xinglie sighed and said, "We cannot let Xie Jiaohan's sacrifice go to waste. We must inform others that the Son of Son of Light's strength has improved further. In particular, we must remind everyone to pay attention to his physique. During the arena matches, because we rarely got hit, we didn't realize that his physical defense was so strong. Even my sword light couldn't harm him."

Deng Er said with lingering fear, "My sword energy was also ineffective. To hurt him, I'm afraid I'd have to use a special technique that concentrates Primal Qi into one place."

Si Ming glanced down at the bracelet, which showed three points of divine power. When he caught up with the woman using a bow and arrow, before he could even make a move, she took off the bracelet and offered it to him with both hands.

Clearly, this female archer had no intention of engaging in close combat.

"I'm being treated like a major demon, and they've even formed an alliance against me. What should I do next?"

Si Ming thought about it and realized there were only two options: either play it safe and wait it out, or go all out and fight your way through.

The former is simple: defeat one more person and obtain divine points, then find a secluded place to hide. If you survive the first two days, it means that at least three-quarters of the people will be eliminated. In order to survive, the members of those alliances will inevitably have to choose to "kill each other." Once the seeds of suspicion are sown, it will be impossible for them to cooperate wholeheartedly and without any barriers in the future. In the face of their own interests, such a loose alliance is easily broken up.

The latter is equally simple: just beat them up one by one. However, doing so is likely to provoke public outrage, and even members of the alliance who were not originally opposed to Si Ming may join the alliance to protect their own interests.

In theory, having 16 points is enough to survive until the last day. If everyone chooses the lowest guaranteed divinity, then the number of survivors will be the highest. In other words, if someone grabs a large number of points, the number of people surviving until the last day will be greatly reduced. This approach clearly goes against the interests of the masses and is easily regarded as a public enemy.

If it were Si Ming before he came to Nation of Valor, he might have chosen to hide his strength and survive peacefully until the end. But now that he has already revealed some of his strength and embarked on the road to fame, choosing to restrain himself would only make him seem arrogant and servile, damaging his previously accumulated reputation and making people think that he is nothing special. This is not the development he wants to see.

"Fine, since they treat me like a demon king, then I should live up to their expectations and do more of what a demon king would do."

Si Ming quickly made a decision. Since he had decided to no longer keep a low profile, criticizing Sun Wu University was the same as criticizing the Martial King Cup, so why be biased?

As a candidate for the Grand Master of the Mohist School Grandmaster, one should uphold the Mohist School spirit of treating everyone equally and punish everyone one by one. As the saying goes, it is not scarcity that is a concern, but inequality. As long as everyone is beaten miserably, there will surely be no more complaints.

Whether others believe it or not, Si Ming does. He decides to seize the time and quickly travel through all sixteen areas of the island to implement the "One Road, One Journey" plan.

Before long, the guests in the audience area were astonished to find that the large screen for the broadcast had been completely dominated by Si Ming!

Chapter 659 The Demon King of Light

As the sun sets in the west, the earth is bathed in a dim, yellowish light.

In the dense forest, a man and a woman scrambled through the trees, leaping from one to another with the agility of monkeys, without making a sound.

Their faces were filled with utter terror, their breathing erratic, and their movements panicked, all proving that they were fleeing from something. The barely concealed urgency to shake off their pursuers was as if some terrifying monster was hunting them down from behind.

"Junior sister, hurry up, we're almost there. I remember there's a cave not far ahead, very well hidden, perfect for us to hide in," the man carrying a sword on his back said anxiously.

"Senior brother, there shouldn't be any danger now, right? I can no longer sense that guy's presence. I guess he changed direction halfway and went to chase someone else."

The woman's mood calmed down as she spoke, and she was about to turn around to look back when the man anxiously stopped her. "Don't turn around! That guy might have concealed his presence and been following us all this way. It's getting dark now, and he might not be able to see us, but if you turn around and he notices your gaze, he'll probably pinpoint your location immediately."

The woman was startled, as she felt this was highly likely and not just a bluff. She stiffly turned her head back, but couldn't help saying, "Is that guy really our age? His strength is unbelievably high. If I met him without knowing, I would definitely mistake him for an old monster pretending to be young."

The man paused in his leaping motion, then sighed, "My master always warned us that there are always people more capable than us, and that the most important thing in the martial world is to have a sense of awe. I didn't take that seriously in the past. Since I started out, everything has gone smoothly for me. The few times I lost were either because we were evenly matched, or because my opponent was a senior who relied on his Foundation to win. Only today have I truly understood the meaning of those words."