Making a Name in One Battle

The melee at the center of the beast-fighting cage continued.

The crowd's combined assault had done some damage to Bedrock's defensive hide, but it had left only minor cracks.

"Damn it, you're too weak and slow to even tickle me! Let Grandpa show you how it's done!"

Bedrock wasn't the type to stand there and take a beating.

A strength-based, heavily armored fighter through and through, his attacks were relatively slow, but they covered a wide area and hit hard. Every blow struck with overwhelming force, effectively breaking up the encirclement.

Besides, Bedrock was at the Fourth-Realm Peak, a higher realm than any of the fighters attacking him.

"Boom!"

A hammering blow slammed down, and the shockwave instantly sent the third-realm Luo Dan, Hookclaw, and Red Eye flying. It also made Lightning, who had been moving at high speed, falter.

Seeing trouble, Phantom abandoned his disguise and immediately leaped away. Unfortunately, he was too close to Bedrock, and the moment he was spotted, a fist came straight at him.

Phantom barely managed to twist around in midair and block. Ill-suited to head-on combat, he took a full-force blow from Bedrock, who was a whole realm above him.

"Crack!"

The ulna he used to block shattered instantly, and Phantom was sent flying backward!

With the sneak attacker lurking in the shadows temporarily out of the way, the pressure on Bedrock dropped sharply.

Excited cheers rose from the stands, and the gamblers who had bet on No. 6 had already begun celebrating.

Bedrock grew even more pleased with himself after landing that blow.

"I'm not singling anyone out. I just think everyone here is trash!"

But the next moment, an abrupt crack rang out, followed by a series of chilling crunches.

"Bang!"

"Crack, crack, crack."

Bedrock felt the hide on his back shatter in shock. Then anger, mixed with a trace of panic, welled up in him.

"Who was that? Get the hell out here!"

Lou Shisui paid no attention to that impotent rage. He moved like lightning, striking swiftly and viciously before darting away the moment his blow landed.

The Psychic Energy techniques and combat experience he had accumulated over days of real combat let him weave through the fight with ease, landing precise blows on relatively weak spots all over Bedrock's body.

Bedrock's "turtle shell" was indeed hard, but after attacks from several people in every direction, a few cracks had inevitably appeared that he hadn't had time to mend.

That gave Shisui an opening!

As long as he concentrated his Psychic Energy on the point of impact, the penetrating force unleashed in an instant would shatter the shell, which was hard but lacked toughness.

The vibrations from his attacks could even travel through the shell and injure Bedrock's insides.

The other contestants around them were equally stunned.

They had joined forces to attack Bedrock for more than two minutes, so they naturally knew just how much of a "turtle" he was.

Huh? He broke it in one hit? Where did this powerhouse come from?

You had that kind of strength and held back until now?

Before they could finish puzzling over it, attacks began coming their way too.

Lou Shisui treated everyone equally, first giving each of them one ruthless blow, truly distributing them evenly.

This remaining batch of prey had ganged up on a turtle for ages and still hadn't managed to break through his defenses.

Seriously, are every last one of you green and harmless?

Lou Shisui had actually misjudged the gap between himself and fighters at and below the Fourth-Realm Peak.

Those at the Fourth-Realm Peak had already touched the threshold of the extraordinary, and their strength far surpassed that of the ordinary mortals below them.

The arena, in fact, had only used fighters below the Fourth-Realm Peak as stepping stones.

The real winner of this fight was originally supposed to be decided between the two veterans, Bedrock and Calm the Storm.

But the problem was that a level-suppressed monster had been put in the cage.

"Boom! Boom! ..."

The sounds of palms striking, fists swinging, and feet kicking rose and fell throughout the venue.

Lou Shisui raised the Psychic Energy he was using to the Mid Fourth Realm, moving swiftly as he struck the remaining contestants in rapid succession.

Attacks as dense as a rainstorm pounded Bedrock. As the fighter with the highest realm in the arena, he naturally received special attention.

Every time Shisui moved on to his next target and passed through the center of the arena, he gave Bedrock a blow.

Shisui was only one man, yet he had seven people on the defensive. He fought with the momentum of an army, truly surrounding a whole group by himself.

His Kakugan swept discreetly over everyone present, and he found that the rookies on the verge of death were still rookies. Not a single one had erupted with power.

Honestly, I can't squeeze any more experience out of this bunch anyway. I might as well stop pretending to be so weak and finish this quickly!

With that thought, Shisui raised his Psychic Energy another level, reaching the Fourth-Realm Peak, and attacked even faster.

In less than half a minute, Bedrock was the only one left standing and alive in the arena.

Only then did Lou Shisui slowly come to a stop, standing before Bedrock.

Bedrock was already badly injured. Although parts of his outer armor remained intact, the shocks from the penetrating attacks had directly injured his internal organs, leaving the inside of his body riddled with damage.

He couldn't quite understand why his opponent wasn't taking this chance to finish him off. He was about to speak when a young voice cut him off.

"If you suck, practice more. If you can't accept it, then don't live."

As soon as the words fell, a sweep of a palm severed his head, and his consciousness faded.

"The match is over! Let's congratulate contestant No. 9—Owl! The dark hunter moved like a phantom and seized the championship in his first seasonal tournament with an overwhelming assault!"

As Bedrock's head hit the ground, the host announced the official end of the match!

A thunderous roar erupted outside the beast-fighting cage.

"Holy shit! Holy shit!!! He crushed seven people by himself!"

"I was so nervous I had to breathe manually!"

"Caw! Faceless Owl, we love and respect you!"

"Damn! He's hacking!"

"Fuck your hacks! You think this is some kind of pet-the-blue online?"

The female host's face was also full of shock. Unlike the spectators some distance away, she had watched the whole thing from beside the beast-fighting cage.

Calm judgment, silent attacks—he truly had swept past soundlessly like an owl in the night, taking his enemies' lives with ease.

Most terrifying of all, Owl's registered realm was only the Early Third Realm.

He had been selected to serve as a disposable whetstone, and was at the Early Third Realm, barely meeting the minimum realm requirement to enter the arena!

Cold sweat instantly soaked her thin dress. The female host raced through the long list of sponsor acknowledgments and scurried off the platform.

Then she scrambled toward the office of the arena area's general manager.

They couldn't let a promising prospect about to soar slip away!