"Ah—! My ears, my ears!"
A full two seconds passed before the pain, piercing to the heart and bone, enveloped Mad Demon.
Mad Demon clamped both hands over the gushing wounds where his ears had been, his massive body trembling violently.
Within seconds, his enormous frame could no longer stand steady. He doubled over wildly, wailing in agony.
No one had expected that Mad Demon, who had just been provoking Su Zui under the gaze of the crowd, would have both ears sliced off the very next second.
The extreme reversal made Mad Demon collapse mentally on the spot.
At the same time, the spectators in the stands finally reacted.
In an instant, the entire audience erupted.
"Th-this... how is this possible?"
"What just happened? Where did that sword Qi come from? Why didn't I see it at all?"
"Oh my god! Angel God above, Mad Demon's ears were actually cut off! Both of them fell to the ground."
"Is this newcomer a devil? I didn't even see him use a Soul Skill."
"He took down level forty-eight Mad Demon in an instant! Mad Demon has two Thousand-Year Soul Rings, you know! What kind of monster is this kid?"
At that moment, every spectator's face turned deathly pale.
Their earlier jeers and dismissive remarks all turned into scalding slaps, striking everyone present hard across the face.
No one dared look down on this excessively young newcomer anymore. The sheer shock felt like a hammer striking every heart.
Everyone's gaze locked onto the black-clad youth once more.
Only this time, there was no contempt left in their eyes, only utter shock.
On the arena platform, Mad Demon, unable to bear the excruciating pain, had also completely panicked.
He had dominated the Soul Fighting Arena for years and faced life-and-death situations before, but he had never fought such a bizarre battle.
He hadn't even seen her move before both his ears fell off.
His opponent's strength was completely beyond his comprehension. Their combat strength simply wasn't on the same level.
A powerful sense of impending death enveloped Mad Demon in an instant. Where was even a trace of his earlier arrogance now?
He had only one thought in his mind: admit defeat quickly, surrender at once, and get as far away from this devil as possible.
But Mad Demon was in too much pain to speak. He could only clutch his ears tightly, desperately wave his hands and shake his head at Su Zui, while muffled wails came from his throat.
The spectators below the platform felt an indescribable mixture of emotions as they watched Mad Demon.
Many of them had watched Mad Demon sweep his way through opponent after opponent.
They had watched him rampage across the Soul Fighting Arena and once rack up ten consecutive victories.
They hadn't expected Mad Demon to actually admit defeat of his own accord.
Some people couldn't help muttering to themselves.
"Oh my god! The odds on this match were a full thirty-nine to one. Surely no one actually bet on Wine Sword to win, right?"
"Wait, bro, where are you going? To the window for a smoke? Fuck, why the hell did you jump?"
The fight on the platform was still underway, yet a gambler, unable to bear the psychological pressure, had already opened a window and jumped.
After all, the rooftop was bound to be crowded soon, so this bro went down first to claim a good spot.
Tonight, many people had sold off their property to bet on Mad Demon winning, all for odds of 1.07.
But to everyone's surprise, Mad Demon had actually suffered an upset.
What was more, his opponent had sliced off his ears in a single exchange.
As a result, all the money many people had raised by selling their property went down the drain.
The person who had just jumped was only the beginning of this incident, by no means the end.
On the platform, Su Zui's gaze remained icy as he looked at the pleading Mad Demon, with no intention of letting him off.
After all, he had already said he would cut out his opponent's tongue.
Su Zui had no reason to take back his words, especially when facing a vicious criminal who had committed countless evil deeds.
Before the referee could step forward and call a halt, Su Zui flicked the Great Luo Sword Embryo slightly upward.
Another strand of soundless sword Qi shot through the air and pierced straight into Mad Demon's mouth.
Mad Demon didn't even have time to let out one last wail before his tongue was severed.
The next second, excruciating pain once again engulfed Mad Demon.
His throat began to writhe violently, and his mouth hung wide open, but he could no longer make a sound.
Then blood poured from Mad Demon's mouth in great gushes.
Seeing Mad Demon's wretched state, everyone's gaze fell on Su Zui once again.
This time, however, the shock in their eyes had turned to fear.
The youth before them was truly ruthless.
After doing all this, Su Zui remained as calm as ever, as though he had merely taken care of an insignificant matter.
Since he liked spouting arrogant words, Su Zui would utterly ruin his tongue and make sure she could never speak again.
Now that his tongue had been severed, Mad Demon couldn't even call out to admit defeat.
Mad Demon had only one thought in his mind: Run!
The Great Soul Arena had an explicit rule.
As long as both feet crossed the boundary of the platform, it counted as a voluntary surrender, and the match would be stopped immediately.
Wracked with pain, Mad Demon could no longer concern himself with appearances.
His massive body turned around awkwardly, and he took great strides, racing wildly toward the edge of the platform.
As long as he jumped off the platform, he could receive treatment and would no longer have to face this devil-like youth.
At the same time, everyone in the audience kept their eyes fixed on Mad Demon.
"He's running! Mad Demon's getting ready to run!"
"He's badly injured, but at least he hasn't been completely crippled."
Everyone assumed the duel would end there.
Yet once again, they had underestimated Su Zui's killing intent.
Just as one of Mad Demon's feet was about to cross the edge of the platform.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two more pitch-black sword lights flashed, so fast they were like meteors in the dark night, leaving no chance to react.
The two dazzling sword lights swept precisely across Mad Demon's arms.
Pfft! Pfft!
Two more jets of blood soared into the air, spraying across the white platform in a blindingly vivid sight.
The two strands of sword Qi pierced straight through Mad Demon's arms, severing the tendons in his arms as they went.
Mad Demon staggered off the platform and slammed heavily onto the hard ground.
Mad Demon's main means of attack, after all, were his two wolf claws.
And now, with the tendons in his arms severed, he had been completely reduced to a cripple.
The instant he hit the ground, searing pain and despair engulfed Mad Demon.
He couldn't even scream. He could only lie on the ground, rolling and convulsing wildly.
Medical staff quickly arrived and carried Mad Demon backstage.
Meanwhile, the hearts of the tens of thousands of spectators had risen into their throats.
Everyone remained in their viewing positions, their pupils shaking violently and their minds completely blank.