Slaughter

Nobody likes to lose, and Fan Lang is no exception.

What's more, the Underground Arena has angered him by using such despicable means.

In the next gladiatorial fight, he has to win no matter what, to thwart the conspiracy of the Underground Arena, and make them lose a lot of money!

Since he's been poisoned, he has to detoxify, otherwise the chances of winning are slim. Fan Lang has two options, either to buy antidote outside, or use the system to modify his own state and eliminate the poisoned state.

In the system, the poisoned state is just a piece of data, and data can be modified!

Fan Lang weighed it and felt that modification was better. He immersed himself in the system and concentrated on modifying it.

One minute, three minutes, five minutes...

The door suddenly opened, and Dou Bao walked in with a pipe in his mouth, smiling and said, "Wanderer, the next gladiatorial fight has been arranged for you, come out."

"I'm at a critical point in my cultivation, give me a little more time." Fan Lang said while still keeping his eyes closed.

"Then you better hurry up, the audience can't wait."

"Don't worry, it won't take long."

Fan Lang stalled for time, secretly continuing to modify.

This kind of modification is like clearing garbage, to clear those harmful data.

After a few more minutes, Fan Lang finally opened his eyes, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

Modification successful!

Now he has returned to normal, feeling light and healthy, full of energy.

"Who is my next opponent?" Fan Lang asked sternly.

"It's a Gladiator named Yellow Lightning, Mystic Spirit Rank 8," Dou Bin replied.

"Yellow Lightning? Is that the foul-mouthed guy? Good, very good!"

Fan Lang's eyes lit up, very satisfied with this opponent!

He turned to look at the Butcher Girl, and smiled: "You must watch the next gladiatorial fight, see how I deal with that Yellow Lightning."

"Yes, I will go to watch the fight." A sharp look flashed in the Butcher Girl's eyes.

Fan Lang set off for the arena, Dou Bin followed behind him, revealing a sinister smile.

"Humph, causing the Underground Arena to lose so much money, it's time for you to stumble! Poisoned with two kinds of poison, let's see how you win!" Dou Bin gloated, waiting to watch the show.

Inside the arena, the crowd was boiling. The audience knew that the next person to fight was Wanderer, and they were very excited. Moreover, the odds for Wanderer in this fight were very high, and many people had bet a lot of money on him, even their entire fortune.

Two iron gates opened, and Fan Lang and Yellow Lightning each walked in.

Fan Lang's face was as deep as water, while Yellow Lightning on the opposite side wore an annoying smile.

"I've almost grown calluses from hearing your name these past two days. Everyone is blowing you up to the heavens, I want to see what you're really capable of." Yellow Lightning smiled and cracked his wrists, making a crisp popping sound.

"You will soon see my abilities." Fan Lang said calmly.

The two looked at each other, hostility emerging in their eyes, even harboring murderous intent.

Clang!

The gong sounded!

In an instant, Fan Lang was like a different person. Mystic Force surged throughout his body, pouring into the five fingers of his left hand, causing five points of light to emerge from his fingertips. His right hand drew the Flame Blaze Sword, the blade burning fiercely.

The water-like calm was shattered, transforming into a volcanic eruption of violence!

Fan Lang charged forward, stirring up a gust of wind. Yellow Lightning on the opposite side had also taken action, using a Weapon Card to transform into a long spear. With a forceful shake, arcs of electricity crackled and coiled around the spear.

Yellow Lightning locked onto Fan Lang with Spirit Eye, brandishing the spear in a series of thrusts, sending out bolts of electricity that wove together into an electric net, attempting to trap Fan Lang within.

Fan Lang leaped into the air, like a roc spreading its wings, soaring high above. His figure spun nimbly, and with a forceful flick of his left hand, the points of light on his fingers transformed into streaks of light, flying towards Yellow Lightning.

Secret Arts·Spider Web Hand!

These streaks of light were all condensed from Mystic Force, possessing great resilience. Once they stuck to the body, they would cause entanglement and restriction.

Most of the light streaks missed their mark, but one of them stuck to Yellow Lightning, with the other end sticking to the ground. The ground here was reinforced and very solid, making it difficult to break easily.

Yellow Lightning was startled and pulled hard, but failed to break the silk thread. He was like prey bound by a spider's web, falling into a passive position.

"What the hell is this?"

Yellow Lightning raised the spear in his hand and stabbed at the Mystic Force light streaks. Just then, several more streaks of light flew over, sticking to him one after another, and two more stuck to the spear.

A web of death had enveloped Yellow Lightning.

Fan Lang flicked his fingers repeatedly, continuously launching Mystic Force light streaks, using them to firmly stick Yellow Lightning in place.

Yellow Lightning was hit by more than a dozen Mystic Force light streaks, as if he had turned into a tightly bound rice dumpling, almost unable to move. He was horrified, struggling violently, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

This scene ignited the entire arena, with the audience rising from their seats and cheering loudly.

Inside a private room, the Big Boss and Dou Bin's expressions both changed.

"Didn't you say Fan Lang was poisoned? Why is he still so strong? I don't see any signs of poisoning in him. His attacks are as steady, accurate, and ruthless as before," the Big Boss said in a deep voice.

"He... he was indeed poisoned! The Attendant personally watched him drink a large mouthful of poisoned water!" Dou Bin said anxiously.

"Nonsense! He's clearly not poisoned now. Either you messed things up, or he cured himself!"

"Weakening Powder and Vision Obscuring Water are both colorless and odorless potent poisons. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have noticed them."

"Logically speaking? What do you mean, 'logically speaking'? Does he look like someone who can be judged by common sense?"

"N-no... he doesn't..."

Cold sweat streamed down Dou Bin's face.

The Big Boss's face was as gloomy as the weather, and he continued to watch the battle with a cold gaze.

Inside the arena, the outcome was already beginning to show.

"Damn it, why can't I break free!" Yellow Lightning's body crackled with electricity, trying to use lightning to break free from the light streaks, but to no avail.

In a life-or-death confrontation, a moment of slowness could lead to death, let alone being immobilized for so long.

"You groped the Butcher Girl, so I'll chop off your hands first." Fan Lang raised the Flame Blaze Sword, his expression like that of an executioner, and walked towards Yellow Lightning step by step.

"Don't, don't come over here!" Yellow Lightning's face turned pale.

"Weren't you quite arrogant just now? Why are you scared now?"

Fan Lang snorted coldly, his figure flickered, and he rushed in front of Yellow Lightning. The Flame Blaze Sword in his hand fell mercilessly, aiming at the hand that Yellow Lightning was holding the spear with.

Whoosh!

A fiery red sword aura flashed, and Yellow Lightning's hand was cut off by a single sword.

"Ah!" Yellow Lightning screamed.

This was just the beginning.

Fan Lang raised his sword and dropped it, launching a merciless slaughter, continuously slashing at Yellow Lightning's body, and finally used a move of Blazing Triple Wave, engulfing Yellow Lightning in flames.

First dismembering him into eight pieces, and then burying him in a sea of fire, this way of dying could be described as extremely miserable.

Fan Lang straightened up and stood in the center of the raging fire.

The cheers belonging to him rang out again, some people were almost crazy, especially the gamblers who had bet a lot of money.

This gladiator fight would cost the Underground Arena at least one hundred thousand taels of silver!

"Invincible Wanderer!"

"Invincible Wanderer!"

"Invincible Wanderer!"

Some people shouted until their throats were hoarse.

Fan Lang refreshed his winning streak record, and this would be the last gladiator fight he fought in the Underground Arena. He had won too many times, and the Underground Arena could no longer tolerate it. Staying any longer would be like standing under a dangerous wall.

This isn't the only place to level up, it's time for a change.

Fan Lang walked out of the arena and met the Butcher Girl guarding outside, smiling slightly and said, "How was the gladiator fight just now?"

"Wonderful!" A rare smile appeared on the Butcher Girl's face.

"Let's go, let's go find Dou Bin to get the money, and we'll leave after we get the money."

"Dou Bin?"

"That's Dou Bin!"