Slaughter

No one liked to lose, and Fan Lang was no exception.

What was more, the Underground Arena had used such despicable tactics against him. They had already enraged him.

No matter what, he had to win the next duel. He had to make the Underground Arena's scheme fail and make them lose a huge sum of money!

Since he had been poisoned, he had to detoxify himself. Otherwise, his chances of winning were slim. Fan Lang had two options: buy an antidote outside, or use the system to alter his condition and erase the poisoned status.

Within the system, the poisoned status was just a piece of data. And if it was data, it could be modified!

After weighing his options, Fan Lang decided modification was the better choice. He immersed himself in the system and focused completely on making the changes.

One minute, three minutes, five minutes...

The door suddenly opened. Dou Bao entered with a pipe clenched between his teeth and said with a grin, "Wanderer, your next duel has been arranged. Come out."

"I'm at a critical point in my cultivation. Give me a little more time." Fan Lang kept his eyes closed as he spoke.

"Then you'd better hurry. The audience can barely wait any longer."

"Relax. It won't take long."

Fan Lang stalled for time while secretly continuing the modifications.

This process was like clearing out trash—he had to remove all that harmful data.

A few more minutes passed before Fan Lang finally opened his eyes, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.

The modification had succeeded!

He had returned to normal. His body felt light and healthy, brimming with vigor.

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

"A gladiator named Yellow Lightning, Mystic Spirit Rank 8," Dou Bin replied.

"Yellow Lightning? That foul-mouthed bastard? Good. Very good!"

Fan Lang's eyes lit up. He was extremely satisfied with this opponent!

He turned to Butcher Girl and smiled. "You have to watch the next duel. See how I deal with Yellow Lightning."

"Mhm. I'll go watch." A fierce glint flashed through Butcher Girl's eyes.

Fan Lang headed for the Duel Arena, with Dou Bin following behind him wearing a sinister grin.

"Hmph. You made the Underground Arena lose so much money. It's time for you to suffer a setback! You've been poisoned with two kinds of poison—let's see how you win now!" Dou Bin gloated as he waited for the show.

Inside the Duel Arena, voices surged like a tide. The audience knew that Wanderer would be fighting next, and they were all fired up. His odds were high this time, and many had placed huge bets on him, some even staking their entire fortunes.

The two Iron Gates opened, and Fan Lang and Yellow Lightning entered from opposite sides.

Fan Lang's face was as still as water, while Yellow Lightning wore an irritating grin.

"I've heard your name so much these past two days that my ears are growing calluses. Everyone's been talking you up like you're some kind of god. Let's see what you're really capable of." Yellow Lightning smiled as he cracked his wrists, producing sharp popping sounds.

"You'll see what I'm capable of soon enough," Fan Lang said calmly.

The two stared at each other, hostility rising in their gazes, with killing intent hidden beneath it.

Clang!

The gong rang!

In an instant, Fan Lang seemed to become a different person. Mystic Power surged through his body and poured into the five fingers of his left hand, five points of light appearing at his fingertips. With his right hand, he drew the Flame Blaze Sword, its blade blazing fiercely.

The waterlike calm shattered, transforming into volcanic fury!

Fan Lang charged forward, kicking up a violent gust. Yellow Lightning moved as well, using a Weapon Card to conjure a long spear. With a hard shake, lightning wrapped around the spear, crackling loudly.

Yellow Lightning locked onto Fan Lang with his Spirit Eye and thrust his spear again and again. Bolts of lightning shot out, weaving into an electric net in an attempt to trap Fan Lang within it.

Fan Lang leaped into the air like a roc spreading its wings. His body spun nimbly as he flicked his left hand, turning the points of light on his fingers into streaks that flew toward Yellow Lightning.

Secret Art: Spider Web Hand!

These streaks were condensed from Mystic Power and possessed tremendous resilience. Once they touched someone, they would bind and restrict them.

Most of the streaks missed, but one stuck to Yellow Lightning, its other end adhered to the ground. The floor here had been reinforced and was extremely sturdy. It could not be shattered easily.

Yellow Lightning was startled. He yanked hard, but failed to break the thread. Like prey ensnared by a spider's silk, he fell into a passive position.

"What the hell is this?"

Yellow Lightning raised his long spear and stabbed at the thread of Mystic Power. At that moment, several more streaks flew over and stuck to his body one after another. Two even latched onto the long spear.

A net of death had already enveloped Yellow Lightning.

Fan Lang flicked his fingers repeatedly, shooting out more threads of Mystic Power and binding Yellow Lightning tightly.

Yellow Lightning was struck by more than a dozen threads of Mystic Power, turning him into a tightly trussed rice dumpling, almost completely unable to move. His face changed dramatically as he struggled violently, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

This sight ignited the entire arena. The spectators in the front rows leaped to their feet and cheered loudly.

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

"Didn't you say Fan Lang had been poisoned? Why is he still so strong? I can't see any sign of poisoning. His attacks are as steady, accurate, and ruthless as ever," Big Boss said darkly.

"H-he really was poisoned! The attendant saw him drink a huge mouthful of poisoned water with his own eyes!" Dou Bin said urgently.

"Bullshit. He clearly isn't poisoned now. Either you idiots messed it up, or he detoxified himself!"

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

"Logically? What the hell does that mean? Does he look like someone you can judge by common sense?"

"N-no..."

Cold sweat ran down Dou Bin's face.

Big Boss's expression darkened like a stormy sky as he continued watching the duel with icy eyes.

Within the Duel Arena, the outcome was already beginning to show.

"Damn it, why won't these things break?!" Lightning crackled across Yellow Lightning's body as he tried to use electricity to break free from the threads, but it was completely futile.

In a life-and-death battle, even a second of sluggishness could bring fatal disaster, let alone being immobilized for so long.

"You put your filthy hands on Butcher Girl. Then I'll cut off your hand first." Fan Lang raised the Flame Blaze Sword, his expression that of an executioner as he walked toward Yellow Lightning step by step.

"D-don't come any closer!" Yellow Lightning's face turned deathly pale.

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

Fan Lang snorted coldly. His body flashed as he rushed before Yellow Lightning, bringing the Flame Blaze Sword down mercilessly at the hand gripping the long spear.

Slash!

A crimson sword aura flashed, and Yellow Lightning's hand was severed in a single strike.

"Aah!" Yellow Lightning screamed.

This was only the beginning.

Fan Lang raised and lowered his sword, beginning a merciless slaughter. He slashed Yellow Lightning again and again, then finally unleashed Blazing Triple Wave, engulfing Yellow Lightning in flames.

First hacked into pieces, then buried in a sea of fire—his death could not have been more miserable.

Fan Lang straightened up and stood amid the blazing flames.

Cheers for him erupted once more. Some people were nearly insane, especially the gamblers who had placed enormous bets.

This duel alone would make the Underground Arena lose at least one hundred thousand taels of silver!

"Invincible Wanderer!"

"Invincible Wanderer!"

"Invincible Wanderer!"

Some people shouted until their voices went hoarse.

Fan Lang had refreshed his winning streak record, but this would be his last duel in the Underground Arena. He had won too many times, and the Underground Arena could no longer tolerate him. Staying any longer would be like standing beneath a crumbling wall.

There was more than one place to level up. It was time to change locations.

Fan Lang walked out of the Duel Arena and found Butcher Girl waiting outside. He smiled slightly and asked, "How was that duel just now?"

"Spectacular!" A rare hint of a smile appeared on Butcher Girl's face.

"Come on. Let's go get money from that idiot, then leave once we have it."

"That idiot?"

"Dou Bin!"