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The sounds of slaughter inside the arena gradually thinned, and in the end were replaced by dying groans, the rustle of loose stones sliding down, and the crackle of burning flames.
The scent of blood was so thick it would not disperse, mingling with the smell of dust and bone powder until it turned the stomach.
The vast central area of the Bone Arena had already become a ruined mess. Amid broken walls and crumbling remnants, the bodies of Lin Family disciples in cyan fighting clothes lay tangled with those of the arena's desperadoes.
The Azure Sword Guard had paid no small price, but the outcome of the battle was beyond doubt.
The arena's core strength had already collapsed under the combined chaos of Marcus being severely wounded by Lin Yu in one strike, the arena structure caving in, and the Azure Sword Guard's precise, ruthless purge.
The remaining thugs had long since lost the will to resist, obediently crouching on the ground and trembling.
Lin Yu stopped in front of Marcus. The bamboo-green blade of the Qinghuang Sword flowed with a cold, dim gleam in the murky light, and several drops of blood hanging from its tip fell silently.
This once-arrogant "Skull Crusher" now lay in the rubble, utterly wretched.
The rocky skin he had been so proud of was split and curled back in many places, exposing dark red flesh beneath, like a shoddy stone statue that had been cracked open.
The deepest wound was on his left shoulder, almost severing his entire arm. The wound's edges had been torn into a jagged shape by an extreme wind blade and refused to heal, while blood kept gushing out, dyeing the ground