Hand-to-Hand

"What is that? Am I seeing things?"

A front-row audience member was looking directly at the butcher knife in Luo Di's hand, and the reflection on the blade mirrored his own image.

However, in the illusory image reflected by the blade, he was wearing a Pig Head Mask.

The sight terrified the viewer, who trembled all over and even made a pig-like squeal.

It seemed he wasn't the only one who saw it; several other spectators around him also saw it. They quickly touched the masks on their faces and were relieved only after confirming that they weren't made of pig heads.

However, they could always hear faint squeals of pigs in the noisy environment, and some clever people realized that the weapon in the human's hand was quite unusual.

They wanted to back out and re-bet on the newcomer, but unfortunately the betting was closed and the outcome couldn't be changed.

Inside a completely enclosed octagonal cage.

Compared to his opponent who was turning into a werewolf, he was more concerned about something else.

Because of the rules of the Fighting Arena and Luo Di's inability to reveal his identity, he cannot show even the slightest trace of hellish features; even a slightly protruding spine could be noticed.

They can only fight using the most ordinary human body.

Without Hell's assistance, Luo Di has yet to fully control the special, unstable butcher knife in his hand.

Even as the knife stepped onto the arena, its instability was amplified several times over, as if the butcher knife itself had a strong emotional resonance with this place.

"It seems that getting used to solving problems as a connector isn't a good thing. I can't even handle a Corner-transforming item anymore."

Although Luo Di barely managed to control the butcher knife and it seemed fine in his hand, he was actually being affected in a reverse way.

In his field of vision, all the spectators were wearing incredibly realistic Pig Head Mask, so realistically they looked as if a hollowed-out pig head had been sewn onto their heads.

Not only that,

The cheers from the audience turned into an annoying squeal, constantly urging Luo Di to cut them down and slaughter them.

An ordinary person would probably have lost consciousness and become a killing machine.

Luo Di was alright, though the pig's squeals were indeed disturbing, because in some ways the thing in the butcher's knife was "of the same kind" as him.

Ignoring his opponent who was transforming into a werewolf, Luo Di tried to communicate with the butcher knife again in the same way he had communicated with the Zombie Blade.

"Stop squealing like a pig. Since you also enjoy killing, let's slaughter this creature together first. We can discuss your requests afterwards."

Hmph!

The only response from Luo Di was still the pig's squeal, which became even louder and more frantic, as if the conversation had provoked it.

The pig's squeals intensified, making Luo Di's brain buzz and severely disrupting his thinking.

At this time,

William, now fully transformed, pounced.

Luo Di's combat experience allowed his body to react quickly, slashing forward to meet the opponent's attack, but...

The pig-slaughtering knife that was so sharp before is now completely dull. It even feels like the blade is covered with a layer of pigskin, making it impossible to cut the werewolf in front of me.

Bite!

The butcher knife was flung high into the air and landed on the edge of the octagonal cage.

A smear of blood fell in the center of the field; someone was injured.

The werewolf's claws were still covered with pieces of clothing and bits of flesh.

Luo Di rolled to the side in a rather disheveled state, with three bleeding scratches on his shoulder.

This was the best-case scenario. After realizing that the butcher's knife could not cause any damage, Luo Di decisively rolled to the side; otherwise, his head would have been pierced through.

As the butcher knife slipped from his hand,

The influence from the pig's head disappeared completely, and the whole world became quiet, leaving only a handful of lard.

"Quite interesting..."

Looking at the butcher knife lying on the edge, Luo Di felt relieved rather than angry.

I never expected that an operation aimed at fighting would lead to something so interesting.

This butcher knife might be more suitable for him than the Zombie Blade, allowing for a more complete disguise and making him more in line with the image of a serial killer.

The audience saw that the mysterious Mr. D was injured as soon as he entered the arena, and even lost the Corner-transforming item was the most crucial to killing the Pseudo-Human.

The fighting spirit that had just risen in their hearts was completely dashed, and they gave each other a thumbs-up while booing.

[VIP Rooms]

Zombie Shia has taken off her helmet.

He changed from lying on the chair to watching, and now he presses his face against the window to observe carefully.

"Hmm? That knife is a bit strange... It doesn't seem to be a weapon made by the early pituitary gland, but rather it was taken from a Mature Imposter, or even a rather special Pseudo-Human."

Have the rules of the Fighting Arena changed? I remember that such dangerous and unstable props used to be forbidden, but now they dare to let humans use them directly. Is it just for attention?

As a zombie, Shia has an extremely sensitive sense of smell. Even in an environment with extremely high density, and even at a great distance, she can still smell a scent—the smell of pork fat from the surface of a butcher's knife. It smells both very fragrant and very fishy.

The class monitor chimed in, "This shows that my darling is very special. The Fighting Arena acknowledges him, which is why they are willing to bring out such a treasure."

It's a pity this thing is really hard to control; hopefully I'll be able to master it after the competition ends.

Shia responded, "Can you kill such a beast, whose very Phobia-concretization, without weapons?"

"Sister, you still don't trust your younger sister's judgment, do you? I used to serve different elderly people and talk to various family members every day, so my judgment is definitely not bad, you can rest assured!"

If you lose money, I'll compensate you.

"Hmm~ If you can really win with your bare hands, I'll help you report the ' Reserve Partner ' thing to the sorority."

"Thank you, sister."

The fight continues inside the octagon.

The werewolf pounced on the injured Luo Di again.

But he was thrown out with an over-the-shoulder throw and crashed heavily into the barbed wire.

During the fight, Luo Di's black trench coat was torn off, revealing the human body and special clothing hidden beneath it.

An old-fashioned leather jacket, deliberately distressed, in black.

Vintage-style work pants, dark gray.

Black socks, Oxford shoes.

Combined with the killer mask worn by Luo Di,

This image brought back memories for some viewers who enjoy horror movies, taking them back to the era when killer movies were popular.

The only pity is that this Mr. D doesn't have any weapons, otherwise he would look even more like him.

The werewolf, who was thrown against the edge of the fence, quickly adjusted his stance; the ordinary impact had no effect on him.

Just as he was about to continue hunting, he discovered that his "prey" was actually walking towards him unarmed.

However, werewolves do not have self-awareness; they simply hunt instinctively.

It pounced on its target again with the same movements.

This is the third time they have hunted.

Luo Di had already memorized the details of the other party's movements, and could react without even looking.

Despair!

A series of tongue-smashing sounds instantly drowned out the audience, and some of the viewers who were close by seemed to be able to see the tongue between the mask's mouth.

Dodge to the side!

While dodging the predator, Luo Di tucked the werewolf's right arm under his armpit.

Using his right foot as a pivot, he turned around and pinned the werewolf to the ground, grabbing its arm.

The moment of overwhelming,

Luo Di has identified his target for this operation.

He grabbed the wolf claw at the very tip of the arm, the longest and thickest claw, which was located above the middle finger and was over 20 centimeters long.

Before the werewolf could prop himself up...

Luo Di's muscles tensed, unleashing the full power he possessed in human form, even letting out a dry roar through the gaps in his mask's mouth:

Ugh!!!

Use your arms to pull upwards!

Brush!

The thick wolf claws, over twenty centimeters long, were pulled out by the roots, splattering blood everywhere. The werewolf trembled and screamed in pain.

As the wolf claws were pulled out, the werewolf's arm also broke free of its restraints and regained its freedom.

The excruciating pain fueled anger.

It provides a temporary boost to strength and speed!

Suppress!

With speed exceeding human limits, he pinned Luo Di to the ground, creating a very dangerous top-bottom position.

The wolf claws on the left and right sides completely pierced through Luo Di's abdomen, making it seem like his kidneys were about to be destroyed.

The wolf's mouth, spitting saliva and filled with fangs, opened and locked onto its target's head.

He will have dinner tonight in the octagon.

Lean down and bite!

Just as the wolf's fangs were about to strike Luo Di's face,

Something came from the side.

Whoosh!

The wolf's mouth stopped in front of Luo Di, dripping with saliva mixed with brain matter and blood.

The longest and thickest wolf claw that Luo Di had just pulled out had already pierced the wolf's head, reaching all the way to the pituitary gland in the brain.

Boom!

The werewolf, weighing over 300 pounds, collapsed heavily to the ground.

A special kind of nutrition, which could neither be seen nor tasted, flowed into Luo Di's back, and his entire spine trembled with satisfaction.

at the same time,

A deafening roar of cheers erupted Fighting Arena.