36 Consecutive Wins

Boom—

The Clear Sky Hammer in Mu Ge's hand smashed into the shield before the burly man, erupting with a deafening crash.

A wave of air burst forth, sweeping in all directions.

Yet the burly man Mu Ge had attacked did not move an inch.

"Ha ha, that felt great! Again!"

Seeing that Mu Ge's attack was nothing more than this, the burly man laughed heartily.

As long as Mu Ge could not break through his defense, he was confident he could wear him down. He was a Soul Douluo, while Mu Ge was merely a Soul King.

Although reaching Soul King at Mu Ge's age was terrifying, there were several major ranks between a Soul King and a Soul Douluo. Their Soul Power was completely unequal. No matter how long they dragged this out, Mu Ge could never outlast him!

In every Hell Slaughter Arena battle he had entered before, he had relied on his powerful defense and abundant Soul Power to wear his opponents to death.

"The Clear Sky Hammer can't even break through No. 1245's defense!"

"No wonder he achieved 67 Consecutive Wins. He's ridiculously tough!"

"Looks like No. 1245 is stronger after all. The Hell Messenger is still too young—his Soul Power definitely can't compare to No. 1245's!"

"If they keep dragging this out, as long as the Hell Messenger can't break No. 1245's defense and defeat him, he's guaranteed to lose!"

"..."

Seeing the spectacle caused by Mu Ge's strike against the burly man, none of the spectators doubted that Mu Ge's attack was powerful.

But after realizing that Mu Ge's attack could not even force No. 1245 back a single step, the spectators began to think that the burly man, No. 1245, was the stronger one.

Naive!

That damn bastard isn't so simple!

Hearing those voices, Bibi Dong sneered disdainfully to herself.

Only she knew that Mu Ge had not truly exerted himself yet!

Fortunately, Mu Ge is the one facing this guy. If it were me, winning wouldn't be easy either!

Bibi Dong looked again at the burly man, No. 1245, secretly relieved.

She acknowledged his strength.

"Then let's go again. I'd like to see how many hammer strikes you can take!"

Seeing the man's arrogant demeanor, Mu Ge snorted coldly. He tightened his grip around the Clear Sky Hammer and swung it down.

Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer!

Boom—

The Clear Sky Hammer in Mu Ge's hand struck the burly man's shield with another savage blow, once again unleashing boundless shockwaves as fierce winds raged.

Boom—

Immediately afterward, Mu Ge showed no sign of stopping as he unleashed another heavy strike, once more slamming into the shield before the burly man.

Boom—

Boom—

Boom—

Mu Ge showed no mercy. Each hammer blow was stronger than the last, their power stacking continuously.

Every heavy strike smashed viciously into the shield before the burly man. It was not that Mu Ge did not want to bypass the shield—he simply could not.

Although the burly man was slower than Mu Ge, Mu Ge's speed in wielding the Clear Sky Hammer was not so fast that the man could not follow it. Relying on his extensive combat experience, he repeatedly managed to place his shield in Mu Ge's path.

Thus, later on, Mu Ge simply stopped trying to get around the shield and directly hammered away at it.

Boom, boom, boom!!!

At first, the burly man designated No. 1245 could still deal with the repeated heavy blows calmly. But as Mu Ge's hammer strikes continued to stack, his expression gradually turned ugly.

"How is this possible..."

Feeling the increasingly heavy force transmitted through his shield, the burly man was filled with disbelief. He had never expected Mu Ge's attacks to grow stronger and stronger.

But faced with Mu Ge's attacks, he could only choose to continue defending.

He could only hope that Mu Ge's heavy hammer strikes could not keep stacking indefinitely. Otherwise, if they continued to accumulate, he truly would not be able to hold on.

Boom—

The 16th hammer!

Boom—

The 25th hammer!

"The Hell Messenger can't do it!"

"Even the Clear Sky Hammer can't break No. 1245's defense!"

"He's hammered him so many times already, and it's still not enough..."

"Looks like No. 1245 is going to win!"

"No, look at No. 1245's face. Isn't it getting uglier and uglier?"

"It really does seem that way. What's going on?"

"Am I the only one who feels like the Hell Messenger's attacks are getting stronger and stronger? That can't be my imagination, right?"

"No, I feel it too..."

"..."

The spectators in the arena were all staring intently at the battle in the Hell Slaughter Arena, watching Mu Ge strike his opponent again and again.

Terrifying gale-force winds swept in every direction, filling the entire Hell Slaughter Arena.

Boom—

The 45th hammer!

Bang—

At last, as Mu Ge brought down his 45th hammer strike, the two shields in the burly man's hands shattered simultaneously, exploding into countless fragments.

"The 46th hammer!"

After shattering the shields in the burly man's hands, Mu Ge shouted lowly and swung the domineering Clear Sky Hammer in his hand at him again.

"Oh no..."

Though the burly man found it difficult to believe that the shields he held had been destroyed, he hurriedly crossed his arms and raised them before himself to block.

Thud—

Mu Ge's Clear Sky Hammer struck the man's arms, producing a dull, heavy sound.

An attack that could shatter shields struck the burly man's body, yet he managed to block it.

Clearly, with the enhancement of the Granite Tortoise Spirit, even after losing his shields, the burly man's own defense remained incredibly formidable.

Boom—

Boom—

Boom—

Mu Ge did not care whether the man's own defense was even stronger. He just kept hammering away.

At first, the burly man could still withstand it, but after Mu Ge delivered 60 strikes, he could no longer remain rooted in place and began to be driven back continuously.

"The 72nd hammer!"

Boom—

Finally, when Mu Ge domineeringly unleashed the 72nd hammer, the burly man's entire body was sent flying by his blow, unable to resist any longer.

Crack~

At the same time, the sound of the burly man's arm bones shattering rang out.

Pfft—

After landing, the burly man spat out a mouthful of blood before collapsing to the ground, unable to rise again.

"Damn it..."

The burly man struggled to get up. He refused to accept it. He still had an abundance of Soul Power, yet he had no way to put it to proper use. If he were killed like this, it would be far too humiliating.

But without being able to use his soul rings or soul skills, he had no way to maximize the power of his Soul Power.

Not just him—all Fallen Ones in Slaughter City were the same, except for Mu Ge.

"Rest in peace!"

Seeing that his opponent still wanted to get up, Mu Ge gave him no chance. His figure flashed, and the 73rd Hammer came crashing down directly onto the man's back.

Pfft—

This time, the burly man's heart ruptured instantly. His eyes flew open, his body twitched a few times, then went limp and lay completely still.

"Excellent!"

"Congratulations to our contestant No. 6018 for winning this Hell Slaughter Arena battle!"

"Congratulations to the Hell Messenger for achieving 36 Consecutive Wins!"

Seeing this, the host immediately announced Mu Ge's victory.

The spectators present were also stunned by the scene before them, staring blankly at Mu Ge's imposing figure in the arena as he carried the Clear Sky Hammer.