Heir of the Bloody Arena

Facing the assault of a massive number of Giant Mammoths, the Bone Giant showed no fear whatsoever.

It put every skill it had learned on display.

Overhead slams, back suplexes, low kicks, sweeping leg kicks—it used them all.

The Giant Mammoths, only seven or eight meters tall, were mere toys before its twenty-meter frame.

One slap could send several of them flying.

But as the saying went, enough ants could gnaw an elephant to death.

There was only one Bone Giant in the end, while the Giant Mammoth Legion numbered nearly 740,000.

Fifteen minutes later, after taking out 20,000 Giant Mammoths, the Bone Giant ran out of energy, and its body crumbled apart.

This was the opportunity the Elephant Lord had been waiting for. He ordered the Giant Mammoths to use every means possible to crush the Bone Controller that emerged from the Bone Giant.

It had to be killed to avenge the Giant Thunder Mammoth.

Han Wu was not about to be outdone. He ordered the Minotaur Race, which had recovered some of their strength, to charge into the Giant Mammoths' encirclement and rescue the Bone Controller.

Another melee erupted between the two sides.

The battlefield became a chaotic mess, displaying the most primitive kind of bloodshed.

Some mammoths were torn apart, some minotaurs were trampled flat, and countless locusts were smashed into minced flesh.

Every race fought with their lives for the glory of their god.

The spectators' blood boiled. It had been a long time since they had seen such a fierce war.

Some spectators who had originally held little hope for Han Wu, after witnessing the ferocity of his races, actually went from haters to fans and began cheering for him.

"Locust Plague, go!"

"Locust Plague, use your skeletons to crush those Giant Mammoths!"

"Locust Plague, your races are so cool! I want to bear your children!"

Hearing people cheer for him, Han Wu merely smiled calmly and continued watching the battle's development.

More than 2,600 minotaurs against 720,000 Giant Mammoths should have had no advantage at all.

But when the Skeleton Race joined the battle, the situation changed.

The fallen Minotaur Race members and Giant Mammoths were resurrected in groups by the Bone Revivers, transforming into Skeleton Race members unafraid of death as they charged at the Giant Mammoths.

Giant Mammoths slain by Skeleton Mammoths would then turn into new Skeleton Race members.

As the cycle repeated, Han Wu's forces not only did not diminish, but grew ever larger.

Midway through, the Elephant Lord commanded 250 Giant War Mammoths to unleash War Stomp several times. The shockwaves shattered vast numbers of Skeleton Race members, but they could not stop the Bone Revivers' group resurrection.

As a result, over the following three hours of chaotic battle, the Elephant Lord grew more depressed with every fight.

It had started as 740,000 against 2,600. Then it became 720,000 against 22,600. Later, it was 680,000 against 60,000...

The more they fought, the more enemies there were. What the hell was the point of fighting?

The Elephant Lord's mentality completely collapsed.

He swore that once he returned to school, he would definitely absorb a divine profession capable of countering undead resurrection.

Anyone who tried to stop him would have a problem with him.

Finally, at five hours and thirty-seven minutes into the arena match, the survival rate of the Elephant Lord's Giant Mammoth Legion fell below 50%.

The Elephant Lord decisively announced his surrender.

A challenge across ranks ended with Han Wu's victory.

Then, a massive magic formation appeared in the arena, reclaiming all the flesh and blood on the ground.

The Skeleton Soldiers that had only just been born also could not escape the rules. They were drawn into the formation and transformed into energy for constructing Divine Realm Core Fragments.

Han Wu sighed. The Bloody Arena truly had the rules locked down tight, leaving him no chance whatsoever to exploit a loophole.

Taking the Divine Realm Core Fragment condensed by the formation, Han Wu was about to leave the arena.

A notification suddenly sounded by his ear. "Student Han Wu, the Bloody Arena's administrators invite you to meet with them."

The next instant, he was teleported into a magnificently decorated room.

"Do not be afraid. We are the administrators of the Bloody Arena, and we will not harm you." A dignified voice rang out beside Han Wu, but its owner was nowhere to be seen.

Han Wu feigned composure and asked, "Why did you bring me here?"

"We watched your match. There may have been an element of clever exploitation, but it also proved your ability. You are qualified to become an heir of the Bloody Arena," the dignified voice said.

Han Wu wore a strange expression, unable to grasp its meaning.

The dignified voice continued, "The Bloody Arena was originally a test designed to select an heir for its master. Any contestant capable of winning a challenge across ranks is qualified to become an heir of the Bloody Arena."

"Are you willing to become an heir of the Bloody Arena?"

At those words, Han Wu's heart pounded wildly, and he instinctively began calculating the value of the Bloody Arena.

The Bloody Arena had been built upon a colossal plane. That colossal plane alone was worth over a thousand points of divinity.

What's more, many races came and went through the Bloody Arena every day—some to compete, others to gamble.

The divine power earned from these people alone each day was no small sum.

But would such an enormous pie really fall into his lap so easily?

Challenging someone above one's level was difficult, but Han Wu absolutely did not believe he was the only one who had ever succeeded.

There had to be something fishy hidden in this.

Han Wu took a deep breath. "Before deciding whether to become an heir of the Bloody Arena, I need to know exactly how many heirs the Bloody Arena has, what benefits come with becoming one, and what responsibilities I would have to bear."

"Student Han Wu, it truly surprises us that you were not blinded by the profits before you. Since you are asking in earnest, we shall explain."

"The Bloody Arena currently has 349 heirs. Among them are 221 Divine Beings, 118 demigods, 9 true gods, and 1 main god."

"After becoming an heir, you will receive the Bloody Arena's Eternal Coordinate. You may use it to make equipment-free fixed-point teleportations across all planes recorded by the Bloody Arena. Each teleportation consumes 1 million units of divine power."

"You will also receive authorization from the Bloody Arena to establish a special Bloody Arena within your divine domain to train your followers."

"As for the responsibility you must bear, when the number of heirs reaches 500, the Bloody Arena will begin the inheritance ceremony and select the finest among the 500 heirs to become the master of the Bloody Arena. When that time comes, you must attend the ceremony."

The majestic voice explained in detail.

Han Wu's brows furrowed unconsciously.

Knowing the Bloody Arena's nature, the inheritance ceremony definitely would not be as simple as holding some ceremony.

There was a strong chance that it would make the 500 heirs slaughter one another, with the final survivor becoming the master of the Bloody Arena.

But even if he became an heir, there would only be 350 heirs in total. There was still a long way to go before reaching 500.

By the time the 500th heir appeared, perhaps he would already have become a God King.

After weighing the pros and cons, Han Wu made his decision.

"I am willing to become an heir of the Bloody Arena."

The majestic voice congratulated him. "Congratulations on becoming the 350th heir of the Bloody Arena."

Immediately afterward, a ray of blood-red light shot toward Han Wu's arm, leaving a mark unique to the Bloody Arena upon the skin.

This was the Bloody Arena's Eternal Coordinate.

As long as he was within a plane recorded by the Bloody Arena, he could use equipment-free fixed-point teleportation to travel to the Bloody Arena.

The next instant, Han Wu was teleported back to the hall.

Sensing Han Wu's aura, Tian Wen hurried over and said excitedly, "Student Han Wu, you really are my lucky star. We've struck it rich this time."

As he spoke, Tian Wen handed Han Wu a card containing 1 billion units of divine power.

This was what Han Wu had won by betting on himself.

The hand holding the card trembled slightly.

Across both his past life and this one, he had never seen such an enormous fortune.

What should he do with so much money?

For a moment, Han Wu sank into the troubles of the rich, unable to pull himself free.