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"Chu Sheng? More like a beast."

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, and turned to walk back to his side of the arena.

Just then, Chu Sheng's eerie, sinister voice suddenly rang out. "Hehehe, I like your evaluation. The people I killed all did like to call me a beast."

"A powerful Soul Master like you will surely satisfy the Demon Sword's desire to kill strong foes. To kill you in my best condition, I haven't killed anyone for three days."

"If I don't kill you this time, my Demon Sword will probably take my life instead. So in this soul battle, only one of us can walk away alive. Hehehe."

Such vicious words naturally stirred intense indignation and fear among the spectators below.

He had not killed anyone for three days so that he could kill Chen Ping in his best condition. That meant Chu Sheng had previously maintained a pace of killing at least one person every three days!

During a grand event like the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Tournament, the number of visitors reached hundreds of millions. Under such circumstances, if dozens or hundreds of people disappeared every day, who would notice?

For a moment, the spectators below nearly broke out in cold sweat. Nameless fear and hatred instantly converged upon the Soul Arena.

This was already the third match.

For the Individual Elimination Match, this was a crucial point.

As long as Chen Ping won this match, he would have the right to demand the team battle begin.

If they continued fighting One-on-One like this, then as long as he won the fourth match as well, Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng would most likely choose to concede.

But if Chen Ping started the team battle and faced the Holy Spirit Cult's remaining four members alone,