Arena

In that strange realm where countless broken swords were buried, Roland's repeated provocations finally drove Tagore into a complete rage, transforming him into a Nine-Tailed Beast, a hundred meters long and covered in blood red.

An extremely violent and bloodthirsty aura emanated from his body, adding to the already eerie atmosphere and making it even more sinister and terrifying.

Roland became slightly wary. He was a peak demigod, and as a Five-Star Prodigy, he had slain gods—more than one. Yet, Tagore, now in his transformed form, posed a threat, demonstrating just how terrifying Tagore's power was.

Tagore's fiery eyes were fixed on Roland. Although Roland couldn't see his gaze, he could tell clearly that Tagore was very unhappy. As for why Tagore had suddenly gone berserk, he had no idea. He vaguely felt it had something to do with the Cat Teaser Stick. "Could it be... he doesn't like Cat Teaser Stick? But the advertisement says it's a toy that no feline can resist... Damn it, it seems I've been fooled by the advertisement again. This time, I'm definitely going to find a lawyer and sue that company that sells Cat Teaser Stick!"

After staring at Roland for a while, Tagore's gaze shifted slightly downwards, landing on the Cat Teaser Stick. Almost simultaneously, he roared angrily at Roland and launched an attack.

Roland also noticed the shift in his gaze, which confirmed to him the reason for Tagore's anger.

"It really is that damn Cat Teaser Stick that's the problem! No matter which company it is, you're doomed!" Roland cursed angrily while defending himself.

Tagore's attacks carried a powerful spatial tearing ability. Even within Roland's Exclusive Domain, space was still torn apart by his attacks. Each claw strike tore a black gap in space, resembling an irregular, man-eating maw that would grow larger and larger, ripples outwards.

This kind of attack, imbued with spatial attributes, can cause damage far beyond what ordinary attacks can match. Especially after Tiger's size increased, the power of each of his attacks is no less than that of a peak demigod.

But most of his attacks were blocked by Roland.

Roland held his sword in one hand, and his size appeared extremely small in front of that terrifying black man-eating maw. But each time the black rift approached, he simply flicked the tip of his sword, and the black man-eating maw vanished into nothingness.

Suddenly, an attack veered off course, striking the ground in the distance. The terrifying attack didn't produce a loud explosion; instead, it silently sank into the earth. The ground trembled violently, and a crack appeared where Tagore had struck, rapidly widening and extending outwards. Several minutes later, the commotion finally subsided. The attack hadn't left just a simple trench; it had cleaved the entire ground in two, creating a canyon hundreds of meters wide and of unfathomable depth.

Tagore's attack has clearly affected the essence of Roland's domain. In other words, if his attack power or accumulated attacks reach a certain threshold, he could very well break Roland's domain. In a sense, he is already a powerhouse on par with Roland.

After the domain had suffered three waves of such attacks, Roland knew that continuing to let Tagore vent his anger was not an option. Once the domain shattered, repairing it would take time, and more importantly, he and Tagore were currently in a bustling city. If the domain broke, the combined power of two demigods would be enough to cause severe damage to a large area nearby, resulting in numerous casualties.

"I'm sorry, little kitty, but for everyone's safety, I have no choice but to use drastic measures." Roland had been on the defensive, but he knew that this wouldn't work. After slicing through one of Tagore's attacks with his sword, he raised his hand, the tip of his sword pointing diagonally upwards at Tagore.

His action immediately alerted Tagore, who indeed sensed the danger.

In fact, this move is indeed very dangerous.

The moment the sword tip locked onto Tagore, the ground in the entire area began to tremble. Strange, soft hums emanated from the earth, starting as a few but growing more numerous and intense. Suddenly, the first longsword burst from the ground, shooting towards Tagore with lightning speed. Then, a second, a third... one after another, longswords seemed to spring forth from the ground like living things, like countless streaks of lightning streaking across the sky, relentlessly attacking Tagore's location.

Tagore's massive figure was instantly swallowed up by tens of thousands of longswords of various shapes...

Bigge stood in a circular arena, a arena he clearly remembered fighting in. Strange cipher symbols were printed in the center of the arena, and the surrounding circular stands were exactly as he remembered.

In the vast arena, he was all alone. Bigge looked at his hands; it seemed his physique had returned to normal. And the long sword hanging at his right hip was the familiar Dark Blade.

His memories of the arena were vivid. Every so often, he was forced to participate in one-on-one duels. Each time, he faced only one opponent, but each one was terrifyingly powerful. Only by killing his opponent could he leave the arena. Before each battle, he was fed countless body-enhancing potions, and after each battle, he was fed countless Body Cultivation potions. The constant stimulation from these various potions caused his physique to grow to an abnormally large size.

Opposite where Bigge was standing was a gate made of some unknown metal, a gate a hundred meters wide and thirty meters high. Behind the heavy gate were Battle Cage.

The Battle Cage is where challengers appear, and those being challenged must arrive at the arena beforehand to wait. Bigge is undoubtedly the one being challenged at this moment, which is why he is in the center of the arena.

Under his gaze, the heavy gate slowly rose with the dragging sound of chains.

Bigge knew that his opponent was about to appear.

This time, however, will be an unprecedented challenge for him. He is only Eleventh Order genetic being, while among the challengers are demigods, and seemingly more than one. Demigods, if calculated according to genetic levels, are fourteenth-tier, but in reality, after reaching demigod status, their Combat Strength is a hundred times stronger than at thirteenth-tier—equivalent to two major tiers. In other words, Bigge wants to fight a demigod, his Combat Strength must surpass four major tiers of his own genetic level.

Bigge wasn't too worried about this. He dared to accept the challenge because he was confident. Since his battle with Harley, his memories of the sword had fully awakened. And the subsequent battles allowed him to slowly regain his former feeling. In fact, now, a casual strike of his already considerable Combat Strength amplified more than ten thousand times; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to so easily overpower those prodigies who could fight across three major levels.

Before the gates were fully opened, some people inside the Battle Cage had already started making moves.

Several figures quickly closed in on Bigge, and two gunners also launched an attack from a distance. The terrifying and dense barrage of fire, enveloped in the force of the attack, resembled a meteor shower streaking across the sky.

Bigge knew that standing still would only make him an easy target for the gunners. He moved swiftly, easily dodging the gun attacks, and his primary targets were the two gunners. Both gunners were peak Thirteenth-Order Gene Body experts, just one step away from becoming demigods.

Realizing Bigge's intentions, the two gunsmiths ran off in two different directions, and the others immediately came to stop them.

But Bigge is a different person now. Wielding the Dark Blade, he only needed to swing it once to unleash a black energy beam that shot out from the blade like a dark crescent moon, instantly severing the three Thirteenth-Order Gene Body who were trying to intercept him.

This attack made Bigge discover that the energy emanating from the blade was no longer purely internal force; a peculiar energy had been added by Darkness. This energy was clearly of a higher grade than internal force, easily tearing through the protective internal force of the three Thirteenth-Order Gene Body, slicing them in half like tofu.

Bigge originally thought that this strike would only force the enemy back and at most cause some injury, but he did not expect it to have such an effect, and he was obviously a little surprised.

However, he didn't change his target. Gunners were indeed a very troublesome class. When a martial artist encountered a team attack, eliminating the gunner was always the first thing they had to do. This was because once they encountered a gunner who focused on team support, they would be hampered in various ways during the battle. Most importantly, although Bigge's Combat Strength was very strong, his defense hadn't actually improved much. Facing a 13th-tier gunner, if he was caught out, it could be fatal.

The two gunsmiths were quickly killed by Bigge, and all those who tried to stop them, except for the three God-rank experts, were killed by Bigge.

Of the ninety-nine enemies, twenty-three were killed by Bigge in less than ten minutes, and that number continues to rise.

Bigge's attacks, while capable of killing Thirteenth-Order Gene Body, seem to have limited effect on demigods.

Therefore, his approach was simple: he didn't directly engage the demigods in combat. Each time, he would use a single strike to repel the pursuing demigods, and then use the next strike to slash at the remaining ones.

Half an hour later, only four people remained in the vast arena: Bigge and three other demigods. (To be continued.)