Octopus Monster from Ao Country

Tang Jishaqiu is dressed in a retro-style Knight's Attire, which looks as if he stepped out of an ancient Middle Ages painting.

The fitted leather top gleams with a soft sheen, its delicate patterns resembling mysterious symbols left by time, telling tales of past glory.

His breeches were tight, highlighting the strong and powerful muscle lines of his legs, and you could feel the explosive power in every movement.

He wore a pair of black knee-high boots, the uppers of which were inlaid with metallic patterns that shimmered with a cold, stern light in the sunlight.

Each impact of the boot heel against the ground produced a solid and steady sound.

He wore a helmet with a tall crown, and his sharp eyes, shining like cold stars, revealed an unwavering determination.

He gripped a long spear tightly in his hand. The spear shaft was made of extremely hard refined iron, and its surface was engraved with ancient patterns, adding a touch of mystery to the spear.

The length of the spear shaft complemented Tang Jishaqiu's physique perfectly; when he gripped the shaft, it was as if he had become one with the spear.

The spearhead was incredibly sharp, like the fangs of the Grim Reaper, gleaming with a chilling light that seemed to pierce the soul, inspiring fear in all who beheld it.

Tang Jishaqiu roared and thrust his spear forward like Flood Dragon emerging from the sea.

This thrust contained immense power; the spear sliced through the air with a sharp, whistling sound, as if it were an ancient war song.

Immediately afterwards, he exerted force, the gun barrel shook violently, and a powerful force spread from his arm throughout the entire gun.

In an instant, the tip of the spear transformed into several afterimages. These afterimages flickered and crisscrossed in the air like ghosts, making it impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion. Each afterimage carried a deadly threat.

Tang Jishaqiu Sandbar charged towards its opponent like a tiger descending a mountain.

Every step he took was full of power, leaving deep footprints on the ground beneath his feet, raising dust and creating a cloud of smoke behind him, like the smoke of battle.

He was like a war machine running at full power, with an indomitable spirit, determined to crush his opponent.

His opponent was a young man dressed in casual clothes.

His casual clothes looked ordinary, but they had a unique quality. The loose-fitting top and comfortable trousers did not hinder his agility at all.

He wore a nonchalant expression, as if the battle before him was just a lighthearted game.

However, the thick, long chains that seemed casually wrapped around his arms revealed an unusual aura.

The chain was made of a special metal, and each link emitted a faint, cold light. The chain was of just the right length, like a python ready to strike at any moment.

When the chillingly sharp spear tip of Tang Jishaqiu Sand Dunes approached his face like lightning, he showed no panic whatsoever.

With a lightning-fast flick of his wrist, the hand bound by chains rose cleanly and decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

The muscles in his arm tensed instantly, unleashing astonishing power that directly deflected Tang Jishaqiu's incredibly sharp spear thrust.

The spear and chain collided with a deafening roar, bursting forth with dazzling sparks, like fireworks blooming in the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, he flicked his wrist, and the chains that had been wrapped around his arm shot out like an enraged python.

The chains stretched rapidly through the air, each link making a rustling sound as it moved at high speed, much like the sound of a python's scales rubbing together.

This "python" lunged at Tang Jishaqiu Sand Dunes with fierce momentum. Wherever it passed, the air was violently stirred up, forming a powerful airflow, like the roar of a ferocious beast.

Tang Jishaqiu saw the chains lunging at him like pythons. He twisted his body sharply, pushed off the ground with both feet, and leaped high into the air like a soaring eagle, easily dodging the fierce attack.

The chain whistled past the soles of his shoes, slamming hard into the ground and creating a deep crater, sending pebbles flying.

Tang Jishaqiu Sandbar flipped in mid-air and landed steadily. Before the opponent could launch another attack, he took the initiative to strike.

He propelled himself forward like an arrow, his legs springing to the ground, and charged toward his opponent. His spear tip struck three times, leaving three blades in its wake, the wind whistling as if tearing through space itself.

Upon seeing this, the young man's lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smirk.

He moved his hands rapidly, and the chains seemed to come alive, swirling and dancing around him, forming a solid defensive line.

The chains made a sharp sound as they rubbed against the air, as if defying the Dunes of Tang Jishaqiu.

A series of metallic clanging sounds and sparks flew from the protective wall of spears and chains at Tang Jishaqiu.

But he showed no sign of backing down; instead, he launched an even fiercer offensive, each thrust carrying immense force as he attempted to break through the seemingly impenetrable defense.

The young man was not to be outdone. He manipulated the chains to change their shape constantly, sometimes turning them into long whips that lashed at Tang Jishaqiu, and sometimes gathering them into a ball that smashed down on Tang Jishaqiu like a heavy hammer.

The two fought fiercely, their battle creating a tense atmosphere that seemed to ignite the surrounding air.

Just as the two sides were deadlocked, a resolute look suddenly flashed in Tang Jishaqiu's eyes.

He suddenly took a few steps back, then held his spear to his side, rapidly alternating his footsteps on the ground. His Knight's Attire billowed in the wind, as if a mysterious power was awakening within him.

"Knight's Charge!" Tang Jishaqiu shouted, rushing towards the youth like a bolt of lightning.

His speed was so fast that he left only a blurry afterimage.

The spear stretched out in front of him, its tip gleaming with a chilling light.

The young man was terrified. He tried to manipulate the chains to resist, but it was too late.

Tang Jishaqiu Dune's charge, imbued with all his strength and conviction, was unstoppable.

The spear tip struck the chain with precision, and the incredibly tough chain, before this immense power, was as fragile as a thread, instantly severed.

The spear tip, undiminished in its momentum, pierced the youth's chest like the Scythe of death.

The young man's eyes widened, an expression of disbelief on his face. Before he could react, the enormous impact sent him flying.

His body flew over the edge of the ring like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground below, raising a cloud of dust.

Arena number eight.

An astonishing scene unfolded: a young man with a thick beard swayed, and then wisps of black energy spread from his body outwards.

Tentacle-like things extended from his sides, and in the next moment, he transformed into an ugly but terrifying Octopus Monster.