The Ogin Warrior Sword ultimately went to a Paladin, who bought it for 5.2 million Gold Coins.
That evening, Sun Busong took Finn to see the wealthy Rivegaz. He got the little building he'd put up as collateral back, and successfully got Finn a position in Treasure Bay's administration.
"Jiaowa, this is where I live. What do you think? Not bad, right?"
After bringing Jiaowa back to his five-story wooden house, Sun Busong began showing off in every way he could think of. He even cooked several dishes from Earth for her himself.
But the little girl didn't seem easy to fool. His money offensive hadn't had much effect. Sun Busong wasn't in a hurry, though. There was plenty of time. Want to go home? Not a chance!
Early the next morning, Sun Busong and Heavy Fist went to the arena. The matches for their level bracket started at eight.
This time, the draw finally put them in the same group. The hundred-person free-for-all was about to begin.
"Boss, there are some tough customers among the remaining three hundred. They're determined to cripple their opponents. A lot of people have been intimidated by their crazy fighting style. Even those stronger than them have had no choice but to surrender."
"Yeah, I can see that too. They're counting on everyone's mindset—that's why they fight like this. Think about it: this arena isn't one of those dungeons used by the major races to train Caster Classes, but it can still resurrect contestants who die in battle."
"The arena has one drawback: bones that get chopped off in a fight can't be restored. It's not worth losing a few fingers—or getting all your limbs cut off—to win one match against a bunch of lunatics."
Sun Busong explained to Heavy Fist why so many powerful fighters were choosing to surrender.
"I'm not afraid of them! Let them come!" Heavy Fist raised a hoof at the opponents across from him, full of fighting spirit.
"Of course you're not afraid. Even the biggest idiots aren't going to come over and bite your cow hooves." Sun Busong really wanted to kick him.
The countdown began. The contestants in the arena were already splitting into more than a dozen small groups. Fighting in a pack gave them better odds of winning.
"Don't get too reckless later. Your gear may be powerful, but you only have basic skills. If they manage to control you and focus their attacks on you, you're done for."
"Don't worry, Boss. I'll just stay behind you and pick up the scraps. Hahaha!"
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The signal flare went off. The battle royale began!
Since Sun Busong and Heavy Fist were only a pair, they became the first targets the others wanted to eliminate.
Three ten-person teams charged straight at them.
"Heh! You picked the wrong soft target! I'll send you on your way!"
Sun Busong hadn't brought his shield today. After this match, he had to hurry back for the last day of the auction. The items on sale today were all rare treasures, and he wanted to broaden his horizons.
A Tauren Warrior charged straight at Sun Busong. He was wielding a Two-handed Axe, but Sun Busong could tell at a glance that it wasn't even ordinary white-quality gear.
Intercept!
Sun Busong used a skill too. The Tauren met him halfway, but Sun Busong's tremendous Strength Value crushed his opponent outright. The Tauren was stunned, and a -1300 appeared above his head: the damage Sun Busong had dealt with the collision.
The Tauren's body remained frozen in the posture of a charge, but his Health Points had already been completely depleted! His teammates couldn't see the damage numbers, and the whole group charged at Sun Busong with all kinds of weapons.
"Boss, watch out!" Heavy Fist caught up with Sun Busong in two strides. He pressed his back against Sun Busong's and raised his axe in a defensive stance.
"Tch! These guys couldn't kill me even if I took all my clothes off and let them hack away!" Sun Busong thrust out his hips and gave the people in front of him a little shake.
"Kill him!"
A Troll Hunter stood dozens of meters away and shouted, pointing at Sun Busong.
Charge!
Sun Busong wasn't about to give him time to show off. He used a skill on a Caster Class who was more than twenty yards away. The mage was stunned for a second, then Sun Busong chopped his head off with an axe.
The Troll Hunter was now within Sun Busong's attack range.
Heroic Leap!
This skill had a maximum range of forty-five yards. Sun Busong landed right on the Troll Hunter's face, taking out several ranged fighters beside him as well.
After killing those enemies, Sun Busong shook the blood off his axe and turned back toward where he'd been. The idiots who'd planned to gang up on him were completely stunned!
While they were still dazed, Heavy Fist took the opportunity to kill one of them with a few swings of his axe.
After Sun Busong had pulled off his big show, the people nearby turned and ran. They weren't stupid. He was a killing machine—only someone with a death wish would pick a fight with him.
Sun Busong's showboating lasted less than five seconds before he rushed back to Heavy Fist. He was invincible here, but his Tauren friend wasn't. Several arrows were already sticking out of Heavy Fist's backside.
After taking out the threats near Heavy Fist, Sun Busong suddenly spotted some familiar faces: the two Dragonman brothers.
But they weren't in a good situation. Other teams had also chosen the two big guys as their first targets. An eight-man team had cornered them near a wall inside the arena.
"Warrior, get in there and hold them off! Everyone else, focus fire on the one wearing only shorts first. These two are tough. If we take them out now, our odds will be better in the one-on-one rounds later."
The speaker was a Ratmen mage. His staff was actually green-quality, and he had a Ratmen Rogue beside him.
A Human Warrior rushed in and engaged the older Dragonman brother, while the younger brother was in grave danger. Two tigers had clamped onto his legs, keeping him from moving, while their owners—two Dwarf Hunters—fired arrows at him relentlessly.
Seeing this, Sun Busong turned and shouted to Heavy Fist, "Hold on for a bit! I'm going to save two people. Be careful!"
Before Heavy Fist could reply, Sun Busong was already sprinting toward the Dragonman brothers.
He'd already used up his skills, so his speed was only average now. The arena could hold a hundred fighters battling at once, and it was hundreds of meters across. Even at a sprint, it would take Sun Busong more than ten seconds to reach them.
But ten seconds was more than enough for the younger Dragonman to fall into a pool of blood.
"No!"
The older Dragonman watched his younger brother get surrounded and slaughtered, but there was nothing he could do to help. The Warrior fighting him was skilled enough that he couldn't get past his opponent and reach his brother.
"Let us go! We surrender! Stop fighting!"
The older Dragonman dropped his weapon and fell to his knees, begging them for mercy.
But his pleas and weakness only drove the group into a greater frenzy. By the time Sun Busong arrived, the Dragonman brothers had already been reduced to a pile of mangled flesh.
Sun Busong wasn't a good man, but the younger Dragonman had still shown him kindness after seeing his true form outside the arena. That had earned the brothers a measure of his respect.
Now the younger Dragonman had been hacked into a bloody mess. Sun Busong's brow furrowed, and the anger in his heart erupted.
"Die!"
The rage in his heart took physical form. Behind Sun Busong appeared the phantom of a Buddha glaring furiously.
His twin axes became streaks of deadly light. In the blink of an eye, the people who'd butchered the younger Dragonman were torn apart, flesh from bone. He even chopped the smallest toe bones into several pieces.
"You killed my brother. None of you are getting out alive!"
Consumed by hatred, the older Dragonman used the Dragonman race's ultimate skill: Jade Burn!
He blew himself up!
A tremendous boom rang out. As the older Dragonman detonated, waves of force rippled across the hundred-meter radius around him. More than a dozen contestants, including Sun Busong, were caught in the violent blast.
More than a dozen damage numbers, each showing 150, appeared above Sun Busong's head. His health bar instantly lost nearly a tenth of its total.
The other contestants' health bars were instantly wiped out.
Sun Busong stood dazed and bewildered amid a scene filled with flesh and shattered bones.
The older Dragonman had chosen to blow himself up to avenge his younger brother. This was his innate talent: he would rather break than bend!
When faced with an unavoidable threat of death, he took his enemies with him, converting 150% of his total Strength Value, Stamina Value, and Health Points into attack power and blasting everyone within a hundred meters.
The explosive attack was incredibly powerful, but the price was unbearable: the user's soul was obliterated, and they could never be resurrected!
I've been drinking, so I only managed to write a little over two thousand words. It's the weekend, so I'll make it up to you, brothers!
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