Second Melee

The Ogin Warrior Sword was eventually bought by a Paladin for 5.2 million gold coins.

That evening, Sun Busong took Finn to see the wealthy magnate Rivegaz, retrieved the small building that had been mortgaged, and successfully got Finn appointed to Treasure Bay's management.

"Jiaowa, this is my residence. What do you think? Not bad, right?"

After bringing Jiaowa back to his five-story wooden building, Sun Busong began to show off in all sorts of flashy ways, even personally cooking a few Earth-specialty dishes for Jiaowa.

However, this loli didn't seem easily fooled; the monetary offensive didn't have much effect. Sun Busong wasn't in a hurry, though. There was plenty of time, and going home? Not a chance!

The next morning, Sun Busong and Heavy Fist went to the arena. The competition for their tier started at 8 AM.

This time, the draw finally placed them in the same group. The 100-person free-for-all was about to begin.

"Boss, among the remaining 300 people, there are some tricky guys. These guys are determined to cripple their opponents. Many people have been scared off by their crazy fighting style. Even if their own strength is superior, they have no choice but to surrender."

"Mm, I noticed that too. They're just exploiting the mindset of these people. Think about it, this arena, while not a dungeon for cultivating Professionals like those in the major races, does allow for the resurrection of fallen fighters."

"The arena has a drawback: bones severed in combat cannot be regrown. For the sake of one victory, would you have a group of lunatics bite off a few fingers? Or have your limbs chopped off? It's simply not worth it."

Sun Busong analyzed for Heavy Fist why so many powerful Professionals would voluntarily surrender.

"I'm not afraid of them. Let them come!" Heavy Fist stomped his hooves aggressively towards his opponents.

"Nonsense, of course you're not afraid. They're not so idiotic as to try and bite your Tauren hooves," Sun Busong thought, wanting to kick him.

The countdown began. The contestants in the arena had already started forming over a dozen small battle groups. Their chances of winning were higher if they fought in groups.

"Don't be too reckless later. Your Equipment is very strong, but you only have basic Skills. If they manage to control you and focus fire, you're finished."

"Don't worry, boss. I'll just hang back and pick up the scraps, hahaha."

5

4

3

2

1

The signal flare fired, and the free-for-all began!

Since Sun Busong and Heavy Fist were only two people, they were the first targets for elimination.

Three squads of ten people charged directly at them.

"Heh! They picked the softest persimmon to step on! Then I'll send you on your way!"

Sun Busong wasn't using a shield today. He had to rush back after this match to attend the final day of the auction. The items being auctioned today were rare treasures, and he wanted to broaden his horizons.

A Tauren Warrior from the opposing side launched a Charge directly at Sun Busong. He wielded a Two-handed Axe, but Sun Busong could tell at a glance that this axe wasn't even comparable to ordinary white-grade Equipment.

Intercept!

Sun Busong also used a Skill. The Tauren met him halfway. His powerful Strength Value crushed the opponent. After Sun Busong stunned the Tauren, a number of -1300 appeared above his head, representing the HP Sun Busong had directly knocked off with his collision.

The Tauren's body remained in the charging stance where he stopped, but his HP had been completely depleted! His teammates couldn't see the damage values after he was attacked. A group of them, wielding various Weapons, charged towards Sun Busong.

"Boss, watch out!" Heavy Fist caught up to Sun Busong in two steps. He leaned his back against Sun Busong's, holding his axe in a defensive stance.

"Tch! These guys? I could let them hack at me naked, and they still couldn't kill me!" Sun Busong struck a hip-swaying pose and unleashed a sweeping attack towards the people in front of him.

"Kill him!"

A Troll Hunter, standing dozens of meters away, pointed at Sun Busong and shouted.

Charge!

Sun Busong wouldn't give him time to show off. He directly activated a Skill on a Caster Class about twenty yards away. The Mage was stunned for a second, then had his head cleaved off with an axe.

That Troll Hunter happened to be within Sun Busong's attack range now.

Heroic Leap!

This Skill could reach up to 45 yards. Sun Busong landed directly on the Troll Hunter's face, incidentally taking down several ranged Professionals around him.

After eliminating these few enemies, Sun Busong flicked the blood off his axe and turned back to look at his original position. Those who had prepared to surround Sun Busong were scared stiff!

While they were stunned, Heavy Fist killed one of them with a few axe swings.

After Sun Busong's brief moment of showing off, the people nearby turned and fled. They weren't stupid; this was a killing god. Who would seek trouble with him if they valued their lives?

Sun Busong, who had only shown off for less than five seconds, quickly ran towards Heavy Fist's position. He was invincible here, but his Tauren companion wasn't. Several arrows were already stuck in Heavy Fist's backside.

After eliminating the threats around Heavy Fist, Sun Busong suddenly realized he saw familiar faces – the two Dragonman brothers.

However, their situation wasn't good. These two big lummoxes were also targeted by other teams as the first to be eliminated. An eight-person team had them cornered near a wall in the arena.

"Warrior, go up and hold their attacks. The rest of you focus fire on the guy in the shorts. These two are tough opponents. If we take them down now, our win rate in the later one-on-one matches will be higher."

The speaker was a Ratman Mage, whose staff was of excellent green quality. He was accompanied by a Ratman Rogue.

A Human Warrior charged forward and engaged the older Dragonman brother, while the younger Dragonman was in a critical situation. His feet were being bitten by two tigers, preventing him from moving. The owners of these two tigers, two Dwarf Hunters, were relentlessly shooting arrows at him.

Seeing this, Sun Busong turned and shouted to Heavy Fist, "Hold on for a bit, I'm going to save two people. Be careful yourself!"

Before Heavy Fist could reply, he quickly charged towards the Dragonman brothers' location.

His Skills had already been used, so his speed was now only average. The arena could accommodate a hundred-person free-for-all, a distance of several hundred meters. Even with an accelerated run, it would take Sun Busong over ten seconds.

But these ten-plus seconds were enough to let the Dragonman brother fall in a pool of blood.

"No!"

The Dragonman brother watched as his younger brother was surrounded and killed by these people, but he couldn't help. That Warrior's technique was too good; he couldn't get past his control to save his brother.

"Let us go, we surrender, stop fighting!"

The Dragonman brother directly dropped his Weapon and knelt on the ground, begging these people for mercy.

But his pleas and weakness only made them more hysterical. By the time Sun Busong arrived, the Dragonman brothers had already been reduced to a bloody pulp.

Sun Busong was not a kind person, but the Dragonman brother had shown him goodwill after seeing his true face outside the arena. This had led Sun Busong to develop a certain level of recognition for the brothers.

But now, the Dragonman brother had been chopped into a bloody pulp. Sun Busong frowned, and the anger in his heart erupted.

"Die!"

The anger in his heart had become tangible, and a phantom image of an enraged Buddha appeared behind Sun Busong.

His dual axes turned into streams of deadly light, and the murderers who had slaughtered the Dragonman brother were dismembered in the blink of an eye, even their smallest toe bones were sliced into several pieces.

"You killed my brother, none of you will live!"

The Dragonman brother, now filled with hatred, used the Dragonman race's ultimate move, Jade Burn!

He self-destructed!

With a loud bang, accompanied by the Dragonman brother's self-destruction, shockwaves rolled out in a hundred-meter radius around him. Over a dozen participants, including Sun Busong, were caught in the fierce explosion.

Over a dozen damage displays of 150 points appeared above Sun Busong's head, instantly depleting nearly a tenth of his health bar.

As for the other contestants, their health bars were completely emptied, and they were instantly killed.

Sun Busong stood in a scene filled with flesh, blood, and bone fragments, dazed and stunned.

The Dragonman brother, in order to avenge his brother, chose self-destruction. This was his innate specialty, "Rather break than bend!"

When facing an unavoidable death threat, he would perish together with the enemy, converting 150% of his Strength Value, Stamina Value, and HP total into attack power, bombarding everyone within a 100-yard radius.

This self-destruction attack power was incredibly formidable, but the price was unbearable: the caster would be utterly annihilated, forever unable to undergo Resurrection!

I drank and wrote over two thousand words. I'll make it up to a few brothers this weekend!