Six Demon Bag

Sun Busong was also caught in the self-detonation. Before the explosion, he was rapidly approaching, trying to save the two brothers, but he was still a step too late. The force of the explosion sent him flying more than ten meters. The other contestants surrounding the Dragonman brothers were blown to pieces, their flesh and blood flying everywhere. The Warrior who had been holding back the elder Dragonman brother was blown into a mist of blood.

Sun Busong shook his head, clearing the dizziness from the shock. He slowly sat up and looked at the mist of blood that had yet to dissipate before him, his eyes vacant.

The power of this Skill was too great. It was a forbidden spell that was cruel to oneself and even crueler to enemies. Many of those killed by the explosion were participants in the Arena competition. The 500 Gold Coin registration fee they paid was actually for Resurrection after death. But now, they would never be able to resurrect. Even if a god came, they couldn't resurrect them after they were blown into dust.

The other contestants still fighting for their lives were also shocked by this extreme attack Skill, except for the lunatics! These desperate individuals, vying for the grand prize, became even more reckless and resorted to more brutal and despicable tactics when they saw the hesitation in their opponents' eyes.

"I surrender!"

A Mage with decent Equipment, after using his last life-saving Skill, quickly retreated to the side and shouted loudly at the surveillance eye floating in the Arena's air.

His opponent, an Orc Warrior wielding a crude bone-cutting knife and wearing tattered Plate Armor, bared his teeth and made an insulting gesture at him!

In the Arena, once a contestant surrendered, no one else could attack them. After surrendering, they would be protected by the Arena's magic and retreat to the safe zone.

If anyone continued to attack a surrendered opponent, the Arena's magic would directly attack that person. This situation was handled in two ways. One was when the attack couldn't be stopped, and the Skill or ranged attack had already been launched. In this case, the Arena would first protect the surrendering player with magic and then issue a warning to the attacker.

The other situation was when the opponent had already surrendered, but the attacker ignored the warning and continued to attack. The Arena would directly use a powerful magic to instantly kill the rule-breaker.

Surrender was only for a select few; the free-for-all battle in the Arena continued. The lunatics aiming for the competition prize would certainly not surrender.

And those strong, well-equipped, and calm contestants would not back down because of this incident. They came here precisely to temper their minds and challenge their limits.

Sun Busong was jolted back to reality by the distant sounds of shouting and killing. The vacant look on his face gradually turned fierce.

He had originally signed up for the Arena just for fun. On the first day, he had worn his defensive Equipment and had no intention of killing anyone. Even if he made a mistake, it would be against contestants with better Equipment, who would surely be resurrected even if they died.

But yesterday, after the match, he overheard a conversation and learned that some of the people participating in the deathmatch were lunatics!

Since that was the case, he no longer needed to hold onto his saintly mentality. He would kill whoever needed to be killed, and he could even gain some Slaughter Value.

He hadn't expected the Dragonman brothers he met yesterday to die tragically before his eyes today.

To Sun Busong, the Dragonman brothers would have just been two points of Slaughter Value in any other situation. But yesterday, these two brothers had shown him kindness, and that was after the younger Dragonman had seen his true form.

Since he couldn't save them, he would make everyone in the Arena pay with their lives!

His gaze swept across all the remaining contestants. Sun Busong chuckled coldly, his twin axes flashing with cold light. Let destruction come!

There were about fifty opponents remaining in the Arena. Sun Busong felt that none of them, except those who surrendered, deserved to live.

His Skills had cooled down, and the nameless rage burning in his heart made him want nothing but to kill!

In his eyes, everyone alive deserved to be buried with them!

The closest group of eight people to him were already dead in his eyes. He unleashed his Skills one after another, and in less than a minute, Sun Busong had instantly killed all opponents within a forty-yard radius around him.

These people didn't even have a chance to surrender; he had killed them all. It would have been fine if they had registered for the Arena competition; they were instantly killed but not dismembered. But those lunatics didn't get such preferential treatment.

Heavy Fist, although he had been with Sun Busong for quite some time, was still intimidated this time. His boss was like a demon god, leaving no survivors wherever he went.

The contestants farther away from Sun Busong, seeing the unstoppable butcher in the center of the Arena, their first reaction was to quickly surrender, fearing that if they were even half a second slower in shouting, they would be destroyed by that destructive light.

Three minutes later, only Sun Busong and Heavy Fist remained on the field!

"Boss! It's me!"

Even Heavy Fist, with his fearless personality, was scared at this moment. He worried that his boss, in his killing frenzy, might even kill his own people!

It wasn't that the Arena's monitoring facilities were slow, but they simply couldn't keep up with Sun Busong's killing efficiency.

With one leap attack, several people were instantly killed!

An electronic synthesized voice echoed through the Arena.

"The second group free-for-all has ended. Two contestants remain. They will advance to tomorrow's final!"

When this announcement sounded, the contestants in the other two group free-for-alls were all confused by the notification.

Except for the spectators watching the second group's free-for-all and the lucky contestants who surrendered in time, everyone else was bewildered.

"Two people! What does that mean? Didn't they say that the ten survivors could participate in tomorrow's competition?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's a system error!"

They never considered that only two people had survived the second free-for-all.

"Boss, are you okay?"

The Tauren Heavy Fist cautiously approached Sun Busong.

"I'm fine. I just couldn't hold back and killed a bit too many."

Upon hearing this, Heavy Fist couldn't help but shiver.

Thank goodness my boss still knows I'm one of them, or this old Tauren might have been done for.

After the Arena match ended, Sun Busong took Heavy Fist and left the Arena, returning to Treasure Bay to attend the last day of the auction. Finn had already handled everything and was just waiting for Sun Busong's arrival.

"You did well. You don't need to worry about the rest. Go prepare something for me to eat; I think I'm a bit hungry."

This was the first time Finn had seen his master speak to him with a completely blank expression.

When Finn saw Sun Busong looking towards the exhibition stand, he quietly nudged the Tauren with his elbow.

"What's wrong with Master today? He feels so scary!"

The usual Sun Busong was always smiling and joking with them. Finn, being a very intelligent Goblin, clearly sensed that his master was different today.

"Keep your voice down. I don't know what's gotten into the boss today, but he went absolutely berserk in the Arena. He didn't spare any of the Gnomes or Humans, or Elves. He even dismembered a Troll Hunter into eight pieces."

Heavy Fist didn't know what had happened to Sun Busong in the Arena yesterday, so as far as he was concerned, the Dragonman who self-destructed had nothing to do with him.

"Anyway, as long as we're careful, we'll be fine. The boss won't hurt us."

"Mhm, I'll go prepare some food for the Master. You keep an eye on things here."

"Don't worry."

The atmosphere in the Auction Hall was still boisterous. The guests didn't even blink when they spent a fortune on items they fancied.

However, Sun Busong wasn't interested in these items. He could craft some of the Potions and rare items himself. If he had enough materials, he could craft Equipment and Weapons above level 60.

But soon, an interesting item appeared on the stage.

"The item we are about to auction is a bit special. It's an accessory. As you all know, we can only equip two accessories at a time, so we are very cautious with our choices. But this accessory, I believe none of you will easily give up. It's called the Six Demon Bag!"

Some people in the crowd had heard of this accessory and immediately became agitated.

"The Six Demon Bag! Does such an epic-grade accessory really exist? I thought it was just something people imagined."

"Epic-grade! I heard that the Six Demon Bag can randomly cast a spell to attack enemies. They say it can cast thousands of different spells, and never the same one twice."

"That's right! And Physical users can use it too, without needing mana. Plus, its cooldown is very short, usable once every minute."

"I heard that the Six Demon Bag is a divine artifact for Magic Professionals, as the random spells it casts can be amplified by the user's magic attack power."

"Heavens! Does such an accessory really exist? Then today's auction is going to be interesting, hahaha. I can't afford such a thing, but the people in the private box on the second floor will definitely spare no expense to buy the Six Demon Bag!"

Hearing this remark, everyone in the crowd fell silent. Their eyes all turned towards the mysterious private box on the second floor.

Sun Busong wasn't entirely clear about the specific effects of the Six Demon Bag, but if it really had the effects these people described, then he would have to fight for it!

"Now, please direct your attention to the stage!"

Goblin Rank announced loudly through the loudspeaker.

People's gazes immediately shifted to the stage.

This accessory, shaped like a small pouch, emanated colorful light, instilling an urgent desire to possess it in anyone who glanced at it.

"Now, please place your bids. The starting price is 1 million Gold Coins, and each bid must increase by at least 10,000 Gold Coins!"

The hall was already abuzz with excitement. People eagerly shouted out their prices. Some powerful merchants had already bid the Six Demon Bag up to 3 million Gold Coins!

"Finn, do you have any special channels for this Equipment? Can you find out more specific information about the Six Demon Bag, like who made it, or where it drops."

Sun Busong felt it would be difficult to acquire this Equipment. Given the current trend, the final price of the Six Demon Bag would likely not be less than 8 million Gold Coins.

Finn, who had just brought food for Sun Busong, stood beside him, ready to serve.

"Master, I've inquired about this accessory. It's obtained from a minor boss in a Secret Realm of level 40 or above. However, that Secret Realm has already been conquered, so it might be a bit difficult for us to obtain it now."

Sun Busong stroked his non-existent beard, looking somewhat troubled.

"Mhm, I understand."

After considering it again, Sun Busong decided to give it a try. What if the wealthy people on the second floor weren't interested in the Six Demon Bag?

"Finn, bid 8 million Gold Coins directly!"

"Yes!" With that, Finn walked out of the private box, holding up a bidding paddle.

"Private Box Six bids 8 million Gold Coins! This distinguished patron has forcefully entered the competition for the Six Demon Bag with a price exceeding the highest bid by 3 million Gold Coins. We once again witness a new distinguished patron!"

"Let's give him a round of applause!"

This disgusting host forcefully drew animosity towards Sun Busong!

The customers in the Auction Hall hadn't had any particular feelings initially, but after the host's announcement, their gazes immediately focused on the private box where Sun Busong was.

A torrent of insults erupted, with all sorts of curses being hurled.

Sun Busong was so angry he wanted to have the host shot a hundred times.

The noise and insults were of no use.

Goblin Rank had already begun the countdown.

"8 million Gold Coins, second call!"

"Are there any higher bids? If no one bids higher than 8 million Gold Coins, then this Six Demon Bag will belong to the distinguished patron of Private Box Six."

"Are there any more? Is there really no one else?"

Damn it!

Sun Busong was already in a bad mood today, and he truly couldn't hold back anymore.

Just then, a masked figure emerged from the mysterious Private Box Two. The paddle in his hand read, 8.5 million!

"Boss, let me take some people to rob them! These guys are definitely doing it on purpose!"

Heavy Fist was so furious that heat waves were spewing from his nostrils. Finn, standing closest to him, the short Goblin, stumbled from the blast of air.

But Sun Busong, at this moment, seemed to have noticed something.

The second private room, which had always been dominant, would crush everyone present with a high price whenever they encountered an item they desired.

But this time, they only bid an additional 500,000?

This was something to ponder.

"Finn, directly show the 9.5 million bid! They must be out of money!"

Upon hearing their master speak, Finn immediately scurried over to change the number on the bid card.

"9.5 million! Hahaha, the big spender in private room six isn't backing down at all, directly increasing the bid by 1 million!"

"Let's all cheer for the client in private room two! Private room two, show your dominance and continue your usual style, crush them!"

The goblin auctioneer truly feared no chaos!

After he finished speaking, some busybodies actually started cheering for private room two!

Sun Busong's lips trembled with anger.

At this moment, the four masked individuals in private room two were also extremely annoyed.

Sun Busong's guess was correct; they were indeed out of money. They had always crushed other customers by bidding at a price point significantly higher than everyone else.

But they couldn't come up with 9 million anymore. The ownership of the Six Demon Bag seemed to be settled.

"Find an opportunity to kill this goblin!"

The masked man in the main seat of private room two frowned. He was even angrier.

He couldn't afford the item he wanted, and this trash auctioneer was hyping things up, which made him lose face.

Three minutes later, with private room two remaining silent, Sun Busong got the Six Demon Bag as he wished.

Sun Busong left his seat, walked out of the private room, and cupped his fist in the direction of private room two.

"Thank you for completing my wish, opposite private room. To show my gratitude, I won't be bidding on any other items that appear for the rest of the auction."

Hmph!

As long as Sun Busong didn't compete with private room two, the others present definitely wouldn't seek out such an uncomfortable situation.

This way, for the remaining items, the Auction House wouldn't see prices being driven up wildly.

Anyway, Sun Busong was also out of money, so giving them a favor was a good idea.

Someone from the opposite side also came out and cupped his fists towards Sun Busong, saying, "Thank you!"

Today's update is a bit late!