Six Demon Bag

Sun Busong himself was caught in the blast. Just before the explosion, he had been rushing over to try to save the two brothers, but he was still a step too late. The force of the blast sent him flying more than ten meters, while the other contestants surrounding the dragonkin brothers were blown apart, limbs and flesh scattering everywhere. The Warrior who had been holding the older brother back was blown straight into a cloud of blood.

Sun Busong shook his head, trying to clear the dizziness from the impact. He slowly sat up and stared blankly at the cloud of blood that still hung before him.

The power of that skill was terrifying. It was a forbidden spell that was cruel to its user and even crueler to its enemies. Many of the people killed in the blast had entered the tournament, paying the five-hundred-Gold-Coin entry fee so they could be resurrected if they died. But now they could never come back to life. Not even a god could resurrect them after they had been blown to pieces.

The other contestants still fighting for their lives were also shaken by such an extreme attack skill—except for the lunatics! These desperate fighters, willing to risk everything for the tournament prize money, saw their opponents hesitate and became even more reckless, resorting to ever more brutal and underhanded tactics.

"I surrender!"

After using his last-ditch survival skill, a well-equipped mage quickly retreated to the side and shouted up at the Eye of Surveillance hovering over the arena.

His opponent, an Orc Warrior carrying a cheap cleaver and wearing battered Plate Armor, bared his teeth and made an insulting gesture at him!

In the arena, once a contestant surrendered, no one else was allowed to attack them. After they surrendered, the arena's magic would protect them and they would be moved to the safe zone.

If anyone kept attacking after their opponent surrendered, the arena's magic would attack them directly. The response varied depending on the situation. If they couldn't stop in time because they had already launched a skill or a ranged attack, the arena would first magically protect the surrendering contestant, then warn the attacker.

In the other case, the opponent had already surrendered, but the attacker ignored the warning and continued attacking. The arena would then use powerful magic to instantly kill the rule-breaker.

Only a handful of people surrendered. The melee in the arena continued, and those lunatics fighting for the tournament rewards certainly weren't going to surrender.

The contestants who were strong, well-equipped, and level-headed wouldn't retreat over what had happened, either. They had come here to train their mental fortitude and challenge their limits.

The shouts of battle in the distance snapped Sun Busong out of his daze. The blank look on his face slowly turned savage.

He had entered the arena just for fun. On his first day, he had worn defensive gear and never intended to kill anyone. Even if he accidentally killed someone, it would be one of the well-equipped contestants, who had surely entered the tournament and would be resurrected if they died.

But yesterday, after the match ended, he had overheard people talking and learned that some of those who entered the deathmatch were lunatics!

If that was the case, he didn't need to keep holding on to any misplaced compassion. He could kill whoever needed killing—and rack up some Slaughter Value while he was at it.

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

To Sun Busong, the brothers would have been worth only two points of Slaughter Value in any other situation. But yesterday, they had shown him goodwill, even after the younger brother had seen his true appearance.

If he couldn't save them, then everyone in the arena could die with them!

Sun Busong swept his gaze over all the contestants and gave a cold laugh. His twin axes flashed in his hands. Then let it all be destroyed!

There were around fifty opponents left. Sun Busong decided that everyone who hadn't surrendered deserved to die.

His skills had cooled down, and the nameless fury inside him was burning so fiercely that all he wanted was to kill!

In his eyes, every living person deserved to die with them!

The eight-man group nearest to him were already corpses in his eyes. He unleashed skill after skill, and in less than a minute, he had slaughtered every opponent within forty yards.

They hadn't even had a chance to surrender before he killed them all. Those who had entered the tournament were fortunate: they had merely been killed instantly, without losing any limbs. The lunatics weren't granted the same mercy.

Heavy Fist had been with Sun Busong for a long time, but even he was frightened this time. His boss was like a demon god, leaving no survivors wherever he went.

The contestants farther from Sun Busong saw the unstoppable butcher in the arena and immediately decided to surrender, afraid that if they were even a second too slow, they would be destroyed by that streak of devastation.

Three minutes later, only Sun Busong and Heavy Fist remained in the arena!

"Boss! It's me!"

Even Heavy Fist, who feared nothing, had lost his nerve. He was afraid his boss might get so carried away that he would kill one of his own!

It wasn't that the arena's monitoring systems were slow to react. They simply couldn't keep up with Sun Busong's killing speed.

One leaping strike was enough to kill several people!

An electronic voice rang out through the arena.

"Group Two's melee is over. Two contestants remain. They will advance to tomorrow's final!"

When the announcement sounded, the contestants in the other two melees were completely confused.

Aside from the audience watching Group Two and the contestants who had been lucky enough to surrender in time, everyone else was baffled.

"Two? What does that mean? Weren't the ten survivors supposed to compete tomorrow?"

"Who knows? Maybe they made a mistake!"

They never imagined that only two people had survived the second melee.

"Boss, are you all right?"

The Tauren Heavy Fist cautiously approached Sun Busong.

"I'm fine. I just got carried away and killed a few too many."

Hearing that, Heavy Fist couldn't help shuddering.

Thank goodness the boss still knew I was one of his own. Otherwise, this old Tauren would've been done for too.

After leaving the arena, Sun Busong took Heavy Fist back to Treasure Bay to attend the final day of the auction. Finn had taken care of everything and was waiting for Sun Busong to arrive.

"You did well. You don't need to worry about what comes next. Go get me something to eat. I think I'm a little hungry."

This was the first time Finn had seen his master speak to him without any expression on his face.

When Finn saw Sun Busong looking toward the auction stage, he quietly nudged the Tauren with his elbow.

"What's wrong with the master today? He seems so scary!"

Sun Busong was usually all smiles around them. Finn was a clever Goblin, and he could tell that his master was different today.

"Keep your voice down. I don't know what's gotten into the boss, either, but he went on a rampage in the arena today. He killed everyone, whether they were Gnomes, humans, or elves, and even tore 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 dragonkin who had blown himself up had nothing to do with him.

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

"Yeah. I'll go get the master some food, then. Keep an eye on things here."

"Don't worry."

The auction hall was still bustling. The guests bid lavishly on anything that caught their eye, without batting an eyelid.

But Sun Busong wasn't interested in any of it. He could make some of the potions and rare items himself. If he had enough materials, he could even make equipment and weapons above level 60.

Before long, though, an interesting item appeared on the stage.

"Next up for auction is a rather unusual item. It's an accessory. As everyone knows, each of us can equip only two accessories, so we're all very cautious when choosing them. But I doubt anyone will pass up this one. It's called the Six Demon Bag!"

Some of the people in the hall had heard of this accessory and immediately grew excited.

"The Six Demon Bag! Is there really such a legendary accessory? I thought it was something people had just made up!"

"Legendary quality! I heard the Six Demon Bag can randomly cast a spell to attack enemies. They say it has thousands of different spells, and it never casts the same one twice."

"That's right! Physical fighters can use it, too. It doesn't require Mana Value, and its cooldown is very short. You can use it once every minute."

"I've heard the Six Demon Bag is a godsend for Magic Professionals. The random spells it casts are boosted by the user's magic attack power."

"My goodness! Is such an accessory really up for auction? This is going to be quite a show. Ha ha! I can't afford something like that, but the people in that private room on the second floor will surely do whatever it takes to buy it!"

When the people in the hall heard that, they all fell silent and turned to look at the mysterious private room on the second floor.

Sun Busong wasn't sure exactly what the Six Demon Bag did, but if it worked the way everyone claimed, then he would have to compete for it!

"Everyone, please look at the stage!"

The Goblin Rank spoke loudly through the speakers.

Everyone's gaze shifted to the stage.

The accessory was shaped like a small pouch. A series of multicolored lights radiated from it, making everyone who looked at it feel an intense desire to own it.

"Now, let the bidding begin! The starting price is one million Gold Coins, and each bid must be at least ten thousand Gold Coins higher!"

The hall erupted into a cacophony as everyone called out their bids. Some of the wealthier merchants had already driven the price of the Six Demon Bag up to three million Gold Coins!

"Finn, do you have any special connections who could find out more about this item? For example, who made it, or where it dropped?"

Sun Busong figured it would be difficult to win the item. At this rate, the Six Demon Bag would probably sell for at least eight million Gold Coins.

Finn had already brought Sun Busong some food and was standing beside him, ready to serve him at any moment.

"Master, I've already looked into this accessory. It dropped from a small boss in a level-40-plus instance, but that instance has already been cleared. It'll be difficult for us to get another one."

Sun Busong rubbed his nonexistent beard, troubled.

"Mm, got it."

After thinking it over again, Sun Busong decided he should at least try. Maybe the wealthy people in the other second-floor rooms wouldn't be interested in the Six Demon Bag.

"Finn, bid eight million Gold Coins!"

"Yes!" Finn replied, then carried a bidding paddle out of the private room.

"Private Room Six bids eight million Gold Coins! This high roller has jumped into the contest for the Six Demon Bag with a bid three million Gold Coins above the previous high! We have another big spender joining the fray!"

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

The disgusting host had just made Sun Busong a whole lot of enemies!

The customers in the auction hall hadn't thought much of it, but after the host's little stunt, they all turned their attention to Sun Busong's private room.

A storm of curses erupted, with people shouting all kinds of abuse.

Sun Busong was so furious he wanted to drag the host outside and execute him a hundred times.

The noise and insults weren't going to change anything.

The Goblin Rank had already begun the countdown.

"Eight million Gold Coins, going twice!"

"Will anyone bid higher? If no one offers more than eight million Gold Coins, then the Six Demon Bag will belong to the high roller in Private Room Six!"

"Anyone? Really, no one?"

Damn it!

Sun Busong had already been in a bad mood today, and he couldn't take it anymore.

Just then, a masked person stepped out of mysterious Private Room Two, holding up a paddle with the number 8.5 million written on it!

"Boss, let me take some men and rob them! They're definitely doing this on purpose!"

Heavy Fist was so furious that heat seemed to pour from his nostrils. Finn was standing closest to him, and the little Goblin nearly stumbled from the gust of hot air.

But Sun Busong had already noticed something.

Whenever Private Room Two had wanted an item, they had always crushed everyone else with a huge bid.

But this time, they had raised the price by only five hundred thousand.

That was worth thinking about.

"Finn, raise the bid to 9.5 million! They must be out of money!"

As soon as Finn heard his master, he hurried off to change the number on the paddle.

"9.5 million! Ha ha! The high roller in Private Room Six isn't backing down at all, raising the bid by another million!"

"Let's cheer on the customers in Private Room Two! Private Room Two, show us that strength of yours! Keep up your usual style and crush the competition!"

The Goblin host really was trying to stir up trouble!

After he finished speaking, some troublemakers actually began cheering for Private Room Two!

Sun Busong was so angry his lips were trembling.

The four masked people in Private Room Two were furious, too.

Sun Busong had guessed correctly: they really were out of money. Until now, they had always crushed the other customers with bids a whole tier above theirs.

But they couldn't come up with another nine million now. There was no doubt who would end up with the Six Demon Bag.

"Find an opportunity to kill that Goblin!"

The masked man seated at the head of Private Room Two frowned deeply. He was even angrier.

He couldn't afford the item he wanted, and that lousy host was still trying to stir up trouble. He was losing face.

Three minutes later, with Private Room Two remaining silent, Sun Busong got the Six Demon Bag as he had hoped.

Sun Busong stood up, walked out of his private room, and clasped his hands toward Private Room Two.

"Thank you for letting me have it. To show my appreciation, I won't bid on anything else that appears in the auction for the rest of the day."

Hmph!

As long as Sun Busong didn't compete with Private Room Two, the other people present would surely avoid provoking them, too.

That way, the auction house wouldn't have another bidding war like this over the remaining items.

Besides, Sun Busong was out of money anyway. It wouldn't hurt to do them a favor.

Someone came out of the room across from him, clasped his hands, and said, "Thank you!"

Today's update came a little late!