Two butterflies circled the bald challenger, making his body burst open piece by piece like a flower blooming ever more vividly, even as his aura of life grew weaker.
Chen Lin and his two companions looked pleasantly surprised.
They also developed a keen interest in Hei Jiutian's Round Fan. Having such a formidable Nightmare Treasure would be an enormous help in exploring the Nightmare Realm.
Just then, an abrupt change occurred!
The dying challenger's gleaming bald head suddenly burst open. As flesh and blood flew, his thick beard transformed into little black snakes, breaking through their restraints and engulfing the two butterflies.
The butterflies held out for only a single breath before collapsing. The little black snakes surged onward without losing momentum, swarming toward Hei Jiutian.
Hei Jiutian's expression changed drastically. Black qi surged over his body as he prepared to unleash a secret art, but there was too little time. Before he could execute it, the black snakes filling the air enveloped him. He screamed and was devoured without so much as a scrap remaining.
In the blink of an eye, victory and defeat were reversed.
Chen Lin and his companions looked grim. They had thought Hei Jiutian was all but certain to obtain an Arena Ticket, only for things to turn out like this.
Moreover, this time the stone stele released only a single beam of white light, enveloping the bald challenger. No black light appeared. They did not know whether this meant Hei Jiutian had perished completely, without even a chance to become a Nightmare Realm creature.
"You did have a few tricks."
After the white light faded, the challenger's voice rang out.
It was still gentle as water, but now far more lively, without its previous dullness.
The challenger was no longer a bearded bald man,