Trash to Be Swept Away
"Challenge successful. Player Xu Zhi has earned 75 challenge points." The notification rang out, announcing the end of the challenge. The arena's lockdown vanished right after, and Xu Huo's score rose to 765.
"When you lose a challenge match, half your personal points are deducted," a player watching nearby said. "You'll only get half."
Xu Huo said nothing. Instead, he looked at the nearby arenas.
Zhang Mi had been killed half a minute ago. Marg and Ding Xiang were still fighting hard, but Xu Huo had kept his word and immediately challenged Tomorrow I Don't Eat Breakfast.
The man had picked up some new injuries. He hadn't expected Xu Huo to come challenge him without missing a beat, and couldn't help laughing. "Poison can certainly catch people off guard, but you don't have that advantage anymore."
"Don't waste your energy worrying about that before you die," Xu Huo said coolly.
This player was indeed much more cautious than Gray. He was probably afraid Xu Huo would use poison, and kept a certain distance from him throughout the fight.
Xu Huo traded blows with him evenly. Just as it looked like the fight might become a stalemate, Yilan walked up to the lockdown barrier.
For some reason, the man, who had been completely focused on the fight, suddenly faltered. Xu Huo seized that moment of distraction and chopped off one of his arms!
After that, the outcome was no longer in doubt. Even if the two sides had been evenly matched, the severely wounded one was bound to fall behind as time went on.
A flash of cold light from the long saber streaked across the arena again. Tomorrow I Don't Eat Breakfast's head hit the ground.
Xu Huo's score climbed past one thousand.
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