Dai Tianyu's 89-Win Streak

Dai Tianyu cursed inwardly, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly.

This is his junior apprentice.

The Xiao San he both loved and hated.

In the center of the arena, Tang San raised his right hand and gently clenched his fist.

The bodies of the nine people exploded simultaneously as the vines tightened, turning into pools of blood that spilled across the center of the field.

The blood flowed into a small stream, gleaming with a cold, eerie light under the purple moonlight.

Tang San withdrew his hand, and the vines slowly retreated into the ground and disappeared, as if they had never existed.

The cheers from the stands reached their peak.

"Asura King! Eighty-one consecutive wins! Eighty-one consecutive wins!"

Tang San turned and walked off the field. His steps were unhurried, his long blue-gold hair fluttering gently in the wind, and his expression was calm.

Dai Tianyu stood at the edge of the stands, arms crossed, a wide smile spreading across his face.

He gave Tang San a thumbs-up and shouted, "Xiao San, well done!"

Tang San walked to his side, and the two smiled at each other.

"How are you feeling?" Dai Tianyu asked.

Tang San nodded. "Not bad. But a few people coordinated quite well and almost broke my killing formation."

Dai Tianyu raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Someone else can break your vines?"

Tang San said softly, "That guy with the twin swords is very fast."

"If I hadn't laid the vines on the ground beforehand, he might have actually cut down a few of them."

Fu Ze stood to the side, his face cold and stern. His gaze swept over the two of them, and he said in a deep voice, "You two, don't forget there's still a competition."

Dai Tianyu turned to look at him. "Uncle Ze, do you have a performance today?"

Fu Ze nodded. "Yes. Two more matches and it'll be my turn."

Dai Tianyu grinned. "Then we'll go cheer you on."

Fu Ze shook his head. "No need. You should go back and rest. The Young Master said not to waste your energy in the stands."

Dai Tianyu pursed his lips, wanting to say something, but Tang San stopped him.

"Uncle Ze is right," Tang San said softly. "Master said we should maintain our condition and not do anything unnecessary."

Dai Tianyu sighed, "Alright then. Good luck, Uncle Ze."

Fu Ze nodded without saying anything.

The two turned and walked out of the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Back at my lodgings, the purple moonlight spilled onto the bare trees, casting dappled shadows.

Fu Shiyan is not here.

Dai Tianyu walked into the courtyard where the group was now living, plopped down on a stone bench, put his hands behind his head, and looked up at the purple moon.

Tang San sat opposite him and began to review the day's battle.

The two remained silent for a moment.

Dai Tianyu suddenly asked, "Xiao San, what level are you now?"

Tang San paused slightly, looked up at him, and said, "Level 53."

Dai Tianyu's lips curled up slightly. "I'm level 57."

Tang San nodded. "I know."

Dai Tianyu raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you surprised?"

Tang San shook his head. "Your talent is better than mine, so it's normal that you improve faster."

Dai Tianyu's smile froze slightly, then returned to normal.

He sighed, looked up at the moon, and whispered:

"What's the use of having talent? When I fight you, I'm still held back."

Tang San said softly, "That's because you're not used to my fighting style. If you can adapt, defeating me will be easy."

Dai Tianyu shook his head. "It's not a matter of habit. It's that you have too many control methods, so many that it's suffocating."

He paused, then continued, "You know what? Sometimes I think, if I weren't your senior brother, but your opponent, how would I beat you?"

Tang San looked at him without saying a word.

Dai Tianyu continued, "I will close the distance immediately, not giving you a chance to unleash your Spirit Skill."

"Your Self-Created Soul Skill is powerful, but it requires time and space to set up. If I can strike first, you might not be able to block my punch."

Tang San nodded. "You're right. That is indeed my weakness."

Dai Tianyu grinned. "So, Xiao San, you still need to keep practicing. Don't think that an 81-game winning streak is amazing. In my eyes, you still have a long way to go."

Tang San's lips curled slightly upward, revealing a faint smile, "Okay. I will continue practicing."

The two looked at each other and laughed simultaneously.

In the distance, Fu Ze's figure appeared at the courtyard gate.

He strode into the courtyard, still clutching the dark halberd in his hand, its blade stained with undried blood.

Dai Tianyu stood up and asked, "Uncle Ze, did you win?"

Fu Ze nodded, his tone flat. "Mm."

Dai Tianyu asked again, "How many moves?"

Fu Ze held up one finger.

Dai Tianyu gasped, "One move?! Uncle Ze, you're too fierce!"

Fu Ze shook his head and said, "The opponents weren't very strong."

Fu Ze didn't say anything more. He walked to the stone bench, sat down, and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Dai Tianyu glanced at him, then turned to Tang San and said in a low voice, "Uncle Ze is a monster."

Tang San said softly, "Master said that Uncle Ze has far more combat experience than us. He can achieve the greatest effect with the least amount of effort."

Dai Tianyu nodded, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

Night deepened.

A purple moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie light over the Slaughter City.

Fu Shiyan still hasn't returned.

Dai Tianyu yawned and stood up. "I'm going to sleep. Xiao San, you should go to sleep early too."

Tang San nodded. "Okay."

The two went back to their respective rooms.

Fu Ze sat on the stone bench, eyes closed, motionless.

The next day.

Hell Slaughter Arena.

Today is Dai Tianyu's match. He has already won 88 matches, and if he wins this one more, he will be one step closer to winning 100 matches.

The stands were packed.

The audience chanted the code name "Fierce Tiger King" wildly, their eyes filled with fervor.

Dai Tianyu stood in the center of the field, his black hair fluttering gently in the wind, arms crossed, a defiant smile on his lips.

Nine people stood opposite him.

The nine people looked at him with eyes full of fear.

Fierce Tiger King. Eighty-eight-game winning streak. Never lost.

Dai Tianyu tilted his head, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes. "Come at me all at once, don't waste time."

The nine men exchanged a glance, let out a roar, and charged at him!

Dai Tianyu's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of dull thuds rang out as the nine men were struck as if by a giant hammer, flying backward and crashing heavily against the wall at the edge of the stands.

Blood splattered everywhere, and screams of agony rose and fell.

The battle was over in less than three breaths.

Dai Tianyu withdrew his fist, patted his trouser leg, and turned to walk off the field.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the stands.

"Fierce Tiger King! Eighty-nine consecutive wins! Eighty-nine consecutive wins!"