The battles on the Blood Battle Platform continued.
Seventy-second match: opponent, a Six-Star Fiend. One slash.
Seventy-third match: opponent, a peak Six-Star Fiend. One slash.
Eightieth match: opponent, a peak Six-Star Fiend. Two slashes.
Eighty-first match: opponent, a Seven-Star Earthwalker. Two slashes.
Every match was a one-sided crushing defeat. Those unlucky souls forcibly selected as his opponents wore grave expressions before stepping onto the stage, and were corpses by the time they came down.
By the ninetieth match, no one dared to look Lin Qin in the eye.
The old hands who had spent years scraping by on the Blood Battle Platform all took detours when they saw him. Even the platform's managers began to develop headaches—
Forced draws were becoming increasingly difficult. Whenever someone was drawn as Lin Qin's opponent, they would break down on the spot. Some even gave up their qualifications outright, preferring to be struck off the Blood Battle Platform's roster rather than step onto the stage.
In the ninety-first match, his opponent was a Six-Star Fiend. The man dropped to his knees the moment he stepped onto the stage. "Senior, spare my life! I surrender! Can't I surrender?"
The referee's expression remained blank. "There is no surrender on the Blood Battle Platform. Fight, or die."
The man's face turned ashen. In the end, he gritted his teeth and charged forward.
One slash.
Ninety-second match, ninety-third match—
At last, the hundredth match.
His opponent was a Seven-Star Earthwalker named Tie Yun. He had specifically come to accumulate one hundred victories so that he could challenge the City Lord. He had already fought ninety-nine matches on the Blood Battle Platform, with an exceptionally high win rate. He only needed this final match to earn the right to challenge the City Lord. Yet for that final match,