The Strange Tales Building Was Shaken, a Weapon That Severed Immortality, and the Old Ones Came After the Young!

Inside the Strange Tales Building, the players were buzzing with discussion, their emotions growing increasingly agitated.

A gray-robed man with a weasel-like face hardened his expression and decisively shouted to the sky, "Arena, I challenge the Mad King Building Player, Purgatory!"

"Zhao Quan, are you crazy? You haven't even investigated the other party's background before making these moves?! Bei Moting is just a tenant." A player from the Strange Tales Building said unhappily.

"Heh, he's not after revenge, he's afraid we'll initiate the Duel first." Another giant-faced man said with a displeased expression.

"Then he'll have to be able to hold out!" another monkey-faced man said coldly.

The players in these Strange Tales Building are all quite unique.

Some people have three arms, some are covered in festering sores, and some are holding a ghost bride in their arms.

They are both Strange Tale and people.

"Whether we can hold out or not, you'll find out then," Zhao Quan replied with a cold laugh.

The next second, he vanished.

"They actually agreed!"

Is that new guy an idiot?

Are all the people at Mad King Building this reckless?

The players of the Strange Tales Building were outraged, wishing they had initiated the Duel challenge first.

Although Xu Lang killed Bei Moting, no one really took Xu Lang seriously.

Because Xu Lang is a sixth-term player.

So newbie.

This time, twenty-nine fireworks also exploded in the sky Arena.

Six scarlet blossoms, twenty-three pale purple blossoms.

Zhao Quan appeared in the rest room of the Strange Tales Building, took a deep breath, and recalled the battles between Xu Lang and Bei Moting. He already had a 90% chance of winning.

We can win!

He quickly walked out of the deep corridor and arrived at the Arena, where he found Xu Lang already waiting at the other end, seemingly even more impatient than himself.

Both contestants can take the stage early to begin their Duel.

Seeing the intense tension between the two sides, the players were all excited.

"This time it was a combo ticket, no loss at all, watching three shows in a row, hahaha!"

"That kid's blade can cut through the immortal; the players from the Strange Tales Building will definitely fight him to the death."

"Maybe we can watch four games!"

"By the way, have you guys heard of the Mad King Building? It can't really be a new building in Phase 6, can it?"

"There are thousands upon thousands of Dormitory Building Dormitory Building, so it's not surprising to find a few you've never heard of."

Over at the Sacrifice Building, the players burst into laughter.

They were just bystanders, with no personal grudges or entanglements.

While defeating players in other buildings earns you Duel Points, battles between players within the same building actually yield more.

Without a strong purpose or grudge, no one really wants to go to the Arena.

"Holy crap, why is Lang Ge on stage again?!"

"This is outrageous! It's another challenge initiated by players from the Strange Tales Building!"

"This is also a pure duel. To put it bluntly, the other side is just afraid that Lang Ge will use his transformation card. What a petty person!"

"If you're not brothers, how do you know the other person knows Lang Ge has a transformation card?"

"You're not me, how do you know I didn't know the other side knew Lang Ge had a transformation card? Anyway, the other side, absolutely, damn it, can't afford to play this game!"

After the previous victory, which was a foregone conclusion, the atmosphere among the Mad King Building Player gradually became more heated.

"That person must be very strong, perhaps even confident of beating Lang Ge, otherwise they wouldn't have gone on stage," Cao Yaxuan said worriedly.

Wang Yazhi glanced at Cao Yaxuan and said, "Trust Xu Lang."

Although Cao Yaxuan- xuan often jokes around with Xu Lang, her care for him is undeniable.

Whenever Xu Lang is in danger, his biggest worry is Cao Yaxuan.

Even knowing that Xu Lang had never lost and was invincible, she couldn't suppress this worry.

In this respect, Tong Qi performed better than Cao Yaxuan.

"Don't worry, Sister Yaxuan, Lang Ge will be fine." Tong Qi patted Cao Yaxuan on the shoulder.

"Just watch how Lang Ge beats him up!" Xu Xiaomeng said, clenching her fist.

"Hehe, it seems the players in your building are quite concerned about you." Zhao Quan glanced towards the Mad King Building's seating area, then turned his gaze to Xu Lang: "Looks like you have a pretty good reputation."

Xu Lang: "..."

Can we please not talk about this?

Seeing the change in Xu Lang's expression, Zhao Quan assumed he had applied enough pressure. He clapped his hands together and said in a deep voice, "What a pity, you'll never see them again!"

A black vortex appeared out of thin air, inside which was a red lacquered wooden box.

Snap~

The vortex disappeared, the red lacquered wooden box landed on the ground, and a stooped old woman with red hair walked out from it.

Exposure Exposure Exposure~

The sound of chewing filled the room, incredibly eerie.

The sound was coming from the red-haired old woman's mouth; she seemed to be chewing rotten teeth, or perhaps eating peas.

"Grandma, please stop eating my finger, it hurts so much." A little boy whimpered softly, clinging to Zhao Quan's back. One of his index fingers was already bulging out, and it was currently in his grandmother's mouth.

[Nightmare Eye - Red-Haired Grandmother: The grandmother who cooked her grandson to death, was trapped in a cupboard by her granddaughter while cooking her, and was scalded to death with boiling water.]

When Xu Lang heard the little boy begging for mercy, his index finger started to feel uncomfortable.

"It feels so familiar..."

Xu Lang felt like he was reliving a nightmare.

In my past nightmares, these ghostly things were everywhere.

"These are the players from the Strange Tales Building! It's a life-or-death situation from the moment they step in!"

"Yes, if you can't figure out a way to break it, you can only wait to die, unless you have exceptionally high curse resistance."

"This Zhao Quan seems to have been dominating all his games before; he's won almost ten in a row."

"Hehe, I hope Purgatory wins. If the players from the Strange Tales Building really get that sword, the game's difficulty will definitely decrease significantly in the future, and their growth won't be a good thing for us."

In the stands of the Sky Arena, besides the two observers, many more people had arrived; they were all players who had come after hearing the news.

A new Arena faction, a weapon capable of severing the undead—these are all things to be taken seriously.

It was also a coincidence that none of the four Dormitory Building were playing games at this time.

"It does seem to be a life-or-death situation, but it's Zhao Quan's life-or-death situation," the woman in the white shirt suddenly said.

Everyone looked at her in surprise.

"Wang Jing, what did you figure out?"

Wang Jing was chosen as an observer, naturally because of her unique skills; she learned skills such as micro-expression analysis and psychological measurement.

These are the special talents cultivated specifically by the Dormitory Building.

"That man was very calm, even a little bored..." Wang Jing crossed her arms, her ten fingers clenched tightly, her heart in turmoil.

She couldn't understand why this man was so confident.