Blood Immortal Treasure, Blood Casket: Waterfowl Game!

Song Fei's casual strike was devastating.

The Mad King Building Player felt a pang of anxiety as they gazed at the billowing dust, searching for that god-like figure.

Xu Lang's dominance had always been unmatched in their presence. Could something unexpected be about to happen this time?

"It hasn't been destroyed yet?" Song Fei lowered his head, his towering eyes radiating a red light.

He felt an extreme rage, like a raging fire, and then it really did burst into flames before his eyes!

The rubble and dust stung his face, constantly provoking the easily angered nerves of the Blood Asura. Xu Lang let his anger surge within him, which then caused strange phenomena around him.

He stood motionless, his blood and fury burning fiercely, causing the earth to tremble and rumble as if in fear!

Boom!

Its powerful aura instantly cleared away the dust and smoke that filled hundreds of meters around it.

Song Fei met Xue Xiuluo's furious gaze, and his breath hitched for a moment.

How could a death wish be spreading in my heart? This can't be...

He knew he couldn't let this emotion continue to spread, so he shouted and slammed his right fist at Xu Lang.

Click~

Xu Lang sheathed his sword, the Purgatory March" swelled in his arm, and with a surge of Seven Kill Blood Qi, he suddenly delivered a punch to meet the attack head-on!

The sound of an airburst echoed throughout the stadium!

Two fists of completely disproportionate size collided and surprisingly ended up in a stalemate.

"Impossible!"

Song Fei knew perfectly well how powerful he was at this moment; it was perfectly normal for his physical attributes to exceed four digits. How could this person possibly contend with him?!

"Again!"

Song Fei's second fist slammed out.

Then, the third and fourth punches followed in quick succession!

Arms sprouted from his body and slammed towards Xu Lang at lightning speed, like a thousand-armed Guanyin!

Xu Lang was also throwing a punch, like Asura from Purgatory, his arms flashing with countless Afterimage!

The earth shattered rapidly as the two exchanged punches!

This scene left the audience completely dumbfounded.

"How could there be such a terrifying man?" Pandora felt a cool sensation in her nose, raised her hand to wipe it, and found that it was her own snot running down her nose.

Is Xu Lang really a native of the Mad King Building?

What exactly did he obtain in the Mad King Building?! Could it be a divine legacy?!

"They actually withstood that attack!"

"So strong, so incredibly strong!"

"Song Fei, I'm not surprised. After so many games, it's normal to have more trump cards. But what makes Purgatory so special?"

"Look, Purgatory seems to be advancing!"

"No, he was defeated by Song Fei again. What exactly is the Origin of the Strange Tale that Song Fei possesses? Aren't Strange Tale all based on rules? How can his direct combat ability be so strong? It's unbelievable!"

"What reward do you think 'Lord Mountain King' will give us if we sacrifice those two?! I dare not even think about it!"

"What good is your mountain lord? He's not as good as my 'Evil God'!"

"You son of a bitch, do you want Duel?!"

At the Sacrifice Building, many players received friend notifications and came to watch the match. While marveling at the spectacle, their fighting spirit was ignited, and a fierce aura arose within them.

Among the four Dormitory Building in the Unsealed Arena, the players in the Sky Dome Building are the strongest.

They have few players, but they are extremely elite; each one is a powerhouse among powerhouses.

At this moment, all the players, who were well-known even in the Dormitory Survival Game, had solemn expressions.

"The battle is about to be decided!" Suddenly, a man carrying a lightsaber said in a deep voice.

The woman in the white shirt looked at him, her eyes questioning.

"That player named Purgatory used some kind of soul-burning burst technique, his strength has been constantly increasing, but his peak is also his weakest point!" The man with the lightsaber stared intently at the battlefield, saying, "Song Fei used the Human-Monster Fusion technique. If he doesn't break free from this state soon, he will be possessed by the Strange Tale, and he has reached his most critical moment!"

"So who do you think will win in the end?" the woman in the white shirt asked.

The Sky Dome Building has a unique structure, and its organizational structure, from top to bottom, consists of the Floor Leader, team leaders, and building owners.

The man wielding the lightsaber was a squad leader, renowned for his formidable combat prowess, and held a much higher position than her, the observer.

"Let's say it's 30/70... Song Fei has a better chance of winning. Even if he's possessed, he can continue fighting. It's just that the real Ghost of Gluttony will take over the fight then!" the man with the lightsaber said in a deep voice.

The diamond-shaped lightsaber at his waist trembled slightly, its light flickering as if it were breathing.

The woman in the white shirt knew that this captain, whose lethality was unparalleled in the Sky Dome Building, also craved battle.

At times like this, it's best not to say anything more.

"Look! Purgatory has erupted!"

Suddenly, the square-faced man shouted, and the woman in the white shirt immediately turned her gaze to the battlefield.

"Roar!"

Xu Lang grew angrier the more he fought, and finally roared as two arms suddenly sprouted from his back!

The moment the Four-Armed Blood Rakshasa appeared, Song Fei began to retreat steadily. His arms were shattered in the exchange of blows, and before they could regenerate, his second arm was destroyed as well.

Xu Lang leaped out of the deep pit beneath his feet, quickly closing the distance between himself and Song Fei.

Finally, Song Fei had only two arms left, and he unleashed them with all his might.

Boom!

Xu Lang caught the two fists perfectly on his shoulders with his left and right hands, while his right hand drew the Purgatory March and clenched his fists to swing it down!

"Ghost Slash!"

A blackish-purple blade of energy, over ten meters long, cleaved Song Fei in two!

The outcome is decided!

Just as the audience was thinking this, Song Fei opened his giant hand, revealing a Blood Casket, and said with a bitter laugh, "First conquer the weak, then subdue the strong, and as for those that are neither strong nor weak... you will all be under your control... Waterfowl Game!"

[Blood Casket - Waterfowl Game: One of the treasures left behind by the Blood Immortal. Three cranes stand in three directions, one strong, one neither strong nor weak, and one weak. They devour each other. The holder is the bird trainer, and in the end, the cranes devour his humanity... The holder of the Blood Casket can designate the "waterfowl's identity" and the strong and weak sides... The final winner inherits everything.]

The moment the Blood Casket was opened, the sky above the entire Arena turned blood red, and the barrier encompassed the entire Arena.

Three cranes flew out of the Blood Casket. One flew to the left, one flew to the right, and the third glanced at Xu Lang before transforming into a feather on the spot.

The moment the crane transformed into its feathers, two cranes, one on the left and one on the right, suddenly transformed into Xu Lang's likeness!

The audience was completely astonished, unsure whether it was Simulation, a replica, a copy, or a projection.

But no matter what, their trip was not in vain.

Those 100,000 Copper Coin were totally worth it!

At the entrance to the Strange Tales Building, the bandaged man sighed, "It still came to this."

Song Fei faced death several times, but he didn't seem to care.

For players of the Strange Tales Building, physical loss is not a big deal; what is truly deadly is the annihilation of the soul and humanity.

The Blood-Clad Man comforted the bandaged man, saying, "Maybe we can get a full recovery in the Arena? If Song Fei wins, his health might be fully restored."

The bandaged man's lips twitched.

Such things are best left unsaid. The Arena isn't that kind. If fighting a match could remove negative status effects, these "hidden dangers" players of the Strange Tales Building would have already treated the Ironblood Arena like their father.

"Is your thing really that powerful?" the man dressed like a corporate slave asked, frowning.

"It's not a matter of strength, it's about being invincible!" the Blood-Clad Man laughed. "If Purgatory can win against this, then he truly is a god reincarnated."

The bandaged man reminded him, "Do you remember those two invitations? The Blood-Clad Man and I actually beat the game, and the reward was that Blood Casket."

"You mean Blood Immortal?!" The man dressed like a corporate slave gasped, his eyes wide with shock.

The bandaged man nodded and said no more.