The Rotting Curse was extremely resistant to the regeneration of flesh and blood.
The more powerful the flesh regeneration, the deeper the damage it inflicted on Agnes.
The pain of this curse was etched deep into her soul, enough to make her wish she were dead.
At this moment.
As time passed, Agnes went from screaming and wailing at the start to rolling her eyes back, barely clinging to life. It had taken only half a minute.
She had once tried every possible way to die and failed. Now, in the hands of this Jobless Freelancer, her wish had finally been granted.
Though Agnes's physical body was practically invincible, the strength of her soul was indeed nothing remarkable.
After suffering several rounds of infiltration and torment from the Rotting Curse, it finally could no longer bear the burden. Her entire soul core shattered and was completely annihilated.
The rotting shell that had been struggling nonstop also stopped moving at that moment.
Several seconds later, that rotting body completely melted into a puddle of liquid.
This meant that, from this day onward, Agnes no longer existed in this world.
"Given that contestant Agnes has died on the spot, I hereby announce that the winner of this match is contestant Ling Zhan!"
"Let us congratulate him!"
The level-one-hundred, fourth-turn referee quickly appeared on the arena stage and declared the match's victor.
"OOOOOOOOOH!!"
As the announcement fell.
Everyone in the stands erupted into an excited celebration!
"Holy shit! That was awesome! Sword-Draw Technique! Forever the GOAT!"
"That draw felt like he was just clearing trash mobs!"
"Tell me, who else is there!? See that? The people from the evil organizations are starting to panic!"
"Haha! So they have their panicked days too! Looks like it isn't just the evil organization spectators panicking—even some