Looking at Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen lying unconscious on the ground, then at the Soul Tool components scattered everywhere in pieces, Ma Rulong's eyes reddened with despair and madness.
Lost? They represented the continent's strongest Soul Tool technology, yet they had lost to a group of Shrek reserves who had not even fielded their main team?
"No... Never!!" Ma Rulong let out a beastlike roar.
He tore open his shirt, revealing a strange black metal box affixed to his muscular chest. Then he sprayed a mouthful of blood onto it, sacrificing his life force to unleash a forbidden weapon that should never have appeared here.
Buzzz----!!!
Heaven and earth changed color, and the already gloomy sky seemed to collapse in an instant.
An overwhelmingly dense, nauseating dark aura erupted from the slender black sword in Ma Rulong's hand.
An eighth-grade Soul Tool—the Sword of Judgment.
The sword itself was not terrifying. What was terrifying was that it had two sides: Light Judgment on one side, and Dark Curse on the other. What Ma Rulong had activated was the Dark Curse, capable of devouring living beings and feared even by Titled Douluo!
"Huo Yuhao!!" Ma Rulong raised the black sword high, his entire body shrouded in black mist like an evil ghost. "Since we can't beat you with tactics, then let's die together!"
"Turn to ashes beneath the judgment of darkness!!"
The entire audience screamed in terror. The referee, the Heavenly Fiend Douluo Huang Jinxu, paled as he prepared to intervene and save them. This dark power was far too evil—it had already surpassed the bounds of the competition!
Origin Internet Cafe.
Yet faced with a dark aura powerful enough to scare ordinary soul masters senseless, the big shots in the internet cafe reacted rather... calmly.
Wang Qiuer frowned