"Bastard! I'll fight you to the death!"
Ma Hongjun's eyes turned bloodshot. Possessed by the Evil Fire Phoenix, he charged forward recklessly.
Tang Shuo did not even spare him a glance. He merely waved a hand.
A surging gale swept through the arena.
Ma Hongjun's body seemed to have been struck by a high-speed Soul Guidance Train, and he let out a miserable cry.
He was sent flying dozens of meters away, crashing heavily into the protective barrier at the edge of the arena before sliding down, unconscious.
Oscar, Xiao Wu, and the others watched this scene with stiffened bodies, unable to muster even the slightest courage to fight.
The gap was simply too great.
This was not a duel.
It was a one-sided slaughter.
Tang Shuo paid no further attention to those who had already lost their fighting spirit.
He slowly turned around, his gaze falling upon the only person still standing in the arena.
Tang San.
Tang San's face was pale, with blood still staining the corner of his mouth.
One hand clutched his chest as he stared fixedly at Tang Shuo, his eyes filled with fury, unwillingness, and deep apprehension.
The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand had unknowingly been clenched tight.
That was his final trump card.
The entire arena was frighteningly silent.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the two youths who shared the surname Tang.
Tang Shuo slowly walked toward Tang San, one step at a time.
Every step seemed to land upon everyone's heartbeat.
"Your companions have fallen too."
Tang Shuo stopped three meters before Tang San and spoke calmly.
"Now, only the two of us remain."
Tang San panted heavily. The blood-red aura of Divine Slaughter's Domain coiled around him, yet he could no longer take even a single step forward.
He could