A pack of ants-killing you would only dirty This Seat's hands!

The deep, hoarse sound of the bell reverberated throughout the entire Blackstone Arena!

"Clang--!!"

The moment the bell tolled, the black stone gate at the pass slowly rose, the cold sound rubbing against our eardrums.

Ten figures stepped into the central blood arena, a hundred feet wide, one after another Ning Wen was among them.

The other nine people all had fierce eyes and carried old wounds. Their Soul Power fluctuations varied in strength, but without exception, they were all ruthless characters with blood on their hands.

On the stands, the previously relaxed spectators instantly became excited, and the noisy shouts rose one wave after another.

[A bunch of ants, killing you would only dirty This Seat hands!]

Ning Wen remained calm, showing no emotional fluctuation.

These thugs know the rules very well; no fool would be the first to step forward.

The nine people sized each other up, quickly assessing the strength of their opponents.

The next moment, the first to break out in a fight were the four people closest to each other!

The man with bone spurs roared, and the bone spurs flew off his body, heading straight for the burly man with the shield opposite him.

The shield-wielding man raised his shield to block, but the heavy black iron shield was riddled with dents from the bone spikes. His Soul Power surged, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood flowed down the shield handle.

On the other side, three thugs using beast-type Martial Soul were locked in combat, their claws tearing through the air, the ripping sounds of flesh being ripped apart were deafening.

The other four people set their sights on Ning Wen.

"Hey kid."

The scarred axe-wielding man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and laughed cruelly, "You're unlucky. If you just obediently accept your death, you'll suffer less."

The poisonous woman chuckled, wisps of green mist drifting Sisi her fingertips. "Judging by his young age, his flesh and blood must be quite tender."

The Soul Master swung his chains, the iron hooks whistling through the air.

The Lone Wolf Soul Master remained silent, slowly stepping forward to block Ning Wen's escape route.

They clearly planned to join forces and kill this guy who seemed the easiest to handle first, and then fight amongst themselves.

[Four small fry dare to This Seat!]

Ning Wen's expression remained unchanged throughout.

Asura Armor, combine!

A thought flashed through my mind!

Boom--!

Purple lightning exploded out of thin air around him, crackling and surging, and dark purple and silver armor quickly covered his entire body, its fierce and cold patterns shimmering with light. A powerful aura that crushed the entire scene suddenly exploded out.

The Asura Purgatory Blade landed steadily in his palm, its blade crackling with endless purple lightning, exuding a chilling aura.

The sudden oppressive aura caused the scarred axe-wielding man, who was about to charge, to abruptly stop in his tracks. His sinister smile froze, and a chilling feeling inexplicably rose in his heart.

"What kind of Martial Soul is this?!"

The poison mist at the Poison Woman's fingertips paused slightly, and for the first time, a hint of fear appeared in her eyes.

"Let's all attack together, don't waste time."

Ning Wen the knife, slowly raising his eyes; purple lightning danced on the blade.

"Court death!"

The scarred axe-wielding man was the first to regain his senses. He roared and swung his axe high, bringing it down with a powerful gust of wind!

Almost simultaneously, the chain hook pierced the air, and green poisonous mist drifted with the wind. The Lone Wolf Soul Master charged sideways, simultaneously attacking Ning Wen.

The poisonous woman remained hidden in the rear, waiting for an opportunity to unleash her deadly poison needles.

A strong wind howled as the mountain-splitting axe, imbued with immense Soul Power, slashed down with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks!

Scarface and Axe-wielding Man, a veteran of the Hell Arena, had already slain countless opponents with this axe strike. Ruthless and cunning, he aimed straight for Ning Wen's head, intending to kill him with a single blow.

At the same time, the gleaming chain hooks pierced the air with a piercing whistling sound, aiming to lock onto Ning Wen's wrist and restrain his weapon.

A dark green poisonous mist filled the sky, spreading with the wind. It was extremely corrosive; once it touched the body, the skin and flesh would rot and the Soul Power would be blocked.

The Lone Wolf Soul Master moved with unpredictable speed, lunging forward with his five fingers forming claws. His black wolf claws surged with Soul Power, grabbing at Ning Wen's side!

The four-person offensive moves were seamlessly coordinated, combining close and long-range attacks with both offense and defense; it was a deadly combo honed through countless life-or-death battles.

The audience in the stands erupted in cheers and shouts that shook the entire stadium!

"Four against one! This newbie is doomed!"

"Scarface and his three buddies, working together, have never failed!"

"What a pity, this strange Martial Soul will still perish in the end!"

The area was fraught with danger; every direction led to certain death.

Ning Wen, standing at the center of the offensive, stood tall and straight, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

[These petty, street-smart fighting tactics are clumsy and laughable.]

Ants huddling together remain ants.

The moment those arrogant words left his mind, Ning Wen moved.

He neither dodged nor evaded, gripping the Asura Purgatory Blade tightly, and with a slight flick of his wrist!

Boom--!!

The endless purple lightning that Entanglement the blade suddenly erupted, and the sky was filled with wild and violent lightning. The crackling power of the thunder instantly swept over him!

The purple lightning barrier suddenly opened!

The moment the drifting, eerie green poisonous mist touched the lightning, it was instantly incinerated by the thunder, leaving not even a trace of smoke behind; the poison had lost its effectiveness!

"What?!" The poisonous woman behind her suddenly narrowed her eyes, her face filled with disbelief.

Before she could react, Ning Wen's blade swept across, unleashing a thunderous aura!

Clang!!!

A deafening clang of metal rang out as the sturdy, sharp chain hook struck the purple lightning blade and was instantly sent flying backward!

The Soul Master gripping the chain had his hand split open, blood splattering everywhere. His entire arm went numb and spasmed, and he staggered back several steps.

The next second, the blade struck again!

The massive axe that cleaved the mountain head-on was like rotten wood before the absolute Divine Might of the Asura Purgatory Blade!

Click--!!

The giant axe shattered with a crash, scattering fragments everywhere!

The overwhelming and unparalleled lightning energy rebounded wildly from the axe!

The scarred axe-wielding man turned deathly pale. Before he could even cry out, a surge of immense power rushed into his body. He was struck as if by lightning, his body stiffening and he was thrown into the air, coughing up blood!

The whole thing took no more than two breaths!

Of the four attackers, two were seriously injured and all their skills were broken!

The Lone Wolf Soul Master, left only for close-quarters combat, gleamed with ferocity in his eyes and desperately extended his wolf claws, attempting to inflict a fatal blow on Ning Wen.

Ning Wen's gaze was indifferent as he dodged the claw's edge and slashed diagonally with his Purgatory Blade!

A flash of purple lightning disappeared in an instant.

Pfft!

A splash of blood splattered across the sky.

The Lone Wolf Soul Master's wolf claws, along with his entire arm, were cleanly severed!

A bloodcurdling scream suddenly ripped through the arena!

He stared in disbelief at his empty shoulder, a wave of excruciating pain washing over him. He collapsed heavily to his knees in a pool of blood, his eyes filled with utter terror and remorse.