Three days later...
The next day.
"This fun little thing is pretty good!"
"Oh, stop talking about it! I'm dying of embarrassment!"
The deep, secluded paths of Slaughter City buzzed with voices as Soul Masters stopped to discuss the news that had shaken the entire city that day.
"Holy shit, Pojun, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Hell with seventy-two consecutive wins, lost!"
One Soul Master lowered his voice, disbelief gleaming in his eyes.
"Seriously? Fuck, I've got to see this!"
At those words, a fierce fighting spirit instantly blazed in another man's eyes, and he could hardly wait to find out what had happened.
"That's right. This newcomer has the same presence as that Chen Jue fellow yesterday."
"More than that-he's stronger than Chen Jue. His martial soul seems to be the world's number one tool martial soul-the Clear Sky Hammer!"
"Quick, we need to get there first and squeeze into the front row! How could we miss a spectacle like this?"
Someone shouted from the crowd.
Everyone immediately responded, surging toward the Hell Slaughter Arena like a rising tide.
For a time, the arena's surroundings roared with voices, bustling with excitement.
"Boss, pfft... cough, cough!"
Pojun suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His body swayed like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind as he staggered down from the fighting platform.
A shocking streak of crimson clung to the corner of his mouth.
His breathing was weak, as though it might fade into the wind at any moment.
Had he not been born with powerful muscles and bones, thick skin, and tough flesh, that earth-shattering hammer blow would likely have reduced him to dust.
At the sight, Yuxin's heart clenched, and he leaped to Pojun's side almost instantly.
He wrapped both arms tightly around