"Chu Sheng? More like a beast to me."
Chen Ping narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, and turned to walk back to his half of the arena.
Just then, Chu Sheng's chilling, sinister voice suddenly rang out. "Hee-hee, I like your assessment. The people I killed certainly all liked calling me a beast."
"After I kill a powerful Soul Master like you, I'll surely satisfy the Demon Sword's desire to slay strong enemies. To kill you in the best possible condition, I haven't killed anyone for three days."
"If I don't kill you this time, my Demon Sword will probably take my life instead. So only one of us can walk away from this Soul Fighting match alive. Heh-heh-heh."
Such vicious words naturally stirred intense outrage and fear among the spectators below.
He had gone three days without killing anyone so he could kill Chen Ping in the best possible condition. That meant Chu Sheng had previously been killing at least one person every three days!
During a grand event like the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament, visitors came and went in their millions, even tens of millions. Under such circumstances, who would care if dozens or hundreds went missing every day?
For a moment, practically everyone in the audience broke out in a cold sweat. Nameless fear and hatred instantly converged on the Soul Fighting Arena.
This was already the third match.
For the Individual Knockout Stage, this was a crucial juncture.
As long as Chen Ping won this match, he would have the right to demand the start of the Team Competition.
If they continued fighting one-on-one like this, then after just one more victory in the fourth match, Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng would most likely choose to concede.
But if Chen Ping initiated the Team Competition and