"He survived such a blow."
Just as Modu was about to flee, he looked up and saw two figures, one in orange and one in purple, standing in front of him. Their gazes were cold as they glanced at the disheveled man before them.
"I remember you, Modu... You really are an unkillable bug."
"Your initiative in showing yourself has saved us a lot of trouble."
The two had already drawn their weapons, coldly staring at their struggling prey. Moze spoke icily:
"Tell me, how are you going to die next?"
Modu a brief silence, he suddenly burst into laughter:
"In my long hunting career, although I have only followed Zhan Shou for this brief moment, his existence is like the moon over Qingqiu, illuminating our long-blinded eyes and showing me the way."
"The descendants of Du Lan have betrayed the ancient teachings of the wolf. To prolong our lives, we hide in the darkness, devouring one another; we are no longer wolves, but have become as vile and pathetic as rats."
"By the grace of Lord Hoolay, I have shared his vision and wolf blood—the descendants of Du Lan should live for the victory of the wolf pack, and die for the victory of the wolf pack!"
"Come on, Yaoqing people, don't loosen your grip! I'll fight you to the death!"
As the last words were spoken, Modu transformed back into his wolf form, baring his claws and fangs, and headed towards his doom.
"That bastard, he's got quite a sense of honor."
Moze snorted coldly, gripping the dagger in his hand tightly. Jiaoqiu smiled, thinking that such reckless suicides were better enjoyed in greater numbers.
At this moment, the direction of the Skysplitter.
"Distinguished guests and contestants, welcome to the Xianzhou Luofu Wardance Ceremony!"
The host's voice echoed throughout the entire Skysplitter, each word eliciting cheers:
Before the first round of the competition, the organizing committee would like to extend a warm welcome to Mr. Jimi, the renowned host from Galaxy, who will be joining us as a guest host!
"Please welcome our guest host, Mr. Jimi, to officially unveil the Wardance-- "
Just before the words were finished, a huge curved blade slammed heavily into the ground:
" The Wardance is now concluded!"
Hoolay's massive figure landed in the center of the deck. "From this moment on, the Skysplitter belongs to me. Ladies and gentlemen, I will bring you a true battle to the death!"
"Now, run away as fast as you want!"
As the last word fell, the audience didn't react at all, staring at the center as if they were looking at idiots.
"I'm sorry, there's no audience you were expecting on this ship—everyone here came for you."
Before the arena could fall silent, a row of Cloud Knights emerged from below the stage, followed by a second row, a third row... Layer upon layer of Cloud Knights ascended the stage from all directions, surrounding Hoolay's massive body in the very center.
" The Xianzhou soars high, the Cloud Knights are ever victorious!"
The sounds from all around were uniform and deafening. The polished array blades reflected the sunlight, forming a huge spot of light.
Hoolay stood frozen for a moment, then burst into wild laughter. "Yes, I should have known. In a pre-arranged duel, you lowly beasts would never allow those boring civilians to stand on the front lines."
"However, it's only a matter of whether your troops will get a bite during the slaughter; your military formations are utterly meaningless!"
"Really? Then... what if we join us?"
Above the stands, four familiar figures appeared. Qiong gripped a baseball bat, gazing down at the crowd. Yanqing made a sword gesture, and several flying swords hovered in mid-air following his movements.
"And us too!"
A clear female voice came from the other side. Yunli's greatsword was planted in the ground, while March 7th held two swords, standing on one leg in a somewhat comical pose, the tips of his swords pointing at Hoolay.
"Hmph, just bigger bugs. Bugs gathered together are still bugs!"