113: Chapter 113 The Ultimate Torture King

It wasn't until a black-furred Orc Goblin on the battlefield let out an incredibly shrill scream.

It had been specially taken care of by dense, pale blue sword qi for a long time, slowly being whittled to death by the sword qi.

Watching it collapse with a boom, Tang Wuying finally snapped back to reality.

That group of green-skinned monsters was purely a pile of big meat shields relying on abnormal recovery to draw aggro; there was no need to waste time with them.

The most important thing was to deal with that group of continuously outputting Tier 2 Sword Cultivators; they constantly consumed their origin power to recover from minor injuries, and given enough time, they would eventually be worn down to death.

"Ignore those big idiots! Go hit his backline!" Tang Wuying immediately issued the command.

Upon hearing the order, the Goblin believers on the field immediately abandoned the green-skinned meat lumps in front of them that could recover no matter how hard they were hit, turned around, and charged toward the ten thousand Spirit Root Mushroom People in the rear.

Gu Han immediately issued a new order to fight while retreating, creating distance.

The ten thousand Spirit Root Mushroom People on the field, who had originally been standing in neat rows, instantly changed their formation.

The five thousand Spirit Root Mushroom People in the very front reined in their sword qi and shouted in unison, "Follow me on your swords!"

Stepping onto their flying swords, they retreated backward in unison.

Once they re-engaged their sword qi, the other five thousand Spirit Root Mushroom People also took off on their swords, retreated further away, and continued to pour out sword qi.

Covering each other, they fought while retreating.

What was even more demoralizing was that after retreating to a sufficiently safe distance, Gu Han made another deployment: half of the Spirit Root Mushroom People actually sat down cross-legged in unison, closed their eyes, and began to meditate to recover!

The other half was responsible for using sword qi to slow them down, or even concentrating their sword qi to specially take care of the fast ones.

This scene completely stunned the audience.

"What the f*ck? They can recover mana on the spot?"

"Fighting while retreating is one thing, but you're taking shifts to rest?"

"That crappy sword qi damage is really just scraping away; how long is this going to go on?"

The battle was completely deadlocked.

Tang Wuying's Goblins wanted to close in, but they were constantly being kited by Gu Han; chasing wasn't an option, and not chasing wasn't an option either.

This bladder-testing match dragged on until dusk.

More than half of the spectator stands were empty.

Many people couldn't take it anymore and just went home to eat, waiting for the results to come out.

The audience members remaining in their seats were slumped over, some leaning back in their chairs snoring, some looking down at their phones, and some even starting to order takeout.

"Oh my god, finally the last Tier 4 monster. At this rate, it'll take at least another two hours of scraping to finish."

"Today was truly an eye-opener; it's the first time I've ever wanted to fall asleep watching a Divine Kingdom battle."

Everyone had seen countless Divine Kingdom battles in their lives—some with instant kills, some with comebacks, some bloody and violent—but they had never seen such a super-long bladder-testing match that could make people fall asleep.

It was simply top-tier torture.

On the commentary stage, the male commentator picked up his thermos, took a sip of goji berry water, and spoke listlessly.

"Alright, dear viewers, we can see... contestant Gu Han's believers are still maintaining a stable output frequency. Contestant Tang Wuying only has the last Tier 4 Orc Goblin still holding on... Oh, it just took a step forward."

The female commentator yawned and quickly covered her mouth.

"Yes, according to the current damage calculation, this Level 4 Believer will likely take... another two hours to be completely killed."

A strange, hypnotic atmosphere permeated the entire Combat Training Hall.

Inside the combat pod, Tang Wuying's eyes were bloodshot, his face pale, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

His believers were being scraped to death by sword qi one after another. After more than ten hours, he was in extreme agony, his mind in a state of turmoil.

Gu Han kept switching back and forth, letting his believers meditate to recover, until he made a mistake, and the Level 4 Believer smashed a large group of Tier 2 Sword Cultivators to death with one club.

This gave Tang Wuying hope of winning; as long as that happened a few more times, he could win the match.

But when he saw more green mushroom bodies growing where the dead Tier 2 Sword Cultivators' corpses were...

Tang Wuying completely broke down, trembling all over, a massive sense of powerlessness drowning him completely.

His pride and joy, the hybrid army, was simply a joke in the face of Gu Han's rogue-like tactics.

"I... surrender."

Tang Wuying gritted his teeth and squeezed these three words through his teeth, reaching out to press the surrender button on the combat pod; he couldn't watch his last Level 4 Believer be scraped to death alive.

"Ding—"

A piercing prompt sound rang out abruptly in the quiet Combat Training Hall, instantly waking the sleepy audience.

The male commentator's voice instantly rose by an octave, even tinged with a sob.

"It's over! It's finally over!! Contestant Tang Wuying has chosen to surrender! Let us congratulate freshman Gu Han on securing victory in this match!"

There were no cheers in the arena, only a collective sigh of relief.

"Damn it, it's finally over."

"It was too torturous. This guy is the ultimate torture king; whoever runs into him is unlucky."

The referee let out a long sigh and picked up the microphone.

"Freshman Gu Han has successfully challenged the arena. According to the War God Professional League rules, we are now entering a ten-second countdown. If no one comes on stage to challenge, Gu Han will directly win the championship for this year!"

Huge, bright red numbers popped up on the big screen.

10, 9, 8...

The entire arena was deathly silent.

Even the number one sophomore, Tang Wuying, had been tortured into surrendering by these rogue tactics; who would dare to go up and court disaster? That wouldn't be going to seek death; that would be going to suffer!

3, 2, 1!

"Time is up! No challengers!" The referee raised his right hand high, crying tears of joy as if he had won the championship himself, "I announce that the champions of this year's War God Professional League are—Dongjiang University, Gu Han! And Chu Yue!"

Confetti exploded in the sky over the Combat Training Hall, and streamers drifted down.

However, the protagonist Gu Han had yet to emerge from the combat pod, and neither had Chu Yue.

As their homeroom teacher, Teacher Qin Lin hurried onto the stage and reached out to pull the hatch of the combat pod.

The first one to open was the sub-pod on Chu Yue's side.

As soon as the hatch popped open, the sound of steady breathing wafted out.

Apparently, during the more than ten hours of AFK time, she had done nothing but maintain her Ice Bloodline, and had literally bored herself to sleep.

Teacher Qin Lin shook her head helplessly, woke her up, and immediately turned to Gu Han's combat pod.

The hatch opened.

Gu Han was sitting in the chair, eyes tightly closed, motionless; clearly, his consciousness was in his Divine Kingdom.

That's right, it wasn't Gu Han who had made a mistake earlier; rather, in the second half of the match, after he had arranged everything, he had gone AFK.

"Gu Han? Hey! Wake up, the match is over, you won the championship." Teacher Qin Lin was so amused she laughed, reaching out to pat Gu Han on the shoulder.