114: Chapter 114 Demon

Lu Cheng stood in the center of the arena, blood still dripping from his knuckles.

On the dark gray alloy floor, drops of blood splattered one by one, while the surrounding energy barrier rippled slightly, trapping the heavy scent of blood within the arena.

The remaining members of the Zhenwu Society were all frozen in place, their faces paler than one another, struggling even to look up at Lu Cheng.

"Devil..."

"This guy is definitely a devil."

Four matches. Three dead, one crippled.

From start to finish, Lu Cheng hadn't even gasped for breath...

The Zhenwu Society side fell completely silent.

Qin Zhaoye stared at Lu Cheng on the stage, his expression so gloomy it was as if water could drip from it. After a few seconds, he suddenly shook his head, a cold sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"A bunch of trash..."

He said this very softly, yet the Zhenwu Society members beside him felt their scalps tingle, their breathing tightening.

Qin Zhaoye had never expected those people in front to actually win.

The opposing side had Lu Cheng, the number one in points, as well as President Ji Guyan, who was second.

Originally, for this gauntlet deathmatch, these people in front were just meant to be cannon fodder.

As long as they could drag down Lu Cheng's state even a little, the later parts would be much easier to fight.

But he never imagined...

Fighting up to now, Lu Cheng hadn't even consumed much stamina.

This guy's blood energy recovery speed was absurdly fast, and his physical strength was exaggeratedly high; the previous matches were practically no different from a warm-up for him.

Shadows surged in the depths of Qin Zhaoye's eyes as he tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest.

But it didn't matter. He still had a trump card in his hand.

He suddenly laughed, his laughter sounding a bit cold.

"Good, good, good... very good..."

As he spoke, he slowly turned his head to look at the figure beside him who hadn't moved at all.

It was a man wrapped entirely in white bandages. From his neck to his wrists, from his shoulders to his ankles, he was tightly bound, revealing only a pair of eyes and half the bridge of his nose.

The edges of the bandages were faintly stained with dark yellow, old marks. Standing there motionless, the entire person exuded an indescribable chill and aura of death.

Qin Zhaoye looked at him and said in a low voice, "Go, let everyone know your terror."

The bandaged man did not reply. He simply exhaled a breath.

That breath, released from the gaps in the bandages, actually carried a trace of cold, fishy stench. The nearby Zhenwu Society members instantly had their hair stand on end, subconsciously stepping aside by half a pace.

This guy was the main reason Qin Zhaoye dared to come to this deathmatch.

Qin Zhaoye knew very well that the strength of both himself and President Ji Guyan had always been on par. From childhood to adulthood, the two had been compared, wins and losses had occurred, but the gap had always been extremely small. If one really calculated it, it was at most a five percent difference.

But this bandaged man in front of him was different.

This thing... was the most terrifying product to come out of that place.

When Qin Zhaoye first saw him, the other party was locked in a special alloy cabin, his limbs pinned with restraint rings, a dozen monitoring tubes inserted into his chest, and the whole room was playing white noise to soothe the mind.

And he himself had only lasted two moves under this thing. The first move, he had three ribs broken. The second move, he passed out cold.

Since then, Qin Zhaoye had never looked at this guy as a "person" again.

Unparalleled talent! Unparalleled physical body! What was even more terrifying was that this thing was still growing.

Bringing him here this time, besides winning the deathmatch, had another purpose. To witness the growth of the "tool."

In the spectator seats, Mei Wushuang also looked at the bandaged man. For the first time, a trace of obvious concern appeared between her cool and cold brows.

This guy's aura... is very strange.

Mei Wushuang swiped her fingertip lightly, and the terminal light screen unfolded silently in her palm, with strings of internal academy encrypted data flowing past rapidly. Soon, a piece of information popped up.

[Li Bucheng] [Origin: West District 3] [Family Background: None] [Identity Record: Orphan] [Reference: Qin Family]

Mei Wushuang's gaze stopped on the words "West District 3," and her eyes turned even colder.

West District 3... slums, black experiments, underground gladiatorial combat, illegal modifications... many terrifying things had flowed out from there.

And to be an orphan, recommended by the Qin Family to enter Navigator Academy...

On stage, Avril's virtual projection flickered, and a sweet mechanical voice rang out within the enclosed arena.

"Zhenwu Society's fifth participant confirmed." "Li Bucheng." "Please take the stage."

The bandaged man slowly raised his head. The eyes exposed were very empty, frighteningly empty, with dense, fine bloodshot lines in the whites of his eyes, but his gaze lacked focus, as if separated from everything around him by a layer.

He walked onto the arena step by step. With every step he took, his feet made a slight friction sound.

The referee instructor spoke in a deep voice, "Fifth battle, prepare."

After Li Bucheng stood still, he tilted his head slightly, staring at Lu Cheng. His chest under the bandages rose and fell gently, emitting a very subtle friction sound.

Lu Cheng shook his wrists, and the blood energy on his body rose again.

"Start!"

The moment the voice fell, Li Bucheng disappeared. Several people in the spectator seats twitched their eyelids simultaneously.

The next second. Bang! Lu Cheng raised his arm to block hard, and his whole body was shaken, sliding back several meters, his soles scraping two harsh white marks on the alloy floor.

So heavy! Lu Cheng's eyes narrowed, his arm bones were shaken numb. One had to know that his current blood energy had already reached 2.8 times compression, and he also had the physical fitness after the Flame Demon Transformation!

To be actually pushed back by a student who was also in the Body Refining Realm?!

Li Bucheng did not stop. He stomped his foot, the ground exploded, and he charged again. The bandages fluttered loudly in the strong wind caused by his high-speed movement, his fist slamming directly toward Lu Cheng's chest.

Lu Cheng turned to the side, activated Drifting Dragon Rending Shadow, a phantom image flashed, and he backhanded a Crushing Fist toward the other side's ribs.

Bang! The fist hit! Too hard! It was like hitting a piece of high-density alloy.

Li Bucheng's body only swayed slightly, then he swept back with his elbow. Lu Cheng lowered his head to dodge, the sound of wind pressure exploding in his ears, and a few strands of hair were cut off on the spot.

The people off stage watched with their hearts in their throats. Lin Yifang's face went pale.

"What the hell... what kind of monster is this?"

This guy's physical strength was even more exaggerated than that biochemical warrior from before. And he was faster, with more precise movements. This was simply not a level a normal student should have.

Lu Cheng's eyes turned fierce, and he activated Dragon Rage directly! Boom! His aura surged violently!

He rushed up in one step, his fists wrapped in holy radiance and blazing blood energy, continuously slamming into Li Bucheng's chest, shoulder, and neck. Bang! Bang! Bang! The loud noises connected into one.

Li Bucheng was beaten back several steps, his bandages bursting inch by inch, revealing a large area of pale, bluish skin underneath.

Someone in the spectator seats gasped. The skin was full of suture marks. One after another, dense and numerous. Extending from the collarbone all the way to the chest, then spreading to the arms, as if it had been taken apart countless times and sewn back together.

Mei Wushuang's gaze turned cold; to dare to throw such a thing at the academy, this Qin Family... was truly insane!

After Li Bucheng was blasted back, he slowly raised his head, the emptiness in his eyes finally cracking a little. Inside, terrifyingly thick pain and madness surged out. The next second, he let out a roar, lunging forward violently, his speed actually faster than before!

Lu Cheng shifted his feet and met him head-on. The two collided instantly. Boom! Boom! Boom! The sound of fists and feet colliding exploded wildly inside the arena, and ripples constantly spread across the surface of the energy barrier.

But... something was wrong... Li Bucheng clearly had several opportunities to hit him directly, yet he veered away at the last moment. A few times he even actively presented openings to his fist. This guy... was seeking death?!

After Lu Cheng blasted Li Bucheng away with a punch, his eyes suddenly darkened. Sure enough, the next second, Li Bucheng rushed up again, bracing against his punch, his chest almost actively colliding with the path of Lu Cheng's killing move, a shattered and crazy voice squeezed from his throat. "Kill... kill me..."

Lu Cheng's movements paused. Li Bucheng's eyes were bloodshot, his whole face twitching, his voice getting louder and sharper. "Hurry, kill me!!"

When this shout came out, everyone off stage was stunned. Qin Zhaoye's expression changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly. "Shut up!"

But Li Bucheng had already lost control. He stared fixedly at Lu Cheng, his eyes full of bloodshot lines and pleading, as if another person trapped inside his body had finally broken out for a moment. "Kill me... I beg you... kill me..."

Lu Cheng's brows knitted tightly. He could kill him. One punch, and this person's head would explode. But at this moment, he didn't strike.

Bang! Lu Cheng kicked Li Bucheng hard in the abdomen, the terrifying force directly kicking the person flying backward. He hit the energy barrier, bounced off, smashed heavily onto the edge of the arena, and finally tumbled out of the arena's range.

The referee instructor reacted extremely quickly and immediately raised his hand. "Fifth battle over!" "Zhenwu Society, Li Bucheng out of bounds!" "Shengwu Society, Lu Cheng wins!"

The whole audience went silent. No one expected this battle to end this way. Li Bucheng lay under the stage, his body still twitching slightly, but his mouth kept repeating those words. "Kill me..." "Kill me..."

Several people from the Zhenwu Society felt their scalps explode with dread, and they didn't dare to approach at all. Medical personnel immediately took the person away.

Lu Cheng stood in the center of the arena, slowly turned around, and looked at Qin Zhaoye. With this one look, the air in the entire enclosed arena seemed to sink.

The next second. Black and red demonic flames rose with a roar! Flame horns appeared on Lu Cheng's head, his pupils turned molten gold, Eternal Calamity Flame wrapped around the Dragon Scale Holy Armor, gold-white and black-red intertwined, and his entire aura instantly surged to an extremely ferocious level.

Flame Demon Transformation, fully activated!

The temperature on the arena climbed crazily, and the alloy floor was burned red. Lu Cheng stared at Qin Zhaoye, his voice deep, carrying intense killing intent. "Come." "Come up and die."

Qin Zhaoye's face went pale instantly. Terrifying. Too terrifying. How could this person be so terrifying? Devil... This guy is definitely a devil!

Qin Zhaoye's palms were full of sweat, and only one thought remained in his mind. Can't go up, going up means death, he would really die!

He took half a step back, his voice trembling. "No... you can't kill me!" "I am a direct descendant of the Qin Family!" "If you kill me, the entire Qin Family will be your enemy!"

Lu Cheng looked at him, black and red demonic flames churning on his body, his tone terrifyingly calm. "That's a matter for after you're dead."

Qin Zhaoye's face completely lost all color. He turned and wanted to leave.

On the podium, Instructor Qi Xiangtian's eyes turned cold, and he spoke directly, "This is a deathmatch." "You think you can just come and go as you please?"

The old instructor in the middle frowned, his tone carrying a bit of an attempt to smooth things over. "Hey... it's better to be forgiving when possible; many things don't need to be blown up to such a stalemate."

If an ordinary student died, he couldn't be bothered to care. If a direct descendant of the Qin Family really died in the academy, the trouble afterward would be huge.

Instructor Qi Xiangtian turned his head to look at him, his voice stiff. "The procedure must be completed." "He must get on the stage." "Otherwise, in the future, anyone can treat the academy's rules as a joke; does Navigator Academy still need rules?"

The old instructor was silent for two seconds, and finally nodded. "Instructor Qi is right." "Qin Zhaoye, get on the stage."

Qin Zhaoye's face turned green; he knew he couldn't escape it. He took a deep breath and cheered himself up.

As long as the referee shouted the first second of the start, he would immediately shout surrender. From the previous match with Li Bucheng, it could be seen that Lu Cheng's combat power was not enough to kill him in that one second, he wouldn't die... He wouldn't die. As long as he didn't die this time... later, he would have plenty of ways to retaliate!

Qin Zhaoye gritted his teeth, dragging his weak legs, and walked onto the arena step by step.

Avril's projection hung in mid-air, and the mechanical voice sounded. "Sixth battle." "Both sides prepare."

Qin Zhaoye stood at the other end of the arena, his throat tight, his forehead covered in cold sweat, staring fixedly at the referee's hand. Hurry up. Hurry up and shout start! As soon as it starts, he would immediately admit defeat!

The referee instructor raised his hand. "Start..."

Just at this instant. Qin Zhaoye opened his mouth, preparing to shout the two words "surrender." But he suddenly discovered... he couldn't make a sound. "H-how..." "Why can't I speak?!" "Am... am I already... dead..."

Lu Cheng had already moved. Holy Dragon Armament, activate! Boom!!!

The golden-white dragon soul rose suddenly behind him, its wings spread, holy radiance sweeping across the entire arena, black and red demonic flames wrapped around it, violence and divinity forcibly fused together, forming a terrifying pressure that made everyone's scalp tingle.

Lu Cheng's chest rose and fell, the holy patterns on the Dragon Scale Holy Armor lighting up inch by inch. The next second. He opened his mouth and roared! "ROAR!!!"

Holy Dragon Roar erupted with a bang! Golden-white sound waves mixed with black-red flame currents, swallowing Qin Zhaoye head-on. Bang!!!

The entire arena shook violently. Qin Zhaoye didn't even have time to scream; his body instantly shattered in that one blow. Flesh, bones, protective blood energy, all were ground into dust by the terrifying impact and flame currents. Not even a residue was left.

The aftermath slammed fiercely into the energy barrier, the entire protective wall vibrating violently, and a fine white crack even appeared on the surface.

In the spectator seats, everyone froze. Avril's projection flickered twice before stabilizing again. The entire enclosed arena was deathly silent. Someone's legs went weak, and they collapsed into their chair. Devil...