73: Chapter 73 Instant Kill on the Arena

On the massive arena, a slender and upright figure stood firmly in the very center.

On Luanshi Slope, a chilling wind swept through without warning, lifting his hem high and causing it to snap loudly.

Ding Run sat in the spectator stands, his feet trembling rapidly and uncontrollably: "What exactly is the Big Boss planning... I clearly already warned him."

Ding Run could also see the arena rules that Chen Moxuan had set.

Although he knew in his heart that the so-called "Fighting only at the Qi Refining Realm Ninth Stage" was merely a deceptive facade.

Chen Moxuan's true cultivation was indeed only at the Qi Refining Realm Ninth Stage, but his actual combat power far exceeded this level.

What worried Ding Run was that within the entire set of rules, there was hardly a single clause that favored the Arena Master.

Added to that, the final, highly mocking remark Chen Moxuan had included was simply a public challenge to everyone.

Ding Run secretly groaned; if things continued like this, the number of people coming for the Arena Master's head would likely be unimaginably high.

In just this short while, Ding Run had already sensed more than ten gazes filled with Killing Intent, coldly observing the arena from the shadows.

That chill seemed capable of piercing through to the bone marrow.

Previously, Chen Moxuan had specifically given him a special task.

"When the time comes, you just sit in the spectator stands and try your best to help me draw more hatred."

Recalling the words Chen Moxuan had instructed, Ding Run couldn't help but mutter to himself: "The hatred is already overflowing, is there really a need to actively draw more?"

Chen Moxuan's remark about them being cowards was undoubtedly a harsh slap in the face to all these Geniuses who were hiding on Luanshi Slope, relying on sneak attacks and underhanded tactics to gain points.

If such things weren't brought out into the open, it would be fine; everyone here was doing it, and no one would delve into it.

But once someone tore away this fig leaf, no one could sit still anymore.

It wasn't that he was timid; the spectator stands were protected by the rules inherent to the item, providing a natural safety barrier that prevented anyone from attacking those situated in the spectator stands within the arena grounds.

He was just worried that if he added fuel to the fire and drew more hatred, the situation might instantly spiral out of control.

Right now, those people were still secretly observing out of habit from these past few days, but their Killing Intent was already becoming difficult to conceal.

It wouldn't be long before someone couldn't hold back and would fiercely charge onto the arena.

Just at this moment, Chen Moxuan took a deep breath, centered his Qi in his Dantian, and suddenly shouted explosively: "You cowards, aren't you coming up to the arena yet?"

The voice rang out like a great bell, carrying immense penetrating power, instantly echoing throughout the entire area.

Like a fuse lighting a powder keg, the long-suppressed anger of those hiding in the shadows was completely detonated.

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish!

Almost at the same moment, seven or eight figures shot out from all directions like arrows released from a bowstring.

Among these figures, a tall and burly man rushed to the very front; being the closest to the arena, he was the first to step onto it in the blink of an eye.

The moment his sole touched the arena surface, a crystal-clear light barrier suddenly rose from around the arena, blocking out the others who were following closely behind.

"Tch, a step too slow!"

Seeing this, the others looked at the light barrier blocking them, secretly gritting their teeth in anger and filled with regret.

They hated themselves for being so cautious, wasting the opportunity to personally teach this arrogant guy a lesson, and even missing out on a great chance to increase their kill count.

Having no other choice, they had to walk to the spectator stands with their stomachs full of annoyance and sit down, their eyes filled with unwillingness and wariness.

The effects of items like the Custom Arena could be checked in detail in the Secret Realm rule instructions.

The people who had arrived by now already understood that stepping into this area where the arena was located automatically marked one as a challenger.

Under these circumstances, unless the arena dissipated on its own or the battle on the field concluded, they could only wait quietly in the spectator stands.

They all understood in their hearts that, given such harsh arena rules, that extremely arrogant kid would likely lose his life in this first battle.

Once the current Arena Master was killed in battle, the winning challenger would face two choices: first, to inherit the identity and become the new Arena Master, or second, to directly dissolve the arena.

Inheriting the position of Arena Master meant having to continue using the previously established rules; if that big guy wasn't stupid, he certainly wouldn't do that.

Once the arena dissipated, this area would immediately lose the constraints of the arena rules and would very likely instantly degenerate into a chaotic slaughterhouse.

The people around would all become enemies.

"Kid, you're very arrogant."

The big guy looked down at Chen Moxuan, a mocking curve forming on the corner of his mouth, "State your name. Seeing as you're stupid to such a degree, I, Sun Tao, will deign to remember it."

"Are you blind? Can't you see it in the notification message?" Chen Moxuan rolled his eyes and said bluntly.

He never gave a good face to people who liked to act cool and put on airs.

Furthermore, he was standing here to either beat them to death or be beaten to death by them.

Why bother being polite?

"Good, good, good. Later, take one punch from me and see if your skull is as hard as your mouth."

Sun Tao unhesitatingly invoked the fifth rule of the arena, limiting the arena to the use of only fist Martial Skills.

[This arena battle is limited to the use of only fist Martial Skills]

[Match countdown starting, 10, 9...]

"Fist techniques, huh..." A slight curve appeared on the corner of Chen Moxuan's mouth.

Back then, the first Martial Skill he used his Special Ability to learn was the Yellow-rank Intermediate Martial Skill, Thunder Shock Punch.

Now, all in all, he had been in the Martial Arts World for less than a week.

This Yellow-rank Intermediate Martial Skill, Thunder Shock Punch, was already of no use to him; it was the perfect time to improve it.

Chen Moxuan immediately compared it one by one with the fist Martial Skills in the Tianshu Mysterious Technique within his mind, secretly pondering methods for improvement.

In an instant, he had a preliminary concept in his mind and mobilized his Special Ability to begin accelerating the deduction.

Meanwhile, Sun Tao, standing directly opposite Chen Moxuan, had already planted his stance and set up his offensive posture.

His vigorous True Qi, which had already condensed into Gang, surged wantonly like a boiling ocean.

His most proficient Mysterious-rank Intermediate Martial Skill, the Twenty-Seven Path Ox Demon Fist, had already been practiced to Major Achievement, nearing Perfection.

Thinking back to those years, when he was still at the Qi Control Realm Seventh Stage, he had once relied on this set of fist techniques to overwhelm a Martial Artist at the Qi Refining Realm Ninth Stage, becoming famous in one battle.

Now, relying on his Tiangang Realm Second Stage cultivation, using the same fist techniques.

The arrogant kid in front of him who had trapped himself by only being able to use Qi Refining Realm Ninth Stage cultivation, didn't even have the possibility of taking a single blow from him!

The countdown ended.

Sun Tao stomped his foot, his muscles bulging all over his body, and a yellow ox-head phantom condensed from his right fist, smashing fiercely toward Chen Moxuan's head.

"It only takes an instant to kill you!"

In his eyes, Chen Moxuan's head was no longer intact, but a pile of mush.

Suddenly, a deafening thunderclap exploded.

Chen Moxuan's fist arrived after, yet struck first, slamming into his chest with a speed far exceeding Sun Tao's.

A dazzling, eye-catching bolt of lightning, like an angry Thunder Dragon, pierced through Sun Tao's back from his body.

At this moment, the Meridians inside Sun Tao's body, under the impact of the violent power of the thunder, were shattered into pieces like a fragile spider web.

In the dazed gazes of the crowd in the spectator stands, Sun Tao's body flew straight out of the arena's range, then slowly turned into specks of light in the air, dissipating between this heaven and earth.

Leaving only a silence and astonishment spreading in the air.