77: Section 77

Xiao Bai's Face twisted extremely, quite painfully: "Ouch, it hurts like hell! Can't you be a bit gentler?"

"Go to hell!"

Rip!

Mo Wuliang pulled hard, tearing Xiao Bai's body in half. With a puff of white smoke, the bloody corpse transformed into a scarecrow.

Xiao Bai, with his legs wrapped around the flagpole at the edge of the arena, grinned at Mo Wuliang: "I'm over here, dummy."

"Damn it, how dare you toy with this Ninth Prince! I'm going to kill you."

A dozen blood blades flew over, spinning at high speed, and hacked the flagpole into splinters.

"You missed! Isn't that frustrating?"

Xiao Bai vanished into thin air from the flagpole, using one of the Seventy-two Earthly Fiend Invisibility Techniques; his voice could be heard, but his form remained invisible.

The onlookers below the stage were dumbfounded, question marks constantly appearing in their heads.

"What's going on? Where did that guy disappear to?"

"Yeah, it's too bizarre. You could still see a shadow with Guizuka, but with this guy, there's absolutely nothing."

Mo Peng, with a foxtail grass in his mouth, sat on a large tree nearby, looking very relaxed.

"You idiots, just wait to lose your pants. Don't look at the fact that my big brother only has the strength of a Level 3 Demon King; if Mo Wuliang wants to defeat him, he should go back and practice for a few hundred years first."

Mo Wuliang was quite annoyed and used the Blood Demon Great Art to bombard the eight-hundred-square-meter arena from all angles without any blind spots.

This arena was made of the most solid stone slabs in the Yu Country, personally crafted by the first Yu Emperor.

Below the Demon Emperor level, no matter how great the attack, it would automatically restore itself within ten seconds.

"Get out here, you rat hiding your head and showing your tail."

The Yu Emperor opened his golden eyes. Usually, he could see the original form of Gui Mei. When Hong Shan fought Guizuka before, he could see Guizuka's true body hidden in the shadows.

But he couldn't see Xiao Bai clearly. At most, he could see a transparent body constantly flickering in the air, appearing and disappearing, and if he wasn't careful, he would lose sight of it.

"What is this kid's background? His appearance is definitely of the Yu Race, but with his Level 3 Demon King strength, it's impossible for him to comprehend such a profound Cultivation Technique."

"This Cultivation Technique is even more terrifying than the notoriously bizarre Guizuka. With my Cultivation, I can't even lock onto his specific position."

"I'm afraid Mo Wuliang will find it hard to win this battle."

Guizuka also became extremely focused. Originally, he thought this was just a squash match with no entertainment value, which would end in less than a minute.

Unexpectedly, nearly an hour had passed, and Mo Wuliang hadn't even touched a hair on Xiao Bai.

"So this Bai Xiao has been hiding his strength all along. It seems he didn't enter the top eight by luck."

"He is only a Level 3 Demon King, so why does he have so many strange Cultivation Techniques? Clones, invisibility... maybe there will be more bizarre Moves later."

The audience was amazed by Xiao Bai's strange Cultivation Technique. Everyone had underestimated him before, thinking he was just an opportunist who had good luck.

Yu Yan watched the match with great interest, teasing Yu Wei from time to time.

"Sis, your taste is not bad! You actually found such a promising lover and even gave your first time to him."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense about this in the future. If Mo Ze finds out, he probably won't be able to take it."

Yu Yan revealed an aunt-like smile: "You haven't let him touch you for three years. He has secretly kept Concubines outside and is living quite comfortably, so stop worrying about it."

"That's impossible. Mo Ze doesn't have the guts. If Father Emperor finds out, he won't spare him."

"Sigh... only you are so naive. Father Emperor has known for a long time, he's just turning a blind eye. Mo Ze is still useful to him right now."

Chapter 102: Counter-killing the Auntie Monster

Mo Wuliang had been attacking fiercely for nearly an hour, but Xiao Bai had never appeared, consuming quite a bit of Mo Wuliang's magic power.

He instantly felt a sense of helplessness. Whenever Mo Wuliang stopped attacking, Xiao Bai would summon a Clone to mock him, using such nasty language.

Using the strategy of "resting while the enemy tires themselves out," he had to exhaust Mo Wuliang's magic power to have a chance to counter-kill.

Originally, Mo Wuliang also wanted to use this tactic to counter, but the audience below who had placed bets kept jeering, speaking even more nastily than Xiao Bai.

It was the competition stage, and they were in the Yu Country, so he couldn't act directly for fear of angering the Yu Emperor.

"Referee, where is the referee?"

The on-site referee had already retreated to below the stage and asked: "Contestant, is something the matter? If you want to surrender, there is a white flag over there; just raise it."

"Bastard! I am the dignified Ninth Prince of the Demon Race; how could I surrender to a Level 3 Demon King?"

"He hasn't appeared; this is a serious violation, right? Declare him the loser quickly."

"Also, I suspect that guy has already hidden outside the arena. This must count as an active surrender."

During the big battle earlier, the referee had already been replaced; the previous one with the servile Face had been secretly executed.

"That is not the case. Once a contestant leaves the arena, an alarm will sound, so you don't need to worry."

"We have no time limit; in principle, your opponent can hide for a month if he wants."

Mo Wuliang instantly felt he had lost Face. Changing the referee didn't give him any respect at all. He had to helplessly return to the arena to use other methods to force Xiao Bai out.

"Fine, you forced me to use this Move."

"Blood Stains the Heavens!"

Mo Wuliang roared, and bright red blood gushed out from his body, spreading across the entire arena at an extremely fast speed and surging continuously toward the audience below.

The Yu Emperor threw out a protective barrier to separate the arena from the audience area.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood. This blood was highly corrosive. Fortunately, the arena was specially crafted and had self-repairing capabilities.

Seeing that no footprints appeared on the arena floor, Mo Wuliang judged that Xiao Bai must be hiding in mid-air.

"Let's see where you can hide this time."

A blood Dragon darted into the air, spinning rapidly and scattering a rain of blood.

As Mo Wuliang continued to cast spells, the rainfall became heavier and heavier. Xiao Bai, who was invisible in the air, slowly took shape; the blood rain had extremely strong adhesion.

"Haha, I see you."

Mo Wuliang pulled out a blood spear and stabbed toward Xiao Bai.

Mo Peng was panicked and hurriedly stood up, shouting: "Big brother, hurry and use invisibility!"

The audience, who had looked worried just a moment ago, showed signs of joy.

"Good, this is the level a Level 7 Devil King should have. Kill that opportunist!"

Mo Peng relied on his mouth to argue with the dozens of gamblers opposite him; he wasn't afraid at all and forced them back with his loud voice.

"You little punks, you still want to argue with me? Don't you know who my big brother is?"

"You noobs are not worthy of arguing with me; don't force me to greet all eighteen generations of your ancestors."

Xiao Bai wanted to use invisibility but discovered his body was covered in "auntie blood," with a very thick, foul smell, firmly stuck to his skin.

Then he summoned dozens of Clones to first shake off Mo Wuliang's attack and search for a way to break it.

Mo Wuliang was annoyed by this Move, swinging his blood spear and hacking away.

"I'd like to see what other abilities you have, you rat who only knows how to hide."

"Break for me!"

Xiao Bai held his hands high and shouted: "Call the Wind and Summon the Rain!"

Boom!

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky as a torrential rain fell, quickly washing away the blood on the arena and rinsing off the "Auntie red" stuck to his body.

"Water Transformation Divine Dragon."

Nine light blue water Dragons rushed toward Mo Wuliang. Xiao Bai stood on the head of one of the Dragons, drew the Crimson Flame Demon Blade, and hacked directly at Mo Wuliang.

"Ridiculous, you think you can beat me with just this? You really overestimate yourself."

Mo Wuliang summoned nine blood Dragons to meet the attack head-on. With a booming explosion, the arena generated a huge energy wave that spread in all directions.

The strong wind caused by the powerful energy wave blew the audience's hair into a mess and sent feathers flying everywhere.

If it weren't for the protective barrier set up by the Yu Emperor blocking most of the energy, a large number of onlookers would have been killed or injured.

Xiao Bai slashed at Mo Wuliang, but he blocked it with his blood spear.

Both sides were competing in strength. Despite having consumed a lot of magic power earlier, given his advantage of being several Ranks higher, Mo Wuliang was still very strong.

"A mere Level 3 Demon King dares to confront a Level 7 Devil King. It's just throwing an egg against a rock and inviting humiliation."

"I have to admit, your Cultivation Technique is indeed very bizarre, but it's only suitable for being a coward."

"In the Face of absolute strength, those are just embroidered pillows with no combat effectiveness at all."

Seeing Xiao Bai actively appear and seek death, Mo Wuliang was overjoyed. After nearly two hours of intense battle, he had been waiting for this moment.

"Is that so? Auntie Monster, it's better not to be so confident."

Suddenly, a golden bowl appeared directly above Mo Wuliang's head, shining dazzling golden light onto Mo Wuliang's body and quickly burning his skin.

This was a Buddhist treasure from Tianlong Temple. Xiao Bai had just remembered that he still had this hidden ultimate weapon.

For cultivators of magic, the damage caused by the golden bowl was much stronger than it was to the Yao Race.

Mo Wuliang's entire body skin festered, oozing black and foul-smelling blood.

"Damn it, what is this thing?"

Xiao Bai quickly cast a spell and roared: "Absorb..."

The powerful suction of the golden bowl pulled Mo Wuliang inside, and the entire arena instantly returned to calm.

The Yu Emperor was terrified, his eyes staring straight at the golden bowl in Xiao Bai's hand.

"Why would he have a Buddhist treasure in his hand? Demons and Monsters are all afraid of this, yet he is completely unharmed and can even master it skillfully."

"With the strength of a Level 3 Demon King, he forcibly counter-killed a Level 7 Devil King."

Seeing this, Mo Peng cheered and shouted loudly: "Big brother is mighty! Big brother is domineering! Thank you, big brother, for leading me to get rich!"

The gamblers who had bet on Mo Wuliang were filled with despair. It wasn't the final step yet, and the referee hadn't announced the result, so they were still willing to believe in a miracle.