100: Chapter 100 Winning Streak

The second match: the opponent was a wind-attribute Cultivator skilled in stealth and assassination. Thirty seconds later, Zhang Mingxuan predicted his landing spot, and a "Ground Fire Burst Array" that had been lying in ambush exploded directly beneath his feet, leaving not even a corpse behind.

The third match: a Body Cultivator covered in heavy armor. A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Mingxuan used the principle of the Five Elements mutual restriction, repeatedly tempering the armor with Extreme Cold Ice Flame, causing the armor to become brittle, before piercing the throat with a single finger.

The fourth match... the fifth match...

The cheers in the Asura Arena, initially frantic, gradually turned into deathly silence.

No one dared to mock this unremarkable middle-aged Loose Cultivator anymore. He stood on the arena, the bloodstains at his feet still wet, and the nondescript grey linen robe he wore was not even damaged. He stood there quietly, like a reef that remained standing no matter how the tides battered it.

And the number on the gambling table had already rolled to an astronomical figure that would make even a Nascent Soul Cultivator feel dizzy.

"He went all in... He went all in again!"

The gamblers stared with bloodshot eyes, locked onto the betting area representing "Nameless." What was piled up there was not just Spirit Stones, but the greed and fear of countless people.

Six consecutive wins.

At this moment, with the assistance of DeepEye, Zhang Mingxuan's internal Qi remained at over 90% capacity. The recovery speed of the fully automatic Cultivate System was sufficient to support this intensity of wheel battles.

"Next."

He repeated the same dry line, his voice hoarse, devoid of either exhaustion or excitement.

...

On the top floor of the Asura Arena, in an extremely luxurious private room.

A middle-aged man wearing a purple-gold robe, twirling two thunder-patterned iron balls in his hand, was looking down at the arena below through a one-way crystal curtain with a blank expression.

He was the supervisor of this Asura Arena, known as "Thunder Hand" Tu Qianshan, a Cultivator at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

"Supervisor, we cannot let him keep winning."

The advisor beside him wiped away cold sweat, the ledger in his hands trembling, "According to the rules, he is rolling over his bets, principal and interest combined. The funds in the pool have already exceeded thirty million... If we let him win more than ten matches, we will lose half of our profits for this year!"

"Have you checked his background?" The speed at which Tu Qianshan turned the iron balls in his hand increased, emitting a buzzing thunderous sound.

"We can't find anything. It's as if he popped out from a crack in a rock. His bone age is around fifty, his Spiritual Root... appears to be a Mixed Spiritual Root, but his explosive power is extremely strong. The moves he uses are also very eclectic; he has used Water, Fire, and Earth, and he shows no characteristics of any School."

"A mixed Cultivator?"

Tu Qianshan sneered, his eyes filled with murderous intent, "A mixed Cultivator with no background dares to play so big in Taichu City? Does he really think the Asura Arena is his family's backyard?"

He suddenly stopped turning the iron balls and pointed to the arena below.

"Release the 'Guiche'."

The advisor gasped, "Guiche? It hasn't been fully tamed yet..."

"Let it go!" Tu Qianshan said sharply, "I want that Nameless to die on the stage, and I want him to die ugly! These thirty million Spirit Stones—he may have the life to earn them, but he won't have the life to spend them!"

"Yes!" The advisor acknowledged the order and retreated.

Tu Qianshan stared at the calm figure in the crystal curtain, his fingers gently tapping the window sill. In Taichu City, rules were made for the weak. And once the true red line of profit was touched, the rules were a joke.

On the arena, Zhang Mingxuan suddenly looked up.

DeepEye's alarm sounded again in his Sea of Consciousness.

[Environmental perception anomaly.]

[High-energy life form detected approaching.]

[Target characteristics: chaotic Qi fluctuations, accompanied by intense spiritual pollution... suspected to be a semi-Yao transformed human.]

"Finally couldn't sit still?"

Zhang Mingxuan's mouth curved slightly, revealing a grim smile.

Following the teeth-grinding sound of an iron gate rising, a deformed monster three meters tall, with a pair of tattered fleshy wings on its back, slowly walked out from the darkness opposite the arena. It had a human torso, but its head was that of a strange bird with nine eyes, and its whole body exuded a nauseating, bloody, and ominous aura.

The seventh match.

Opponent: Guiche.

"Is that... the Bloodline of the ancient Yao Beast Guiche?!"

"They're crazy! The Asura Arena actually released such a monster that only knows how to kill! This isn't a fight at all, this is feeding!"

Although the gamblers in the stands were bloodthirsty, they still felt a shudder originating from their Souls when facing such a creature radiating pure malice. Under the gaze of the Guiche's nine strange eyes, the spiritual light on the protective barrier actually began to show strange distortions and dimming.

Zhang Mingxuan stood in place, his sleeves fluttering without wind.

Deep into his Sea of Consciousness, DeepEye instantly switched to Divine Soul protection mode.

"Kwa—!"

The Guiche's strange bird head suddenly opened, emitting a screech that sounded like both an infant crying and glass rubbing together. Its nine eyes lit up with pale ghost fire simultaneously, and nine visible grey ripples, like nine venomous snakes, instantly spanned the space and fiercely drilled into the center of Zhang Mingxuan's eyebrows.

This strike could cause the Sea of Consciousness of an ordinary Golden Core late stage to shatter directly.

"A petty trick."

At the center of Zhang Mingxuan's eyebrows, the smart brain headband flashed with a faint light. Massive computing power instantly constructed a Divine Sense shield with an inverted frequency.

Hum.

A circle of transparent ripples oscillated through the air. That mental shock, capable of driving people mad, disappeared without a trace the moment it touched Zhang Mingxuan, like a speaker that had been muted.

"Roar?"

The Guiche tilted its head, seemingly unable to understand why the prey didn't clutch its head and scream like in the past.

It became impatient. The pair of tattered fleshy wings on its back flapped violently, and its massive body, accompanied by a foul wind, instantly closed in, its steel-sharp bird claws aiming straight for Zhang Mingxuan's heart.

"Speed is not bad. But the structure is too loose."

In DeepEye's Void Tempering vision, this seemingly formidable transformed body was simply full of flaws. The Yao Beast limbs forcibly stitched onto the human skeleton had obscure and difficult Qi circulation at the joints, just like building blocks stuck together with low-quality glue.

Zhang Mingxuan sidestepped, his right foot retreating half a step, his hands drawing a circle in the Void Realm.

Earth-yellow spiritual light gathered in his palm; that was the ultimate gravity simulated by the Huntian Spiritual Root.

"Down."

Boom!

A gravitational field ten times normal instantly enveloped the three-zhang radius around the Guiche. The originally lightning-fast lunging movement suddenly stiffened, and the massive inertia combined with the sudden increase in weight caused its bones to emit an unbearable cracking sound.

Crack!

The Guiche's knees knelt heavily on the arena, smashing two large craters into the hard obsidian floor.

Before it could struggle to get up, Zhang Mingxuan's right hand was already pressed onto its hideous head.

"A clumsy creation," Zhang Mingxuan commented.

His five fingers tightened.

Metal generates Water, Water generates Wood, Wood generates Fire.

The three types of Qi completed an instantaneous conversion and compression at his fingertips, finally transforming into a thread of fire as thin as silk but as scorching as the sun, precisely piercing the Qi node in the very center of the Guiche's skull.

Pfft.

It was like popping a balloon.

The Guiche's massive body convulsed violently, and the pale ghost fire in its eyes extinguished instantly. The originally violent Demonic Qi dissipated like a flood bursting a dam, leaving behind only a corpse emitting a burnt smell.

The whole venue fell into deathly silence again.