Doomsday Spiritual Artifact Master

Chapter 160.2 – Key (3)
◎ Hello, let’s settle the points first ◎

 

“Oh, damn! Someone went in, who is it?”

The cursing teenager, with half of his leg over the railing, curiously leaned forward, “I don’t know him.”

In the midst of everyone’s gaze, a tall and slender man in black pants and a black shirt flipped over the railing. There was a cold and fierce aura in his eyes, and his movements subtly revealed well-defined muscles, resembling a wild leopard brimming with strength.

The information on the screen slowly appeared: Su Cha, A8-level poison-type awakener…

The on-site audience discussed with concern, their tone filled with worry, “Who is this? He looks quite powerful. Can an A8 level handle it? Don’t get injured again.”

“Why do I feel… this name sounds familiar?” muttered an awakener from a lower-level district.

In the midst of the noisy background, the last line of information appeared: …affiliated with the team “V587.”

Like a drop of hot oil falling into a cold pan, the audience erupted in an instant. V587? The recently unrivaled V587? The one with an S7-level captain? The V587 who had just been mocked by Fujita Hiro a minute ago, and now he’s confronting him face to face?

Wow, this team’s style… so appealing.

Thunderous cheers echoed through the arena, and all the awakeners from the Northern Base spontaneously cheered for V587.

Fujita Hiro sneered, his attitude still arrogant, “How do you want to play this?”

“If I win, your points belong to us,” Su Cha stated concisely.

“Fine, but if you lose, let…” Fujita Hiro’s eyes revealed a malicious intent, “Let your S7 come to our Tokushima.”

“I can’t make decisions for the captain. I’ll bet my life against yours,” Su Cha casually dropped a bombshell, causing a stir in the audience. Even Fujita Hiro showed a slight change in expression.

“Challenge accepted.”

Lin Youyou in the audience stood up abruptly, lips pressed into a straight line, “This is outrageous. Who allows him to joke about his own life?!”

Fang Zhixu consoled, “Su Cha is not confused; if he dares to step on the stage, he must be confident. Besides, there’s still me.”

Lin Youyou paced anxiously, nibbling on her nails, “No, in case something happens… I have to find Song Ke.”

She lowered her head to send a message, typing just a few words repeatedly, her fingertips couldn’t help but tremble.

Inside the arena, the AI referee signaled that the contract was complete, and the two sides could begin the duel.

This time, Fujita Hiro seized the initiative, initiating ninjutsu. A chilling wind surrounded him, and countless ropes with blade attachments appeared out of thin air. Fujita Hiro merged his palms, forming a mysterious seal, leaving behind a stone on the spot, blending into the shadows.

Su Cha had just taken a step when all the blades made a crisp sound, like the ominous bell of death. Fujita Hiro had set up a trap, secretly observing and planning to torment his trapped prey before delivering the fatal blow.

Su Cha remained unfazed, secretly thinking, is this the extent of his ninja skills? He was underestimating him; someone who came from the Rainforest could blend seamlessly with the surroundings at any time.

He moved continuously through the rope array, stealthily maneuvering around all obstacles, his towering figure turning into a fleeting mist, slowly vanishing without a trace.

Both of them disappeared at the same time?!

The onlookers stared at the stage in astonishment, but the arena was empty, only vaguely sensing the flow of awakened energy.

Bang!! The shockwave of the collision of two awakened energies swept through the entire stage. Both of them simultaneously reappeared from the shadows.

Fujita Hiro threw a black shuriken towards Su Cha’s eyes, an unavoidable attack at a distance of less than ten meters.

Unexpectedly, Su Cha threw a blue shuriken in return, with a chilly and resolute aura. The two projectiles clashed in mid-air, and Ding! Fujita Hiro’s black shuriken split in half.

The blue shuriken bravely continued, cutting through the ropes with blades attached, heading straight for Fujita Hiro’s heart. In haste, he dropped a smoke bomb, and the ground instantly caved in. He narrowly escaped the fatal blow.

“What is that?!” The audience exclaimed in shock.

Su Cha held the blue shuriken between his fingers, standing in the arena like a lone wolf. He calmly assessed the obstructive technique constructed with earth manipulation, showing no signs of panic.

Lu Xiaoyu raised his head, surveying the floating screens with interest. His tea-colored eyes sparkled with a glint of ice.

The screen, which was originally displaying sponsor advertisements, suddenly inserted a distinctive commercial. Various ethereal blue spiritual weapons rotated slowly against a deep background color.
The down-to-earth mechanical voice interjected at the right moment, [Which family is the best at monster-slaying after the apocalypse? The Song Clan’s spiritual weapons are truly enticing! Your boyfriend or girlfriend can’t provide you with 100% security, but Song-style spiritual weapons have it all. If you want to buy, bring them with you. Hurry up and call the order hotline xxxxxx!]

The audience: “…” What kind of nonsense is this? Are you here to duel or advertise?

However, the commercial was too persuasive, and inexplicably, many people noted down that mysterious contact information.

The surroundings became eerie, and Su Cha concealed his figure, holding a tri-edged military dagger in one hand, systematically inspecting every blind spot.

With each obstructive technique destroyed, Fujita Hiro suffered a backlash, but after lurking for so long, he failed to find any flaws in Su Cha.

The air seemed to solidify, and a drop of cold sweat rolled down Fujita Hiro’s forehead. This kid’s mental fortitude was just too strong.

Since it was like this… don’t blame him for being ruthless.

“Die!” A dark figure slid along the ground, and Fujita Hiro chose to confront it head-on!

Su Cha seemed prepared, gripping the tri-edged military dagger, his waist and abdomen tense. With a swift movement, he slashed diagonally forward. Fujita Hiro couldn’t evade in time, and his face mask was torn apart, revealing a face with acne scars, pockmarks, and uneven terrain.

“Wow, how ugly can someone be!” The foul-mouthed guy joyfully slammed the railing. “No wonder you have to cover it up. Hahaha!”

Fujita Hiro, infuriated and embarrassed, leaped like a frog. Sleeves flew out, releasing numerous hidden weapons and poison needles. Su Cha’s baseball cap was knocked off, but he advanced instead of retreating, lightning-fast arms piercing through the blade ropes. He grabbed Fujita Hiro’s neck and slammed him forcefully to the ground!

Bang!!

Fujita Hiro’s pupils contracted, rapidly retreating, leaving a dummy behind.

Su Cha’s black T-shirt was torn and ragged. Lifting the hem, he casually wiped off the blood. With a backward pull, the fabric shattered to the ground.

He happened to stand at the intersection of light and shadow, revealing his face and upper body. It was undoubtedly a robust physique that had rolled on the edge of life and death countless times, broad shoulders, narrow waist, smooth muscle contours, prominent veins in his arms. Even with bloodstains, it didn’t diminish his vigorous explosiveness. Especially the black snake tattoo on his nape, exuding a savage ferocity.

“You’re poisoned.”

Fujita Hiro slowly emerged from the shadows, a cold smile on his ugly face. Struck by his specially crafted hidden weapon, the skin would gradually decay, inch by inch, falling away, turning into a pool of corpse water in endless agony.

Su Cha tilted his neck, and the joints made a crisp, crunching sound. He stared at Fujita Hiro as if looking at a dead man.

The big taboo for an assassin is to expose their true trump card to the opponent before delivering a fatal blow. Suddenly, Su Cha pounced like a wolf, spinning to kick Fujita Hiro, flipping him over, pressing his knee against his mouth, and ruthlessly cutting with the tri-edged military dagger!

A severed hand flew into the air.

“Ah—!!” Fujita Hiro screamed in agony, his eyes filled with disbelief. “How is it possible… How could you not be poisoned?”

“Idiot,” Su Cha taunted unusually. When he entered the arena, it seemed like this person hadn’t bothered to check his ability information.

— “A8-level Poison-type Awakener.”

Those who could use poison as an ability were naturally resistant to various toxins. Su Cha’s mental power had always been on high alert, protecting himself from Fujita Hiro’s invasion while quietly releasing poison mist. At the same time, he enjoyed observing the clownish antics of this self-proclaimed master of poison.

“It’s you who’s poisoned.”

From the severed hand to the contorted face, Fujita Hiro suddenly turned entirely green. Before he could wail, the potent neurotoxin damaged his brain.

His neck tilted, breath extinguished, and all the obstructive techniques in the surroundings vanished.

“Is he dead?!”

An A9-level awakener, Fujita Hiro, had died on the Silver Ring Arena like this?

The awakeners from the Northern Base were silent for a moment, followed by an explosive roar of cheers!

Strangely, this time, the safety alarm did not sound, as if even the surveillance had developed a biased sentiment.

With the death of the title holder, the current challenge was considered over, and the barrier surrounding the arena automatically retracted.

While the crowd was still cheering, whoosh! Nearly a hundred awakeners descended from all directions, ranging from A to B levels, surrounding Su Cha.

“Hey, what are you guys doing?!”

Some people sensed that something was wrong. These were not from the Northern Base, so why did so many unfamiliar awakeners suddenly infiltrate?

Moreover, it was too deliberate to act right after Fujita Hiro died. It looked like it was all arranged in advance.

A man with a mask walked down from the spectator seats, half of his face charmingly beautiful, and the other half covered by a fierce evil-looking mask. His tone was fluctuating, a strange mix of both masculine and feminine: “It seems like you violated the rules. Fujita didn’t bet his life against you, but you killed him.”

Su Cha slowly stood up, his face as calm as water. He couldn’t sense the speaker’s awakened energy, which meant there were two possibilities: either the person had no ability and was just an ordinary individual, or they were an S-level awakener, at least S3 or higher, capable of completely concealing their presence.

The awakeners from the Northern Base were no longer calm. They jumped onto the arena, and some couldn’t hold back, releasing their abilities mid-air.

A piercing alarm echoed throughout the entire area.

As the two groups were about to engage in a brawl, the situation was on the brink of losing control.

A subtle smile appeared on the lips of the masked man. He aimed his pale palm at Su Cha, and his five fingers twitched and trembled.

“Wow! So many people!”

A sincere exclamation sounded above the heads of the crowd. On the high-altitude camera circling the arena, a girl with shoulder-length hair appeared, squatting there unnoticed. She looked down at the chaos below, tilting her head slightly.

“Before you start fighting, can we settle the points you owe us first?”

 

 

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Aaaaaaah~ Captain Song’s entrance is so coool~ This whole chapter is so cool! Su Cha is so cool! Even Lu Xiaoyu is so cool ahahaha! >.<