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Chapter 955 - 955 How can 489 corpses speak (4000)

Chapter 955: How can 489 corpses speak?” (4000) Chapter 955: How can 489 corpses speak?” (4000) “All contestants, please proceed to your designated arenas for preparation.”

The host announced loudly, then quietly waited for the contestants to take their positions.

In Arena One, two secret martial art masters from the Star Blue Empire and the Marha Kingdom stood opposite each other, their eyes locked in intense confrontation. Although the match had yet to start, the aura peculiar to fighters had already begun to emanate from their bodies. Visibly, the air around them twisted like ripples on water, slowly expanding. Finally, the two auras collided fiercely at the center of the arena, causing the air currents to swirl chaotically, making their clothes rustle loudly.

This increasingly explosive scene captured the attention of many spectators in the viewing tower. In contrast, the scenes at Arenas Two to Four were quite dull, even giving off a feeling of non-interference. The three commanders from the clinic, all dressed in black cloaks, stood silently, cold and detached like ancient glaciers. Their opponents released their auras fully, their gazes sharp, but received no response at all. It was as if they were being ignored by the trio from Otto.

Indeed, Otto and his companions had ignored their opponents. Because the head of the clinic had issued an order allowing them to fight at full strength, they could push their boxing techniques to the limit in this arena battle. This also meant that the outcome for their opponents was already sealed; those standing now were nothing more than corpses. No commotion from a corpse could provoke anger.

In Arena Two, Otto’s opponent was a man even more robust than a brown bear, with muscles piled high like an iron tower and a broad chest covered in pitch-black body hair, giving him a rugged and flamboyant appearance. The man had a fierce face, instantly recognizable as a villain. At this moment, he was grinning, displaying his yellowed teeth in a fierce smile.

“You brat, ignoring me all this time!”

“Once the match officially begins, I’ll tear you apart with my fists! Just like that Red Wrist Fist elder from your Hong Li Empire who died, haha, the first to die in this International Exchange Meeting. The level of fighters from your Hong Li Empire is really worrying, too weak…”

The muscles on the strongman’s chest flexed as he brazenly taunted, “What’s the matter? Hey, are you mute?”

“Hehehe…”

Slowly, Otto raised his hand, lowered his black cloak, and revealed a youthful and handsome face, his features conveying a sense of refined maturity.

His black hair was neatly brushed back, revealing a smooth forehead. Below his forehead, his eyes hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses shimmered in the sunlight, turning into two beams of white light, making Otto’s emotions unreadable.

Facing the strongman, Otto’s lips curled into a slow smile, “Too noisy, let’s start with your mouth, then your face, then the limbs. The chest, abdomen, internal organs, skeleton, slowly crushed. Hehehe…” Otto laughed softly, his shoulders shaking, appearing much like a deranged doctor, “To master my boxing method, I even went to learn anatomy. Be thankful, be thankful that you can experience such a technique…”

“You son of a…” The strongman swore, his body swelling with rage. The host on stage announced the start of the match.

“How can a corpse talk?”

The moment the host finished speaking, Otto disappeared from his spot, turning into a blur of distorted shadows.

In an instant, he surged across the arena like mist and wind.

“You’re the corpse! I’ll slaughter you in this match!”

The hairy strongman roared in anger as his body rapidly expanded, his muscles interlocking like steel cables, furiously pulsating. His exposed skin turned a dark bluish-black, and his entire skeleton instantly grew, reaching over two meters in height.

“Die!”

The strongman moved his fists, stomped his right foot, and swung his fists like meteor hammers. Thud! His soles pounded the ground, causing a thunderous sound overlapping with the explosive noise of smashing air, numbing the senses.

“Too slow, too light, the movements too crude…”

Suddenly, a phantom-like arm swept through the air, instantly drawing a rapid white crescent. The crescent clashed directly with the strongman’s fists, emitting a clear metallic clink. Whoosh, another arm swung down like a crescent!

Ding!

“Ahh!!!” The strongman screamed, retreating violently. His right fist had been severed at the wrist, with crimson blood spraying out. In the time it took for him to throw a punch, his opponent had responded with two, as fast as lightning.

Thud thud thud thud…

In the arena, two shadows, one large and one small, intertwined at high speed, blood spraying wildly. The strongman was retreating; he felt as if a deadly power was spreading through his body after just a few collisions. Coupled with his severed right hand and the loss of blood, he felt increasingly powerless.

At that moment, he no longer cared about his dignity and was about to shout his surrender.

However, the silhouette in front suddenly approached at a strange, swift curvature. Otto’s eyes glinted with a red silk, his powerful hands easily cutting through the air, and he swung down sharply. Mid-air, two fleeting white crescents quick as lightning followed by twin bursts of fresh blood.

The strongman’s throat and mouth appeared as though they had been sliced open with a sharp blade.