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Chapter 956 - 956 489 corpses how can they speak (4000)_2

Chapter 956: 489 corpses, how can they speak? (4000)_2 Chapter 956: 489 corpses, how can they speak? (4000)_2 The vocal cords were exposed, as well as a mouth revealing its gums.

“And then your face…” Otto elegantly took a step.

Whoosh! As his words fell, five fingers suddenly clawed forward.

The burly man’s head jerked back, his face getting torn open, muscles, skin, and skeleton gradually breaking apart, looking extremely bloody.

“Limbs.”

Another word came from Otto’s mouth, then his arms slid fluidly, his body moving as light as a water bird. Two shattered moon shadows ripped through the air, slashing diagonally upwards toward the burly man’s armpits. With a squelch, two strong arms were chopped off, falling to the ground and twitching incessantly.

Whoosh! The legs were also severed, flesh rapidly disintegrating.

Chest.

Abdomen.

Internal organs.

Skeleton.

Word by word sprang from Otto’s mouth, his smile turning more deranged, increasingly enjoying it. His arms kept slashing, slicing through the burly man’s body, reveling in the sensation of blood spurting out.

Squelch!

The final drop of blood splashed onto Otto’s face, on his glasses. With a smile, he slowly withdrew his pose, extended his right hand, and touched the viscous blood on his forehead. Then, with blood-stained fingers, he combed back his hair. Using the gradually solidifying blood as hair gel to maintain his sleek, properly arranged pompadour, he looked more elegant than ever.

In front of this gentleman, the chest-hairy man as strong as a bear had turned into a scattered corpse, a corpse that no longer could speak.

Bloody chunks of flesh and pieces of internal organs were piled together, occasionally white bone fragments visible, making one want to vomit at a glance.

“…”

On the opening ceremony stage, the elderly host was shocked.

The view of blood-filled chunks of a corpse scattered all around, even for someone as experienced as him, was something rarely seen. Therefore, after being stupefied for a few seconds,

The elder announced, “On Arena Two… Magical Golem Sect’s Otto wins…”

This statement suddenly broke the silence from the viewing tower, causing an uproar among the audience, and even some young disciples began to vomit. Deaths in Secret Martial Artist sparring, with some suffering a defeat, are quite normal, but generally involves a few large holes in the chest or an exploded head, basically leaving an intact corpse.

However, the scene of scattered limbs and internal organs taking up half of Arena Two’s space was really too much for human senses, truly disgusting.

So, seeing this, the revered elders of the Hong Li Empire Secret Martial Arts World couldn’t feel happy. Instead, their expressions were weirdly complex. It’s indeed correct that the Yana United States Secret Martial Arts World had killed one of our elders on the arena, and we should retaliate and feel vindicated.

But, was there really need for such deep hate, dissecting under broad daylight?

Some elders turned to look toward the audience area of the Yana United States Secret Martial Arts World. Sure enough, they all had angry expressions, even eyes filled with hatred. The looks they gave seemed as if they wanted to devour Otto.

The atmosphere at the International Exchange Meeting grew increasingly tense.

In Arena Two, Otto slowly walked down, unaffected by those gazes. He was the first to finish the match, partly because his opponent was weaker, and partly because Otto was the earliest and most proficient master of Shadow Moon Fist. His combat strength had nearly reached that of top fighters, and his full-force burst allowed him naturally to slaughter his opponent.

At the same time, the battle on arena one remained at a stalemate while arenas three and four had already become perilous. Nine Snakes and the Ascetic rapidly deployed their boxing methods, Ripple Fist, and Firestone Fist, each punch bursting through the air with a special force, striking their opponents.

The Ascetic’s opponent was an elder from the Steel Flame School. The elder from the Hong Li Empire’s Secret Martial Arts World who had died was killed by Demiro, the gate master of the Steel Flame School. The Steel Flame School was known for its explosively aggressive boxing method, which was unyielding and invasive like flame and as tough as steel.

However, when facing the Firestone Fist, this fierce boxing method abruptly failed and extinguished. Every collision between the elder’s large, hard fists and the Ascetic’s gaunt, small ones felt like an explosion was pounding at his own Qi and physical body. After several exchanges, his fists were torn and bloodied.

Bones were exposed, blood vessels ruptured; it was a pitiful sight.

The tiger-like fierceness of the Steel Flame School had to change to a feeble avoidance, like a snarling wild dog slapped fiercely until it was dazed, its tail wavering.

Yet, the Ascetic showed no mercy. On the contrary, his punches grew heavier and more ferocious, like a heavy cannon.

The power and speed were astonishing, and upon hitting the target, they would explode.

In an instant, the so-called iron-hard elder of the Steel Flame School was brutalized beyond recognition. His clothes were tattered, and blood was everywhere as he frantically dodged.

He didn’t even dare to be distracted by surrendering because of the immense pressure; the Ascetic’s fierce fists carried an explosive force. A slight misstep and receiving a blow to a critical spot meant a direct ticket to death.

Soon, the outcomes of this series of matches were determined. Otto and the Ascetic both killed their opponents, whereas Nine Snakes could have done the same. But with the Whale King Arlington watching from the viewing tower, the perilous gaze caused Nine Snakes to hesitate and reveal a flaw.

Thus, her opponent took the chance to retreat and loudly surrendered, saving his own life. A few minutes later, the second round began, yet it seemed everyone was still immersed in the bloody and brutal battles of the previous round. Eyes full of surprise, fear, or hatred turned towards the Magical Golem Sect. Evidently, the already somewhat famous Magical Golem Sect had truly made a name for themselves.

Until the competitions ended today, people were still discussing the first match. As dusk fell, some elders from the Hong Li Empire’s Secret Martial Arts World attempted to keep the people from the Magical Golem Sect back, apparently wanting to exchange some secrets. They were refused, however, as they needed to follow the Headmaster’s orders to return to the manor. They were to check for any shortcomings, improve their techniques, and help in compiling the Southern Dipper Secret Transmission.

As the sky gradually darkened, East Sea City fell into silence.

That night, many genius disciples from various secret martial arts schools began having nightmares, dreaming that they were on the arena being pummeled into flesh mud.

Late at night, in the quiet backyard woods of the Yana United States residence.

A secret conversation was nearing its end.

Whale King Arlington slowly nodded, “Naturally, I will quickly resolve the battles here. In three days we’ll head to the southeastern seas…”

His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze profound, pondering something.

“Hmm, I just came to confirm that once more.” The man in the black cloak slowly turned, seemingly ready to leave, “I’m off, but…”

The first King suddenly turned back, as if he remembered something, “The locations where the Secret Martial Arts World of the Hong Li Empire and those smaller nations are stationed. I’ve come a long way and haven’t eaten in quite some time, I’m somewhat hungry…”

Arlington knew well what the first King meant—the other possessed a Blood Soul Secret Box capable of killing strong opponents and extracting their vital essence. After brewing for a few days, it could be consumed to enhance one’s strength and momentarily soothe side effects. Thus, the first King frequently killed for blood.

Arlington was silent for a while, then shared the information, which was hardly a secret. As he spoke, he recalled the bloody battle scenes he had seen that afternoon, frowning slightly. Consequently, he also provided the address where the four members of the Magical Golem Sect were staying—it seemed he was using another’s hand to execute a killing.

He was not fond of the brazen momentum of those from the Magical Golem Sect.

“Alright, I’ve noted everything down, I’m leaving.”

The first King suddenly turned, his black cloak waving in the wind. In a moment, as the lower hem of the cloak fell, there was no trace of him in the small woods.

Arlington watched as his friend disappeared into the background, his left eyelid suddenly twitching, an ominous premonition rising within him. He furrowed his brow, pondered for a moment, but could not pinpoint what felt wrong, and could only shake his head helplessly. Hands clasped behind his back, he strolled leisurely back to the courtyard.