My Cell Prison
Chapter 1103 - Chapter 1103 Chapter 1102 Increasing the Odds of Winning

Chapter 1103: Chapter 1102: Increasing the Odds of Winning Chapter 1103: Chapter 1102: Increasing the Odds of Winning Such a scene shocked the entire arena.

However, other Element Bodies merely revealed expressions of expectation, as such a result had long been anticipated by them.

Hop had once used a similar move in the Element Game.

Even when nearly all of his body’s movable parts were sealed, he managed to accumulate power at the tips of his fingers through extremely subtle muscle control.

A flick of his finger instantly burst an Ancestor Body that also participated in the Element Game… It was precisely this finger flick that caught the attention of an Upper Old King in the Element Game, helping Hop subsequently cut down his opponents and seize the title of the seventh.

In terms of power, no one among the Element Bodies could outmatch Hop.

Perhaps with the inferior blood of the Ancient Leather Giant flowing in his veins, Hop’s proficiency in magic was extremely low, even inferior to some Newborn Demons.

But he himself scorned magic, devoting his entire heart to studying [Power].

Thus, he achieved complete ‘Muscle Control’ and ‘Tentacled Heteromorphization-Muscle Structure.’ Relying on the most pure Brute Force, he could shatter magic head-on and break apart mental and curse invasions entering his body through his mastery over his muscles.

This is the seventh Element–Competitive Hop.

…

“Did you decide to use your ‘tongue’ to determine the outcome from the very start?

Seeming reckless, your limbs were sealed in a short period… In reality, it was simply using the attacks of the limbs to probe and confirm the target’s [Heart].

After all, more formidable Craftsmen always put ‘protective measures’ in place for the heart.

Such as an exoskeleton for the heart, multiple heart differentiation, and the current heart mimicry that turns the heart into a strand of silk, sliding at random throughout the body.

The battle strategy is quite clear. This guy is not dumb at all, even having muscle fibers assisting the transmission of neural information within his brain.

And this power is just too exaggerated.”

Han Dong simply evaluated the battle, placing Hop on the list of dangers.

Han Dong tried to use his brain to read related data about Hop, conducting a simulated battle on the conscious level… Taking out all of his defensive measures, there was still a 30% chance he would be killed.

If it were various types of moves mixed together, it wouldn’t be so bad as Han Dong had many methods to withstand different attacks.

But with this most primitive and pure power, you either block it or dodge it… Once failing to dodge and letting that tongue just now pierce through the head, everything would be over.

…

The stone fighting ring shattered by the tongue was slowly healing.

Because the power contained within the tongue was too vast, upon striking the Silk Dyeing Craftsman–Miao Xi, it caused a compression of space driven by sheer power.

Even the heart covered in gold was entirely annihilated, not even leaving a little slag behind.

Judging by the rhythm and trend of the fight, it was assumed that the second match would also be smoothly won, but who knew it would turn into a direct counter-kill at the very last moment.

This rollercoaster-like feeling made the Sanctifier sitting on the Golden Chair reveal a constipation-like expression, thankfully completely concealed by the gold Mask.

His right hand, clenched tightly, had already deformed the armrest.

“The Dyer Craftsman’s effect indeed worked, sealing up almost all the target’s movable parts… How could this guy accumulate power in his tongue?

That recent lick from the tongue even caused ‘Temporary Wonderland’ to shatter about 10%.

How could he be so strong? Much stronger than the first participant, the Worm.

This guy must be one of the strongest Demons within the current level… We must win the third match, we need to resort to even more special methods.

Once the Upgrade is over, I shall strangle all these freaks here.”

The completely destroyed stone venue required some time to heal… The final match was therefore delayed accordingly.

“Snail Man, come here.”

Taking advantage of the gap.

The Sanctifier called over the last contestant… Even though this contestant, known as Snail Man, held a special status among Craftsmen, his strength was also the strongest of this batch heading to the bordering area.

But the Sanctifier was still not at ease because of the terrifying strength Hop had just demonstrated.

Upon the Sanctifier’s summons.

A pair of hairy, stout legs extended from under the building, at the same time, lifting the entire stone cottage… Revealing just the strong lower half of the body, moving like a snail, carrying its ‘home’ on its back.

“Sanctifier.”

“If it were you facing that guy just now, what would be the odds of victory?”

From within the stone house, a deep voice emerged:

“Perhaps thirty percent, or seventieth… The opponent had bet on his tongue from the beginning; it was Myo Se’s overconfidence and underestimation that led to her failure.

Of course.

The opponent might also have other tactics and cards up her sleeve that they haven’t played.

Even with my abilities, I can only barely defend against the ‘tongue attack,’ and I too would be injured… If we went head-to-head, it would depend on how many cards the opponent still holds.”

The Sanctifier controlled his emotions as much as possible, speaking evenly: “You belong to the rather rare [Artisans], with a perfect fusion of body and craft.

It is precisely because of this that your receptivity to the Golden Liquid is far higher than that of Mordor and Myo Se… and your stone attribute is also similar to gold.

Your heart has undergone a gold transformation of over 80%, hasn’t it?”

“83%…”

“Quite impressive… But the guy you’ll be facing in the end may be even tougher. This match concerns my face as well as the honor of the artisans; failure is not an option.”

With that,

the Sanctifier suddenly extended his golden arm.

Ignoring the stone house’s obstruction, he penetrated directly through Snail Man’s body, hidden within, and reached his heart.

The Sanctifier was etching some bizarre secret texts onto the surface of his heart.

This kind of touch brought immediate soul pain, as if something was being branded into the soul.

“If I feel that you are not up to it, I will take over your body myself.

Go… I hope you can manage on your own.

If I am forced to take over, your heart will complete 100% of its gold transformation. Such a transformation is irreversible, and you will only be able to choose the same golden path as mine from then on.”

“Yes, I will not disappoint you, Sanctifier.”

…

At the other end,

upon Hop’s return to the team, he immediately received praise from the Mad Demon Green.

Clap clap clap~

Three consecutive pats struck the back area of Hop.

The strength Hop displayed just now had exceeded Green’s expectations. A being who could surpass him on a level of strength naturally also received Green’s absolute recognition.

“Hop, you sure have something! After the London Game ends, are you interested in taking a trip to my homeworld with me? I’ll introduce you to my father; he might like you too.

And, Father has finished modifying the Door of Fate.

Even purebred demons like us can enter it in our humanoid forms. Would you be interested in teaming up?”

“This… I need to consult with Lord Meat Ancestor… but I am very interested in Fate Space.”

“Hmm, it’s my turn to enter the arena now; I must finish this tedious game.

I have to drag Sally back with me to have children and also get her to join our team.”

“Green, be careful… these guys contain gold that doesn’t belong to them.

When my tongue broke through the gold-covered heart just now, it was also somewhat forced… The last one to come out will probably contain even more gold.”

Green displayed a frowning expression: “Are you worried about me?”

This question sent Hop’s body hair standing on end, his muscles spontaneously forming a defense layer on his skin, “No, I was just…”

Suddenly, Green’s expression changed to a smile, patting Hop’s shoulder and interrupting his explanation, calming his nervousness.

“It’s rare for someone to care about me, thanks Hop! But personally, I would prefer it if that Sanctifier would take the stage; these little guys sent for trial are too boring.”