#2484 - Hard-core
A young man, not particularly burly, emerged from behind Ives.
He even appeared somewhat short.
He seemed out of place among the group of gladiators.
Strangely, the muscle definition throughout his body could only be described as smooth; he didn't give off a particularly powerful vibe.
Also, there was his skin tone.
His skin had a dark red hue, like a burn scar.
He must be some kind of alien race.
Nota stared at Fang Heng, a grin spreading across his face, revealing sharp teeth, as if he were looking at prey about to be slaughtered.
“Whoosh!!”
Nota launched the first attack, his figure flashing as he rapidly approached Fang Heng, leaving a red streak in the air!
Fang Heng stood his ground, neither dodging nor evading, and threw a punch forward.
“Bang!!!!”
A heavy thud echoed from the center of the arena.
A look of surprise flickered in the eyes of all the onlookers.
Someone in the White Prison Arena was actually able to suppress Nota in terms of strength, aside from the highest-ranking observers!
After throwing the punch, Fang Heng immediately felt a scorching force surge into his body, but it was quickly dissipated by the mental power within his sea of consciousness.
His opponent's strength was immense, and the attack was augmented with some kind of special ability; it wasn't as simple as it looked on the surface.
An SSS-ranked gladiator; their strength has indeed increased significantly.
Fang Heng quickly adjusted his tactics, deciding to stall for time.
As the sacrificial area's magic array gradually activated, the black mist aura within the hall would become increasingly dense.
For him, the advantage on the battlefield would only grow larger and larger.
So Fang Heng wasn't in a hurry; he didn't actively use his Death God form to pursue Nota, but instead stood his ground, waiting for Nota's next attack.
“Slap!”
After being knocked back, Nota quickly adjusted his body, landed, and bounced off the ground, charging towards Fang Heng again!
This time, his figure split into two in mid-air!
Huh?
Fang Heng's heart stirred; was it an illusion?
“Bang! Bang bang!!!!”
Fang Heng stood his ground and threw two consecutive punches forward!
“Bang! Bang!!!!”
Two figures, one in front of the other, were sent flying!
They were both solid mirror images with the ability to attack!
Fang Heng frowned.
The next moment, the Nota who had been knocked away split into four in mid-air!
Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!!!!
As he split apart, Nota's original strength attribute decreased slightly, while his agility attribute increased somewhat.
Fang Heng quickly assessed his opponent's strength.
Strangely, as time gradually passed, Nota's various abilities and attributes continued to climb!
From the outside of the battlefield, the crowd could see streaks of red figures darting around, constantly attacking Fang Heng, who was standing in the center of the battlefield.
But that kid was actually holding them off!
There was actually someone who could really withstand Nota's attacks!
The crowd's expressions were slightly shocked.
Fang Heng!
Just what was that kid's background?
Didn't he realize that as the battle progressed, Nota's strength was constantly increasing?!
Legend has it that Nota possessed a racial talent inherited from the Abyssal demons!
Affected by the bloodline talent, Nota would become increasingly frenzied in battle, until he died or completely lost consciousness, becoming a puppet controlled by slaughter.
In Nota's past battles, the fight would always end before Nota went berserk, or he would be stopped by the observers and arena referees.
But in the current situation, no one was interfering in the battle between the two!
Nota was becoming more and more frenzied! His speed and strength attributes were soaring!
Looking closely, Nota's eyes were bloodshot, and a faint dark red bloody mist enveloped his body!
The various attributes of his body were being squeezed to the limit, and tiny droplets of blood mist were constantly seeping out of Nota's body!
“Bang!!”
A fist slammed heavily into Fang Heng's body. With Fang Heng's current strength attribute, he was actually starting to feel like he couldn't withstand it, and he was forced back half a step by the punch.
“That's about enough.”
After fighting for about five minutes, a thin layer of polluted black mist had gathered in the entire hall.
Some 'sacrifices' had already been contaminated and were gradually falling into a state of corruption.
Xiao Wudao glanced at the sacrifices around him, who were gradually becoming restless, and said in a deep voice, “Ives, you need to speed things up.”
“Hmph.”
Ives snorted coldly, not replying.
Nota had already entered a state of madness.
He couldn't hear what outsiders were saying at all, and his killing intent was firmly locked onto Fang Heng.
At this moment, Fang Heng, who had been standing still and passively defending, moved for the first time, instantly activating and turning into a blur, rapidly fleeing to the right.
Trying to run?
Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!!!!
The four red figures behind him rapidly gave chase.
Sensing the figures rapidly approaching from behind, Fang Heng quickly condensed a mark in front of him.
Beast Mastery!
Summon!
A Shadow Demon Rat darted out of the magic array, quickly appearing and leaping onto Fang Heng's shoulder.
“Whoosh!!!!”
A thick cloud of polluted black mist spewed out of its mouth!
The hall was already filled with various mixed demon seed contamination forces, coupled with the black mist spewed out by the Shadow Demon Rat.
Instantly, the two black mists merged!
Fang Heng's body disappeared into the black mist.
In essence, there was still a significant difference between the two black mists.
The black mist leaking from the demon seed sealing magic array was of extremely high quality, but it was controlled by the magic array, so very little leaked out, while the black mist released by the Shadow Demon Rat was more for shielding perception, so there was a large quantity!
In addition, the entire ritual plaza was closed off. For a time, the concentration of black mist in the plaza skyrocketed!
Immediately, a large number of people lost their perception of Fang Heng!
What kind of special ability was that?
It seemed that Fang Heng was borrowing the power of the black mist in the plaza?
The crowd couldn't help but be greatly surprised at the sight.
Ives also frowned slightly, locking his perception firmly onto Fang Heng.
Nota was still frantically chasing Fang Heng.
A subordinate approached Ives and said in a low voice, “Sir, the situation seems a bit off…”
“No need to worry, he's already reaching his limit.”
As he spoke, the sacrifices affected by the various demon seeds completely entered a state of corruption and gradually revived.
Xiao Wudao raised his hand, signaling his subordinates to deal with the corrupted sacrifices first.
At the same time, a few traces of solemnity appeared in Xiao Wudao's eyes.
Due to Fang Heng's appearance, the concentration of black mist in the entire hall had greatly increased compared to the previous missions.
Even his perception was greatly suppressed.
It was even more conceivable that the strength of others would be greatly weakened.
