389 Chapter 309: The Birth of the King [2/2]

'Roar!'

The skeleton blood dragon released Dragon Breath dozens of meters long again. Although the aura contained in it was much weaker than before, it still caused enormous damage to the enemy...

"Corpse Explosion!"

A blood-colored ball smashed into the crowd and exploded instantly. The terrifying corrosiveness swallowed everything around it.

'Bang!'

A black flame burned fiercely. It covered a hundred meters in the blink of an eye. Those who were uninfected immediately felt a fire burned their souls...

The last of the troop fell on the smoking square.

Only Richard's indifferent figure remained among the 1,000 players in the final battle.

None of the other players survived.

The initially tense atmosphere suddenly turned peaceful at this moment.

Under the silent gazes of over ten billion people in the live broadcasting room, Richard stepped through the cracks of the bones on the ground and made his way to the blood throne in the center.

He turned around and turned his back to the throne. He raised his head slightly to look at the sky. It was red in contrast to the sea of lava.

At this moment, the endless sea of lava surrounded the broken square like an isolated island. A giant hundred of thousands of meters tall outside the furnace stood brazenly.

Time seemed to have slowed down by dozens of times.

The corpses all over the ground and the epic scene on the outside made everything seem so special.

The audience in the live broadcasting room had already exceeded 10 billion.

The system had extinguished the rest of the live broadcasting rooms.

No one had a second choice.

The audience looked at the figure. It stood in front of the blood throne. They could not calm down for a long time.

Even though many people initially were confident that Qingqiu would be the victor.

But no one had expected that the other party would ascend to the throne in such a manner.

He had stepped on all the players who had stopped him reach the altar.

It was so direct, so turbulent, so... It was shocking.

After the death match started.

Ever since they had encountered the first special boss, the rotten worm, they had thought countless times that the other party would fall.

However, Qingqiu used his absolute might to slap them in the face repeatedly.

Now, he had even won the title of King of Gladiator in such a special way.

The audience's emotions are complicated beyond words.

Qingqiu could fight one against 30, and 300 against 9,000 in the Demon King Challenge. They thought it was an unsurpassable legend. But they didn't expect to see one against a hundred and 300 against 30,000, and still, the victor.

"Qingqiu, bull nose!!!"

Qingqiu is the first player to make them feel like they can't touch him. No matter how strong the others were, they were still within the average level. But this monster is so strong that he doesn't follow the rules...

[F*ck, I'm also a member of the anti-Qingqiu alliance? Is it too late to back out now?]

[This battle made my scalp tingle. It's so cool. It is the ultimate goal we pursue, to sweep away everything. All enemies!]

Admiration, envy, and regret shrouded the forum.

The audience had never felt so conflicted before. Richard's strength shocked them, and they envied his troops.

The players who had left the final battle saw the comments on the forum.

All of them were supremely bitter.

Many people clenched their fists. Unwillingness shrouded their faces.

Hundreds of people were against one person. In the end, they still lost.

They had lost so thoroughly that they couldn't even find a reason.

The other party simply crushed them.

It was a crushing defeat of strength. There was no reason for it.

Who would believe it? They were all players, but one person annihilated hundreds of them.

The only thing that comforted them was that the person who overturned their car was Qingqiu.

To be defeated by this top existence among tens of billions of people... It didn't seem hard to accept.

At the very least, they had fought with the other party. Those who continued to talk on the forums did not even have the chance to battle with Qingqiu.

When they thought of this, their hearts inexplicably felt comfortable.

"Qingqiu defeated us. We are different from weaklings. You can't even touch Qingqiu's face. What reason do you have to mock us?"

Richard looked at the sky and the giant's shadow for a long time before he returned to his senses.

A high-intensity battle would consume a vast amount of spiritual power.

He turned around and looked at the few heroes who silently accompanied him. A smile appeared on his face.

Fortunately, he had them. Xina, Gunter, Alves, and Renee.

On the day forward, these are his companions who fought for him.

He was not alone.

And outside the death arena fighting ring, countless residents unconditionally trusted him and longed for his return.

He was never a loner.

The face that grains of yellow sand blurred suddenly showed a bright smile.

The exhaustion in his heart eased a lot.