Chapter 172 The Tenth Battle


    Standing in the arena, the middle-aged drunk man was well prepared, sending out an invincible power


    fiercely, much like a king of beasts baring his teeth.


    ''I have to say… there''s no doubt he''s a strong opponent.


    Fine, then. Let us fight and see who will be leftughing in the end, '' Darren thought to himself as he


    wholly felt his rival''s power.


    Though the drunk man could be considered a strong cultivator, Darren could tell that he was still


    weaker than Bruce. With that in mind, Darren made his move. The moment heunched his attack with


    the de, overwhelming de intent darted toward his opponent violently. The next moment, Darren


    shed in the air and disappeared entirely.


    The man, still seemingly drunk, continued waving his jug casually and taking swigs out of it.


    Little did the crowd know that it was exactly those seemingly casual waving movements that blocked


    Darren''s de intent.


    Since Darren had already predicted that the man wouldn''t get hurt easily by his de intent, the attack


    was never his main intention. While the de intent stalled him, Darren secretly sneaked up behind his


    opponent.


    "Cracking Attack!


    Profound Nine Sword Skills!"


    Without any reservation, Darren attacked using de and sword—he had the best timing.


    The power utilizing de and sword intents together was at least a ten times more formidable attack


    than using any of them alone.


    Surprise shed across the middle-aged man''s face. The overwhelming power shocked him enough


    into finally taking the battle seriously.


    In an instantaneous burst, the man darted forward and kicked the jug into the air. With that, the burning


    fire surrounded the jug, splitting in the air before gathering together above the arena like streams


    merging into a river.


    The man then began changing his position andunching various strikes in almost every corner of the


    stage, much like an invisible spirit. His every strike summoned such strong power that it could even kill


    a cultivator at the top level of the Mysterious Realm.


    Boom! Boom! Boom!


    Deafening noises resounded in the air, loud and clear.


    Countless collisions between sword and de shed as the middle-aged man transformed. It was a


    truly violent and fierce fight. Although the protection set around the arena had diminished the impact,


    the surrounding building was still shaking under the immense power.


    "You sure are looking for death!" the man shouted angrily. It was made evident that Darren was a tough


    guy to deal with. In this way, his determination to kill Darren was stronger more than ever.


    "Stop speaking nonsense! Let''s see who''ll beughing at the end!"


    Covered by his ck armor, Darren shouted back. Apart from continuing to summon de and sword


    intent in a frenzy, Darren secretly summoned a trace of demonic internal force.


    With that, he moved forward to fight face-to-face. Boom! The two vague shadows collided violently.


    An enormous force struck them both from the collision.


    The man was forced to take a few steps back until he was right on the edge of the stage before he


    regained his bnce.


    At that moment, his casual attitude disappearedpletely. There was no longer any sign of


    intoxication on his face—he stared at Darren with a puzzled frown.


    Though Darren had great power, that didn''t scare him at all. What intimidated him was something


    unusual—something dark, cold, and spiritual that attacked and destroyed his energy meridians.


    Although he could feel the pain from it, he couldn''t tell what exactly it was.


    While Darren retreated several steps because of the collision, he bounced off in a blink of an eye and


    Darren''s strength had been entirely generated—in the next thirty minutes, he didn''t stop attacking, not


    allowing his opponent to take a breath in the barrage.


    Having umted much power internally, Darren, in some way, was akin to a tremendous stream


    with inexhaustible water. On the contrary, the middle-aged man''s vital energy was reduced from every


    attack. As time went by, his breath got far weaker than thest.


    It was clear to the man that he wouldn''t be able to stand Darren''s relentless attack any longer. If the


    battle continued as it did, he would die of exhaustion—he had to do something to shift the scene.


    ''''Omnipotent Talent Skill!'''' Finally, he managed to shout with a fire burning in his eyes.


    "Oh no… shit! He has Omnipotent Talent Skill!" Even someone as strong as Darren knew that it was


    never good news.


    Suddenly, the burning jug floating in the air exploded, turning into a ming dragon dancing on the


    stage.


    Everyone in the stands was stunned at the sight.


    "Seriously? That is the strongest hit of Wonder Realm!" The crowd went wild—the seemingly ordinary


    middle-aged man hadpletely exceeded their expectations. It was the skill of Wonder Realm. With


    that, they had already spected Darren''s inevitable doom. How unlucky it was for Darren to be paired


    with such a man. Some even started to feel sorry for Darren.


    But Darren didn''t seem to think so. "Humph! Just so-so. I expect something better. Turns out, it''s


    merely another flop!"


    Having witnessed what the genuine Omnipotent Talent Skill of Wonder Realm was capable of, Darren


    could tell that the ming dragon''s strength was a mere one-thousandth of that at most. The difference


    between the two was that of a drop of water to a huge stream—it wasn''t even worth making a


    Assuming that the middle-aged man did master the integral Omnipotent Talent Skill, howe he


    flopped so quickly from Wonder Realm?


    The ming dragon was merely a fundamental hit of supernatural martial skill—it was definitely not all


    that scary or formidable as others thought it was.


    Setting his eyes on the stage fiercely, Darren saw there wasn''t anything visible in the fire.


    "Maybe this is a good chance…" Sensing the opportunity arising, Darren immediately practiced the


    demon core and covered his entire body with ck armor.


    "What? No!" The middle-aged man stared at Darren in disbelief. A familiar cold and overwhelming


    pressure was emitted from Darren''s body and intimidated the man terribly—every cell in his body told


    him to "run away," but he was frozen in ce.


    When Darren moved, he summoned his strength in the de andnded a strike on his motionless


    opponent.


    Instantaneously, the man was smashed into pieces, along with the ming dragon.


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    Returning to his original form, Darren flew away. "What happens?


    Huh? Where does the older guy go… that drunk guy?"


    "Who wins?"


    The moment Darren walked out, curiosity erupted in the crowd.


    "Fetch someone to collect the body!" As he stood in front of the stands, Darren shouted at the


    audience.


    After a while, the many strong cultivators of Mysterious Realm managed to put out the seemingly


    endless fire on stage.


    The tform had be a sheer ck because of the violent fight and the man''s scattered body parts


    were prominent in the bareness.


    "What? He''s dead!"


    "The drunk is dead!"


    The audience uttered their exmations of disbelief. How was it possible?


    Of course, Darren felt no sense of remorse for killing the middle-aged man. Anyway, why should he


    have felt any? The man tried to kill him as well—he used Omnipotent Talent Skill, destructive enough to


    kill Darren had he been even slightly weaker. And Darren was no saint who would forgive someone


    trying to take his life. There could be only one survivor.


    On top of that, it was the kind of battle where there could only be a single winner and survivor. Losers


    were hardly ever left—most of them died in the arena.


    "Darren wins! Ha! I bet all forty thousand ink stones on him. I knew it! I told you he would win!"


    "Holy shit, I lost everything… no… it can''t be true. Damn!"


    After the contest some screamed happily for making a big fortune—they had luckily bet on Darren


    earlier. The rest whined, realizing that they had made an awful choice too early.


    Regardless, everyone was shocked by Darren''s strength—he was even more eye-catchingpared


    to the genius they witnessed yesterday.


    That one took up two hours in the ninth battle and got slightly wounded. Still, it was a gorgeous victory.


    But Darren won all too easily, presenting a stunning performance. The fighter from yesterday looked


    too ordinarypared to Darren.


    "Oh my god, he wins! He keeps winning like every battle is a piece of cake. What a talent!" A man in


    the stands marveled at Darren''s strength.


    "It''s unbelievable! I have no clue how he managed it!" Stunned speechless, Eva couldn''t even give a


    proper response as the shock overcame her.


    "Jaya, do you think he''ll continue the fight or not?" Harvey asked in curiosity about Darren''s choice.


    "I bet he will.


    In the tenth battle, he will encounter the genius of the Ancient Family… wow! So exciting! A fight


    between two strong cultivators… I can''t wait!


    Guess who the final winner will be?"


    Indeed, Darren nned to keep on fighting. He flew straight to the stands and got ready to sign his


    name on the life-and-death contract, clearly exonerating the contestant''s responsibility in causing


    another''s death as well.


    "Darren, this is your reward and the money you won. Five million two hundred and nine thousand ink


    stones. Here you are!" Excitedly, Jaya gave Darren a purple golden card.


    With that, Darren put it in his Space Ring, knowing he could have it changed to ink stones at any time.


    Or perhaps he could use it the next day? The card circted both in Prison Battle Arena and the


    auction house since the two ces ran under the same boss.


    "Oh, Darren! You''re so gorgeous and powerful. I''m Eva, it''s wonderful to meet you!" Eva eximed, her


    eyes sparkling with admiration.


    Among all the strong cultivators Eva had met, no one was so powerful at such a young age—Darren


    was undoubtedly a genius.


    With a gentle nod, Darren turned to Harvey, "Please give me the contract of the tenth battle."


    Harvey''s shock was indescribable—the tenth battle? It was unbelievable to think that Darren still had


    any energy to continue fighting.


    The genius he saw yesterday was already the man of the hour… but Darren? He was even wilder and


    more powerful.


    With those two fighting, the battle scene would be spectacr—there must have been a sea of people


    waiting to buy a ticket. It didn''t hurt that the people could bet on two hot geniuses. The tickets and bet


    As if he saw the money fly toward him, Harvey was filled with excitement. "Darren! Please don''t hold


    back and fight! I promise you''ll get your eight million ink stones whether you win or lose."


    ''Eight million ink stones?'' Darren thought. That exceeded his expectations, indeed.


    Apart from that, Harvey was determined to introduce Darren to Grunkle if he won the next battle.


    Grunkle was the perfect elder of Heavenly Pce Sect. It was his existence that offered their family the


    opportunity to build up such a huge businesswork in Lotus City. Even the Holy Land still honored


    Grunkle—he was definitely a big deal!


    A few momentster, Darren signed the contract and appeared on stage as the audience cheered.