Blood-Soaked Cheers

Cheers and roars filled the arena.

Kane leaned against the edge of the arena and slowly adjusted his breathing.

There were various fragments and parts scattered around the arena. The black liquid was about to contaminate the entire arena.

There were all kinds of broken limbs on the ground, and there were long-range puppets holding crossbows and bows with relatively intact corpses.

As for the melee puppets with weapons, their corpses were either scattered on the ground or their shattered heads shone with sparks.

The previous wave of three heavy-armored puppets with axes and shields, plus five thin puppets who harassed him, left Kane with little stamina.

Air wall, steel spider silk, transparent arrows.

These also continued to consume his magic.

He looked up at the crystal hourglass in the sky. There was only one last layer of sand left in the container above.

As the monsters got stronger, Kane had more time to rest in between.

Without those breaks, Kane would be be able to lean on the wall for a rest now.

The last grains of sand began to slide down.

The tournament began.

The last faint light spilled down.

Five tall figures began to materialize. Three puppets in heavy armor held shields and spears in front of them, and two tall puppets with huge crossbows stood not far behind them.

Kane didn't hesitate. He couldn't.

The last few waves of battle had taught him the importance of taking the lead.

With a flick of his wrist, a strand of spider silk shot out and stuck to the puppet holding the shield in front of him.

He pulled hard. The puppet stood firm and did not move.

And Kane wanted this to happen. He used the momentum to pull himself over.

Seeing Kane fly over, the three puppets immediately raised their shields and spears.

But midway, Kane pushed off the ground and flew into the air diagonally above the puppets.

In midair, Kane turned and shot a strand of spider silk with his left hand, sticking it to one of the long-range puppets in the rear.

He pulled himself hard towards the other party.

That puppet was holding the giant crossbow. It had just loaded the bolt. Although they were not as stiff as the thin puppets, weapons like the giant crossbow restricted his speed.

And Kane took less than two seconds in his move.

As he pulled himself toward the puppet, Kane had picked up the spear in his right hand and aimed it at him. He had even casually placed a mark of a traitor on him.

The spear that pierced over from midair was powerful and unstoppable.

The puppet had no chance to react or fight back before its head was pierced and nailed to the ground.

The death of their companion could not affect the other puppet. They had no emotions. Their hearts were empty, long gone.

When Kane attacked the other puppet, he just cocked his crossbow coldly.

He raised the crossbow and aimed.

A mechanical brain, a cold void, allowed him to aim with precision.

Kane had only encountered one such tall, long-range puppet in the first two waves. Based on his earlier move to kill long-range soldiers first, that puppet naturally did not shoot an arrow.

So he had underestimated the combat wisdom of such puppets.

The moment he killed the puppet under his feet, he turned around to dodge this attack.

However, not only did he underestimate the puppets, but he also underestimated the ordinary giant crossbows in their hands.

Kane was still half a beat too slow to dodge. The flying bolts shattered his outer layer of transparent heavy armor.

Fortunately, he was only half a beat slow. The arrow only hit his left shoulder in the end. The bolt flew out with a chunk of flesh on the edge of his shoulder.

Blood began to slide down his arm.

The sharp pain stimulated the adrenaline to surge and suppress the pain.

This sudden fatality stimulated Kane. For the first time in his life, he faced such danger.

His stimulated brain made him forget the pain. Now he just wanted to eliminate this source of danger.

As he turned to dodge, Kane used his magic to condense a steel spear. He swayed his hips and raised the spear, throwing it fiercely.

The transparent short spear cut through the air and pierced the puppet's body, pinning him to the ground. The spider silk that followed immobilized him.

After doing this, Kane did not forget the three heavy-armored puppets slowly pushing over.

Turning around, he immediately rushed over and did not conserve the remaining magic power in his body. He made a transparent cage and temporarily locked up two of the puppets.

Then he dodged another puppet's spear thrust and took half a step back.

He put the traitor mark on the puppet and shot a cloud of cobwebs from his right wrist to tie a huge square of transparent steel to his shield. Then he used his magic to regain the weight of his shield.

The sudden weight made the shield fall from his hand. When he tried to pick it up again, the big shield stood motionless in midair.

Kane would not give up the opportunity he had spent so much magic to create. He swung the spear at the puppet's head, blocking out the sky and shooting through with a cold light.

He pulled his spear out hard, and the puppet fell with the force.

Kane turned and attacked the two trapped puppets beside him.

The transparent cage was already on the verge of collapse under the attack of the two puppets.

The magic continued to flow out, dividing them and reinforcing one of the cages.

The other puppet sensed the disappearance of the transparent wall and immediately charged at Kane with its shield raised.

Kane created various cubes of different sizes at his feet and backed away.

The puppet had just rushed to Kane's position when it tripped over a sudden object under its feet. One of its legs that had adjusted its position stepped on another irregular polyhedron.

This polyhedron was the last straw.

He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Even as he fell, he did not forget to keep his shield on himself.

Kane rushed over and thrust his spear down into the gap in the shield.

The injury on his left shoulder allowed him to only use one hand to exert strength.

A cylinder was erected in the middle of the spear shaft, and he lifted the shield that was blocking the puppet.

Give me a fulcrum.

The inexplicable force made the puppet unable to fight for control of the shield and was sent flying.

He made a prompt decision and immediately stabbed in the direction he had just used his spear.

Kane blocked it with his raised spear, brushing aside the spear that was stabbing at him.

The spearhead stabbed straight at the puppet on the ground. The puppet on the ground was powerless to resist.

The spearhead penetrated his iron skull without a hitch. In the face of extreme penetration, even an iron skull would perish.

Now there was only the last puppet left. Kane looked in that direction.

The puppet was smashing the air hard, making loud bangs.

Kane slowed down for a moment. His left arm was covered in his own blood, and it dripped to the ground along his wrist.

The intense pain could not be suppressed.

Kane let out an involuntary groan.

He gritted his teeth and wrapped the magic plasticine on his shoulder and on his skin all the way down.

Then he used his remaining magic power to freeze it.

The transparency of the material revealed the gap in Kane's arm.

After tending to the wound, he went behind the cage.

He would mark it first and turn the medium penetration that blotted out the sky into extreme penetration.

The small size of the cage made it impossible for the puppet to turn around.

He could only knock the air as hard as he could. The noise made him look helpless.

Standing behind him, Kane decided to give him back his freedom.

He waved the cage away, not giving it any chance. He couldn't afford to give it now.

The moment the cage dissipated, the sky cover penetrated through the back of the puppet's head and came out from his face.

The spear was pulled out.

The fallen body kicked up a cloud of dust.

See, you're free.

He came to the remote puppet that had just been nailed to the ground.

The short spear that had pinned him to the ground had long disappeared, replaced by the big hole in his body.

As he struggled in the spider silk, dark 'blood' flowed out of the big hole in the middle of his body.

"Thank you for a vivid lesson. In gratitude, I'll let you go free."

He thrust the spear down hard.

The deafening cheers and roars from the stands resounded throughout the dungeon.