The Final Hour
The arena was soaked in the blood of the fallen. Bodies lay scattered across the ground, weapons discarded, and the echoes of battle slowly faded into silence. Mo Long stood among the carnage, his chest heaving as he wiped the blood from his blade. The timer above the arena ticked down its final seconds, each one a heartbeat of tension. He had pushed himself to the edge, using every last bit of strength, cunning, and luck to outlast the rest.
Mo Long's eyes flicked to the system window before him, his heart racing as he took in the numbers.
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**System Stats:**
- **Name:** Mo Long
- **Race:** Human
- **Gender:** Male
- **Level:** 1
- **Health:** 85/100
- **Strength:** 17
- **Agility:** 16
- **Physique:** 16
- **Qi:** None
- **Skills:** None
- **Spiritual Root:** Two Spiritual Roots
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He had sold everything he could, every sword, spear, and knife he could find, all to ensure he had enough points to survive. But now, as the clock reached its final moment, he could only wait.
*3… 2… 1…*
A loud chime echoed through the arena, and the system's voice reverberated in his mind: "Time is up. The participant with the most points is... Mo Long with 95 points, five more than the second place."
A moment of relief washed over him, but it was short-lived. The system continued, cold and merciless. "All other participants will now be terminated."
Mo Long barely had time to register the announcement before the arena was filled with the sound of bodies detonating. Those who had fallen behind in points exploded where they stood, reduced to nothing but red mist. The sight was horrifying, but Mo Long forced himself to watch, knowing that it was only by a hair's breadth that he had avoided their fate.
When the last of the explosions faded, the arena was empty save for Mo Long and a few other victors. The ground beneath them trembled, and in a flash, Mo Long found himself teleported to a smaller arena. Here, only a hundred contestants remained.
"The final battle begins now," the system declared. "Only one shall emerge as the true victor."
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Mo Long's body was still trembling from the previous fight, but there was no time to rest. The system's words barely faded when the first clash of steel rang out. He quickly surveyed his surroundings. Each fighter was the strongest from their group, and it showed in their eyes—cold, calculating, and filled with the desperation to survive.
A large man wielding a warhammer charged at Mo Long. The man's strength was monstrous, each swing of his hammer creating shockwaves in the air. Mo Long, however, used his agility to stay one step ahead, dodging and weaving through the attacks. With a precise strike, Mo Long slashed at the man's legs, bringing him down. Before the giant could recover, Mo Long finished him with a clean strike to the throat.
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**System Update:**
- **Points:** 100 (+5)
- **Health:** 85/100
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Mo Long barely had time to catch his breath before a swordsman, quick and deadly, approached him. This opponent was fast, nearly matching Mo Long in agility. The two danced around the arena, their blades clashing in a deadly rhythm. As the battle wore on, Mo Long could feel his stamina waning. He needed to end it quickly.
Using his points, Mo Long increased his strength by one and agility by one, giving him the edge he needed. With a final burst of speed, he parried the swordsman's thrust and delivered a powerful counterattack, cutting his opponent down.
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**System Update:**
- **Points:** 98 (-2)
- **Health:** 85/100
- **Strength:** 18
- **Agility:** 17
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Now, standing at the edge of the arena, Mo Long faced his toughest challenge yet: two opponents, both fierce and experienced. One wielded a massive spear, his reach far superior to Mo Long's, while the other was a martial artist, his body a weapon in itself. They had formed an uneasy alliance, aiming to take Mo Long down together before turning on each other.
The spear-wielder attacked first, his weapon striking like a viper. Mo Long dodged, but the martial artist was already on him, delivering a flurry of blows. Mo Long barely managed to block with his sword, feeling the impact rattle his bones.
*I can't take them both like this,* Mo Long thought, his mind racing. Without hesitation, he used 3 points to increase his agility and 3 points to boost his strength further.
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System Update:
- Points: 92 (-6)
- Health: 75/100
- Strength: 21
- Agility: 20
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With his newfound speed and power, Mo Long became a blur. He dodged the spear thrusts with ease, closing the distance between him and the martial artist. A swift kick to the side of the martial artist's head sent him sprawling, and Mo Long followed through with a fatal thrust to the chest.
Turning back to the spear-wielder, Mo Long's eyes narrowed. The man hesitated, seeing his ally fall so quickly. But Mo Long didn't give him a chance to regroup. He dashed forward, deflecting the spear with his sword and delivering a crushing blow to the man's chest. The spear-wielder crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
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System Update:
- Points: 112 (+10)
- Health: 40/100
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Despite his victories, Mo Long was exhausted. His body ached, and he could feel his strength fading. He knew he couldn't afford to let his health drop any further, not with the fight still raging on. Without hesitation, he decided to use 10 of his remaining points to fully heal himself.
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System Update:
- Points: 102 (-10)
- Health: 100/100
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As the healing energy surged through his body, the pain vanished, replaced by a renewed sense of strength and focus. Mo Long took a deep breath, feeling his body restored to peak condition. The arena still held a few formidable opponents, but now, with his health fully restored, he was ready to face them head-on. There was no room for hesitation—only victory or death awaited him.
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**[To be continued...]**
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