Deep Sea King that's it?

"What? You're telling me this Sea Race idiot is the Deep Sea King?"

"Deep Sea King? That's it?"

That's it?

That's it??

That's it???

The words struck like a spark in dry grass, igniting the fury Ronal had barely restrained. The players' taunts had already tested his patience, but Beef Noodle's dismissive "that's it?" was the final straw.

"This king will kill you first!!!" Ronal roared, abandoning He Yiming and lunging toward Beef Noodle.

It worked.

Beef Noodle had successfully provoked him.

Pop.

Ronal's massive claw closed around him in an instant.

"I'll crush you completely! I'll make you regret ever opening your mouth!" Ronal sneered, lifting Beef Noodle toward his open jaws.

"Fuck you! Come on! Who's afraid of you?" The defiant shout rang out, and for a brief moment, Ronal hesitated.

This little human wasn't afraid? Even the most hardened warriors of the Sea Race showed hesitation before death. But this one…

The watching players had mixed reactions.

"Brother Noodle is shameless! He doesn't care about martial ethics!"

"Hold the grass, since when has he ever cared?"

"Shhh, don't say it!"

But as Ronal's jaws opened wider, a wave of realization swept through the players.

A familiar scene.

They understood.

And then,so did He Yiming.

Could it be…

"If Beef Noodle actually pulls this off, we'll have a chance… But my Heavenly Thunder Technique alone isn't enough"

Dark storm clouds churned overhead, releasing a torrential downpour upon the battlefield. Thunder rumbled through the heavens, each deafening crack echoing the intensity of the clash below.

He Yiming's gaze lifted. Above the clouds, lightning surged wildly, its immense power waiting to be harnessed. His heart tightened. A decision formed.

Meanwhile, Ronal sneered.

"This king will eat you now!" His booming laughter resonated as he hoisted Beef Noodles high, his massive jaws stretching open.

Then, a flicker of suspicion crossed Ronal's eyes.

Without hesitation, he tore apart Beef Noodles' robe.

A cascade of strange, toxic substances tumbled onto the ground, their pungent fumes mixing with the scent of rain and blood.

The players froze.

"Uh-oh…" someone whispered, their voice laced with dread.

"Hahaha, that's it?" Ronal's expression twisted into one of smug triumph.

"You thought you could trick me?" His voice dripped with disdain. "You wanted me to let my guard down, to swallow these pathetic little poisons? Foolish! Too foolish!"

Mocking laughter spilled from his lips as he shredded the last remnants of Beef Noodles' clothing, ensuring no trace of poison remained.

Beef Noodles' expression shifted.

Confidence gave way to horror.

His face went pale.

"How… how could this happen?" His voice trembled, disbelief seeping into every word.

"You ants and your pathetic tricks mean nothing to me!" Ronal sneered. His sharp gaze scanned Beef Noodles once more—no signs of poisoning, no foul play. The human hadn't even ingested anything himself.

Satisfied, Ronal's lips curled into a cruel grin.

Then, with a flick of his wrist he threw Beef Noodles straight into his gaping maw.

Crunch.

A sickening snap.

A grotesque squelch.

Beef Noodles was gone.

"Hahahaha! Your last hope is dead!" Ronal's laughter boomed across the battlefield, dripping with unshakable confidence.

Star lay unconscious. First Ice Man clung desperately to life. Wang Lufei had barely revived and was nowhere near the battlefield. And now, Beef Noodles,one of their strongest players,had been devoured.

Their forces were obliterated.

He Yiming, battered and bleeding, stood on the verge of collapse. His spiritual energy was nearly drained. His body screamed in agony.

There was no one left.

"This king only needs to finish off your Sect Master… then the rest of you will follow," Ronal declared, his cold, predatory gaze locking onto He Yiming.

Victory was within his grasp.

With a few more exchanges, he forced He Yiming to a dead end.

"Time to die," Ronal sneered, raising his hand for the final strike.

The players watching from the sidelines felt despair closing in.

"It's over…"

"We lost…"

The mission was doomed. The game was over. Their struggle,everything was about to be erased.

But then,something changed.

Ronal staggered.

His towering frame wavered, suddenly unsteady. His knees buckled.

"What's… happening?" His voice, once filled with confidence, now carried a hint of unease.

The world around him blurred.

A sharp, searing pain lanced through his chest.

Then,black blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

More followed, thick and viscous, spilling like ink onto the drenched ground.

Poison.

He was poisoned.

But… how?

Panic flickered in Ronal's eyes. He had discarded all the poison himself. He had thoroughly checked Beef Noodles. The human hadn't consumed anything.

So how…?

Confusion rippled through the players.

"How did he get poisoned?"

"Yeah, Ronal threw away all the poison!"

"Brother Ming was just trying to survive! There was no way he could've done it!"

"The only one who could've poisoned him… was Beef Noodles."

But where?

A sudden realization struck.

"Wait a minute… I get it now."

"Holy shit… I do too."

"No way. No fucking way."

One by one, the players' expressions morphed into shock, awe… and a hint of horror.

They had finally understood where Beef Noodles had hidden the poison.