Lu Yuan shattered the glass of the fire emergency cabinet and casually took out the steel blade inside. The blade and handle together measured one point one meters. It had patterns on it from the steel forging process, and its edge was sharpened, looking very keen.

Unfortunately, it was of no use to Lu Yuan.

He gripped the long blade and swung it through the air a couple of times, creating sharp whistling sounds.

He applied a bit of force.

CRASH—

The entire long blade instantly fractured and disintegrated, fragments clattering to the ground.

"Light and flimsy, with no real feel to it. Like a toy."

"Besides, I've never learned any techniques for using melee weapons."

It's said that mastery in one martial art leads to understanding in all, and indeed, many armed martial arts techniques are derived from unarmed combat.

But to change my combat habits just for the slight increase in lethality that melee weapons offer would be pointlessly self-restricting.

Lu Yuan tossed aside the hilt and glanced into the nearby convenience store. The shelves were stocked with high-energy food and drinks, and in a corner, there was a small first-aid kit containing emergency bandages and the like.

Lu Yuan habitually thought of looking for a backpack.

Suddenly—WHOOSH!

The sound of something sharp piercing the air.

Lu Yuan whipped his head around...

BUZZ—

He tightly gripped a foot-long, sharp-tipped short spear in his palm. The spear's shaft was still vibrating faintly.

He showed no emotion and looked up.

He saw a young man, holding several short spears, standing behind the window of a two-story building several tens of meters to his front right.

Realizing Lu Yuan's gaze was locked on him, the man, far from hiding, grinned maliciously and slowly made a throat-slitting gesture at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan flicked his wrist.

The muscles in his right arm bulged instantaneously, then relaxed, like a fully drawn bowstring suddenly released.

With a muffled THUD, the short spear in his hand vanished.

A visible white trail of airflow extended at an incredible speed between Lu Yuan and the young man.

The man's expression shifted; he was just about to dodge when—BOOM! The window in front of him, along with the surrounding concrete wall, exploded as if hit by a shockwave.

Then, he vanished completely, leaving only faint crashing and clattering sounds from within the room.

Feast Eater, Victory Points +1.

"First, find Coach Lin's position."

Lu Yuan had already withdrawn his gaze as he casually threw the short spear.

His Spiritual Power spread out, scanning rapidly in the direction he remembered Lin Zhiquin being when they entered the arena.

At the same moment he released his Spiritual Power.

Above the pyramid, a faint red light seemed to flicker in the hollow eye sockets of the giant goat statue.

Below the goat head, the Tyrant King, seated on the throne, appeared to receive some instruction.

From beneath his black iron mask, his large, bell-like eyes suddenly shot out two sharp glints of light, his gaze instantly locking onto a figure within the City without a Top.

"Found you, Blasphemer!"

The man with the silver mask nearby understood immediately.

Quickly, on the giant screen behind them, the Victory Points next to the name "Feast Eater" rapidly changed from 1 to 501.

Simultaneously, images of an upright young man wearing a Three-eyed Goat Mask, captured from various angles, flashed across all the large battle screens surrounding the underground space.

His exact position in the City without a Top was faithfully displayed.

The spectators in the audience were initially confused. After a moment of bewilderment, they erupted into even greater excitement and fervor, assuming this was some special segment prepared by the Bloody Battle organizers.

Many Blood Fighters within the City without a Top also witnessed this.

They wore strange expressions.

Many people quietly changed direction, moving rapidly towards the "Feast Eater" shown on the screen.

Even some pairs engaged in combat, upon noticing this strange development, tacitly stopped fighting and redirected their attention.

The Tyrant King watched as a multitude of figures within the vast City without a Top surged towards a single point. The image of that lone figure at the center, seemingly about to be engulfed at any moment, was reflected in his eyes.

A trace of mockery and coldness glinted in his eyes.

"I'd like to see if your abilities... are as great as your audacity!"

「...」

"Oh?" Lu Yuan paused, noticing the changes on the large screens above. He was slightly surprised to see his own "heroic figure" displayed.

"I'm on TV. Have I been discovered?"

Through his Spiritual Power, Lu Yuan sensed Blood Fighters from a large surrounding area rushing towards him.

They were eager and excited, like a pack of sharks that had smelled blood.

"Feast Eater, 501 Victory Points."

"Defeating or killing me is worth five hundred times more than others. They all want to hit the jackpot by taking me down, huh…?"

Lu Yuan squinted, looking towards the top of the pyramid. He vaguely sensed that the Tyrant King, seated on the throne, was also looking at him.

Their eyes met.

Lu Yuan smiled, turned, and continued towards Lin Zhiquin's position.

He turned into a narrow alley.

The constant sounds of hurried footsteps and air being torn filled his ears.

With his Spiritual Power extended, a clear image formed in his mind: dozens of figures were converging on him from all directions.

At the end of the alley, several figures suddenly appeared.

Each wore a different mask and carried various melee weapons. Their eyes were cold, their expressions hostile.

Lu Yuan remained calm and continued walking forward.

A flicker of surprise crossed the eyes of the men opposite him, but it quickly morphed into cruelty.

Their pace gradually quickened.

Viewed from above, in the narrow alley, a lone, upright young man and three ambushers were approaching from opposite ends, about to collide.

This scene, like something from a movie, was faithfully recorded on the massive screens.

The spectators in the stands grew agitated, shouting eagerly.

The three ambushers suddenly accelerated, charging at the targeted young man. Their weapons glinted coldly under lights brighter than day.

As a close-quarters battle in the alley seemed imminent, many held their breath in anticipation.

Then, the next second—SWOOSH!

The screen seemed to flicker. Not even a full second passed.

When the image stabilized, it showed the ambushed young man already out of the alley, his demeanor still calm and unhurried. Behind him... lay three figures, their bodies twisted to various degrees, writhing on the ground and howling in pain.

WHOOSH—

In the instant before colliding with the three men ahead, Lu Yuan suddenly accelerated.

He made no overt moves, his body shooting straight through the middle of them. His shoulders, arms, and knees slammed into the three men, the immense impact transmitting through the collisions...

CRACK! CRACK!

Those were the sounds of bones fracturing in an instant...

He walked out of the alley.

The three who had surrounded him were already lying on the ground.

Outside the alley was a road.

Seven or eight figures now stood there.

They stared at the area behind Lu Yuan, their eyes filled with deep apprehension, but this was quickly overcome by their ferocity and aggression.

More people were rushing over.

Lu Yuan's calm gaze swept over the eight individuals. Two were empty-handed; the others held melee weapons. One of them even wore something resembling a motorcycle helmet.

"Picked up a Level 3 helmet?"

Lu Yuan winked at the helmeted man.

After locking eyes with Lu Yuan, the helmeted man charged, the long knife in his hand emitting a faint white glow and a sharp whistle as it sliced through the air. This was clearly a martial master who had cultivated Vigor.

Lu Yuan's expression remained unchanged, his eyelashes barely stirred by the wind of the blade.

His arm shot up like a spring, striking faster than the descending knife, his fist landing squarely on the man's chest.

CRACK!

The helmeted man's chest caved in deeply; Lu Yuan's fist was almost half-buried in it. He didn't even make a sound before a spray of blood erupted from under his helmet. Then, like a trash can struck head-on by a speeding truck...

WHOOSH! He flew backward and, with a BOOM, crashed into a shop more than ten meters away across the street, vanishing completely.

The two ambushers nearest to the helmeted man looked horrified, their movements faltering abruptly.

However, the others' attacks were already raining down wildly on Lu Yuan.

He took a light breath.

The next second—BOOM!

A sound like a dragon's roar seemed to echo through the area.

A resplendent golden dragon silhouette flashed past.

The seven ambushers were simultaneously blasted away as if they had all run into an exploding bomb, sent flying in different directions. They collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Between the seven men, a visible white airwave, shaped like a Swimming Dragon, was slowly dissipating.

At the end of the dragon-shaped trajectory.

Lu Yuan stood quietly.

Calm as always.

Sure-kill! [Dragon Hide Body]!

TWANG!

Lu Yuan's body trembled slightly. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

He slowly looked down and saw a small, thin figure that had appeared before him at some unknown moment.

The figure held a foot-long Six-edged Army Spike in both hands, poised to drive it viciously into Lu Yuan's kidney area...

But even as veins bulged on the attacker's hands from the force, he couldn't drive the army spike more than half a centimeter into Lu Yuan's flesh.

It felt like stabbing a thick iron ingot. Beneath the monkey mask, the attacker's face was pale and drenched in sweat, his eyes wide with utter disbelief.

"Why... why won't it go in?"

Lu Yuan did not answer.

Expressionlessly, he slightly lifted his hand...

SLAM!

The next second, a crater of cracked concrete appeared beneath his feet. The man in the monkey mask lay face down and motionless in the depression, still tightly gripping his Six-edged Army Spike.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The sound of tearing air continuously reached Lu Yuan's ears.

Figure after figure appeared in Lu Yuan's vision. They were all Blood Fighters, drawn by the news.

Their qi and blood seethed; beneath their masks were faces flushed and contorted with a mixture of manic excitement and savagery.

In their eyes, Lu Yuan was like an incredibly tempting cream cake. Every one of them wanted... to take a huge bite out of him.

PLOP.

A raindrop landed on the concrete road, spreading into a dark gray circle. Then a second, and a third...

"It's raining..." Lu Yuan slowly raised his head, somewhat surprised by the droplets falling from above.

The Bloody Battle even incorporated a real-time dynamic weather system.

The rain quickly grew heavier, drumming against the ground and forming small puddles.

Lu Yuan stood alone in the center of the dilapidated road. On the surrounding pavement, on the rooftops of shops, at the mouths of alleys... more and more figures appeared.

The atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive.

No one spoke. They all silently watched Lu Yuan with the same expression... the desire to tear him to pieces.

Lu Yuan's eyelids lowered slightly as icy rainwater streamed down his hair and body. Yet his gaze remained as calm as ever.

"One against a thousand, is it?"

"Truly... an unprecedented and novel experience!"

BOOM!

The next second, rainwater in the center of the road exploded outward, atomizing into a scattered mist. Amidst the mist, a brilliant golden light bloomed.

Then, a radiant golden figure broke through the rain and mist, stepping out calmly...

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