Chapter 624: Show-off, Such a Huge Show-off! Shocked Everyone!!_1

"Since it's already the hundredth match,"

"there's no need for me to keep pretending."

As Luo Yu's indifferent voice fell, the whole arena burst into an uproar.

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief as they looked at Luo Yu in the arena.

"This guy has fought ninety-nine battles; he must be running on fumes—could this still be fake?"

"Damn, no way—has this guy been feigning weakness all along?"

"Impossible, since the establishment of Slaughter City, there have been only a few who have achieved a hundred consecutive victories, and none have done so without any breaks in between. This guy has achieved a record that is unprecedented and likely unsurpassed. You're telling me his fatigue was all an act? That's impossible.

Absolutely impossible!!"

"Showing off, he's definitely saying that just to show off—he must really be very tired."

The audience revealed smiles as if they had seen through the truth, their flickering eyes seeming to say to Luo Yu,

Stop pretending, brother, we've already seen through your disguise.

You really are tired.

The audience didn't believe it, and the veiled woman who had been plotting against Luo Yu naturally didn't either.

She scoffed from her vantage point,

"There's no need for you to obfuscate the truth; I can tell you with certainty that you will undoubtedly die in this battle."

"Oh?"

Luo Yu crossed his arms, his face showing an amused expression.

As for the nine contestants who had just stepped up to the platform, he didn't bother to acknowledge them.

"Heh."

The veiled woman raised her head high.

"You are strong, stronger than I imagined.

I've never seen someone as powerful as you in all my years at Slaughter City.

Honestly, my heart can't help but admire your strength; it makes me shiver with fascination.

But, since I've offended you, here in this bloody and murderous place, we must settle life and death.

The several hundred contestants before, you think they were strong?

They were just fodder I sent to wear you down.

The strongest nine, I saved for last to ensure your defeat when you're running on empty."

Luo Yu couldn't help but clap his hands, a smile forming on his face.

"That was truly a long-winded speech," Luo Yu remarked.

"However, there's something regrettable."

"The so-called strong ones in your eyes, to me, are no different from ants."

"They're just stronger ants, but still ants."

"So today, not just those nine will die, but you will die as well."

The veiled woman hissed coldly, "At this point, you're still sharp-tongued, seeking pleasure in verbal sparring?"

"Your nine opponents now, each is a top expert who has achieved more than fifty consecutive victories."

"Do you really think they're soft persimmons that you can just squash at will?"

Luo Yu just smiled.

His shoulders shook.

"Boom!"

A crackling of bones sounded as a surging tide of qi and blood rose from his body.

It filled the arena, and the expressions of the nine contestants changed; the audience felt a temporary cessation of breath.

All faces turned pale as they looked on in shock.

Only Bi Bidong and Bossi appeared confident, their Beautiful Eyes sparkling with trust in their man.

Hulena was somewhat taken aback.

"This… Brother Yu is this strong now?"

"Ninety-nine battles without any rest, and he doesn't show a trace of fatigue?"

Bi Bidong cast a glance at her charming and seductive disciple.

"Nana, just keep watching—the show has only just begun. Your master's strength is beyond your imagination."

"Ah?"

With her mouth agape, Hulena was unable to recover from her shock for a long time.

She had participated in the Slaughter Arena battles before and knew how difficult it was to win even a single match.

Every time she fought, she had to return and carefully recuperate for a long while, ensuring her spirit was at its peak.

Yet Luo Yu's performance from the start had completely overturned her understanding.

Just when she was barely able to accept this fact, she suddenly discovered that Luo Yu wasn't tired at all.

Strength still peak.

Felt scalp tingle with shock, mind swayed.

Beautiful Eyes glimmered with surprise.

"Brother Yu... Brother Yu is this strong now?"

"What does the teacher mean by a 'good show'?"

Luo Yu's body continuously surged with a domineering aura, the throngs of spectators fell into silence.

They were truly shocked by Luo Yu.

"Snap!"

A spectator, in a daze, let their Bloody Mary slip from their grasp, landing on the ground.

It shattered instantly, splinters flying, the red Bloody Mary scattering all around.

The stunned state of the spectators was broken, as they burst into astonished murmurs.

"Faking it... Was he faking being exhausted?"

"Damn, isn't this just pure deceit? He pretended to be weak so others wouldn't dare to compete, then just kept on acting fragile."

"Shit, that's too malicious, good thing I wasn't dumb enough to sign up for the competition."

"Is that what you should be concerned about? Shouldn't you be shocked by that guy's strength instead?"

The outside audience was shocked, but the nine contestants surrounding Luo Yu felt as uncomfortable as if they had eaten shit.

They thought they were going to crush an easy target, only to suddenly realize their opponent was a Giant Dragon?

Their mindset collapsed completely, almost hating the woman in black veils to death.

Shit, isn't this just screwing people over?

Under the gaze of the crowd, Luo Yu, with a tall stature radiating peerless malevolence, flipped the black-veiled woman the bird.

"Watch closely, learn well!"

"Clang!"

The sound of the Copper gong rang out.

Nine top-notch experts, each with over fifty consecutive victories, displayed their own supreme killing moves.

Grappling with all directions of Luo Yu, they started their assault in unison.

Facing the fierce killing intent, Luo Yu stood still, expression bland, not moving a muscle.

He whispered softly,

"Have a good trip."

"Boom!"

Luo Yu showed no visible movement but turned into a streak of light, vanishing from the spot.

"Stab, stab, stab!"

His streak of light swept across the field, fast beyond belief.

Neither the contestants inside nor the spectators outside could follow Luo Yu's movements.

Following a series of noises,

Luo Yu stood in an empty spot of the arena, his back toward the nine men.

His blue robe dancing, his black hair dispersing.

The nine fearsome contestants were now completely motionless, fixed stiffly in place.

"Drip, drip!"

Each of the nine contestants had a bloody hole on their forehead, with blood trickling down.

Staining their clothes, dripping onto the ground.

Eyes lifeless, vitality dispersing.

The whole place was quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone expected a fight as fierce as a dragon's and a tiger's, yet it turned out to be a one-sided slaughter.

This was unexpected by all.

Luo Yu shook his head, feeling bland and uninterested.

"Is that a hundred victories?"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

As if responding, the nine opponents fell one after another.

"Seems like—"

"It's a bit dull."

"Sigh..."

Luo Yu let out a long sigh, not excited in the least, but rather looking utterly disappointed.

The audience, originally stunned, went into an uproar at Luo Yu's words.