621 Chapter Super Winning Streak, Shocking the Entire Venue!_1

"????"

All the spectators looked at the stage with faces full of question marks.

"This kid is on stage again?"

"Getting a two-win streak by luck was fortunate enough, and now he wants to snatch another victory? Impossible, others won't give him that chance anymore."

"Anyway, no one competing this time will leave him for last to kill."

Someone snickered with schadenfreude, "This kid is definitely done for this round."

"Whether he won the last two matches by luck or by concealing his strength, the other contestants will take him seriously and make a move against him early on."

"Enough already, just shut up, okay? I came here to watch the match, not to listen to you guys boast."

"Clang!"

A deafening gong sounded, electrifying everyone's spirits.

They all sat up straight, focusing all their attention onto the competition.

The battle was on the verge of breaking out.

The same ten-person battle, the opponents just as imposing.

But Luo Yu still felt indifferent inside.

Not to mention combat skills.

Just by the level of the nine before him, standing here letting them hit him for free.

He reckoned even after they got tired from hitting, they wouldn't hurt him at all.

"Whoosh!"

This time, someone took the initiative to attack Luo Yu.

"Tch."

Luo Yu was just about to punch out when he seemed to remember something.

He started to dodge, avoiding the frontal confrontation.

The spectator seats immediately erupted into laughter, full of ridicule and scorn.

"Hahaha, that cracks me up, I hadn't noticed before, this guy is not only a king of scavenging victories, but he's also a master at running away."

"Jumping up and down, doesn't even dare to face confrontation head-on, what a coward."

"Tch, looks like the good luck has run out, huh."

While Luo Yu was being chased by one contestant, the other eight had already engaged in battle.

Like a meat grinder, chunks of flesh and bone splattered everywhere.

Lives were continually lost in this frenzy.

At this moment, most didn't notice.

The blood spilled on the ground of the arena was being absorbed by the ground, little by little, imperceptibly.

As the battle between the eight drew to a close,

Luo Yu also stopped running and stood still.

The contestant chasing him let out a cold laugh.

"Run, why aren't you running anymore, weren't you good at running?"

"There's something I really want to tell you, the way you run with your tail between your legs, it's truly pathetic."

Luo Yu's mouth twisted into a smirk, retorting,

"I assure you, the way you die will be very beautiful."

"Wishful thinking, die for me!"

Great Han leaped from the ground, swooping down, clenching his teeth, muscles bulging and writhing like dragons.

He took no chances, vowing to kill Luo Yu in one strike.

Luo Yu was about to make his move when out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure attempting a sneak attack from a distance.

But not on him.

It was targeting Great Han.

After realizing it, Great Han immediately tried to dodge, but it was too late.

His arm was slashed with a long gash, flesh turned inside out, utterly ferocious.

"What the hell, a sneak attack?"

He spat out a loogie angrily.

The lean and sinister man who attacked Great Han had a cold gaze, smiling, "I'm not worried about that kid, as long as I can kill you, I'll be the last one laughing in this contest."

"No, you won't."

"Huh?"

The lean man was startled, because the voice was right by his ear.

He didn't turn his head to look but chose to leap away.

But it was still too slow.

Luo Yu made his move.

A gust of wind passed, and a two-finger-wide blood hole appeared on his neck.

He fell to the ground, powerless.

Before his memory scattered, the lean man wanted to curse in rage and grief.

He had actually concealed a lot of his strength, and the seven men he had just killed hadn't posed any pressure at all.

He was about to put on a show of playing the pig to eat the tiger.

He was killed before he could even react?

It's all fake, all freaking fake.

The scariest one is clearly this kid.

The skinny man was well aware of his own strength, which made him even more aware of how terrifying Luo Yu's ability was to approach him silently and take his life.

He really wanted to announce to the world Luo Yu's strength, but it was frustrating.

Before he could speak, his eyes closed forever.

Swindler, big swindler!

These were his last thoughts before he died.

The audience on stage was completely oblivious to this and even found it somewhat amusing.

"I've realized that this kid, besides being good at capitalizing on opportunities and running away quickly, has one more important talent—he picks on the weak."

"He specializes in targeting opponents who are exhausted from fighting."

At this point, only two people remained on the stage.

Luo Yu appeared calm and composed.

His opponent's gaze was no longer contemptuous like before but had become solemn.

"You have a problem!"

"You definitely have a problem."

Luo Yu shook his head and chuckled softly.

"What ill intentions could I possibly have."

"It's just—"

"making your death a bit more graceful."

That casually uttered sentence made his opponent's hair stand on end.

They charged at Luo Yu with a punch.

Luo Yu, neither pleased nor upset, watched the other calmly.

When the opponent came within three feet.

He quickly lifted his leg and kicked out, sending the other flying high into the sky.

Then he aimed at the sky.

Bending his arm for a punch, the resulting wind from his fist exploded the opponent into a mist of blood.

The audience was stunned.

By now, even the slowest to react could see that Luo Yu was not as benevolent as he seemed.

"Damn, this isn't just a scavenger king, this is a cunning old devil."

"So shocking, I really didn't expect this guy to actually have strength, not just a silver-coated spear head."

Luo Yu sighed lightly as he stepped off the stage.

He actually wanted to keep a low profile.

But the atmosphere in the arena had been built up, and it would have been unsatisfying not to blow the opponent away.

Returning to the waiting area of Bi Bidong and her companions, he expected to be met with applause.

But there was none at all.

For Luo Yu's victory, the three goddesses thought it was a matter of course.

"Brother Yu, hurry up, the fourth match is about to start."

"Huh?"

Luo Yu asked, "How many consecutive matches have you signed me up for?"

Bi Bidong smiled and said, "Not many, just told the staff at the arena to sign up this guy named Luo Yu for every match. He's not afraid of dying, so just go for it."

The summoning voice sounded, and Luo Yu gave Bi Bidong a woeful glare.

He stepped onto the stage once more.

This time, two individuals caught Luo Yu's attention.

One was clutching his kidney.

The other was holding his groin.

Luo Yu's mouth twitched; what kind of look was this?

"Dang!"

The sound of the gong, these two, red-eyed and heedless, charged towards Luo Yu.

"Damn it, you pretty-faced jerk, return my dick!"

"Give back my kidney."

The two were like vengeful spirits claiming lives, utterly desperate in their attack.

Luo Yu stood still, the picture of calmness.

However, his gaze was a bit blank as he touched his nose.

What's up with these two?

Why are they blaming me for their broken eggs and lost chicken?

This time he couldn't be bothered to run and quickly threw a punch.

He exploded the two coming at him into a cloud of blood mist.

The other seven competitors were dumbfounded on the spot.

The audience, with their mouths agape in shock, stared fixedly at Luo Yu...