69novels Chapter 221 Facing Fear
Chapter 221 Facing Fear
Just then, ten figures slowly emerged from the dark, damp, and putrid water dungeon.
These people had just regained their freedom, and they all looked energetic and eager to fight, as if they couldn't contain their strength and were looking forward to the duel starting immediately.
Their eyes were filled with longing and excitement; they only wanted to end the battle as soon as possible and escape this terrible den of demons.
In their minds, they possessed the formidable strength of a level 10 or 20, and even if they left this place, they would surely thrive and prosper in other tribes.
Perhaps it won't be long, just one or two years, before they can gather enough strength to make a comeback and wipe away their shame.
However, Wu Heyi, who was standing to the side, took in their expressions.
Seeing how much these people underestimated their opponent, he couldn't help but smile slightly, but he didn't utter a word of mockery.
Xiao Qiang, standing in the crowd, was particularly perceptive. When he noticed Wu Heyi staring at them with a smile, as if they were a group of fools, an ominous premonition immediately welled up in his heart.
He knew full well that what happened today was probably far more complicated than it appeared on the surface.
After everyone in the water dungeon had appeared, Wu Heyi spoke again, his voice echoing clearly in everyone's ears:
"Listen up, everyone. Today I will be the referee for this duel. During the duel, I will not interfere with or show favoritism to either side."
Now, please each of you nominate one representative to step into the ring and begin the duel!
After saying this, Wu Heyi crossed his arms and waited quietly for both sides to make a choice.
"Each time, only one person from each side can be sent onto that bloody and cruel arena. Once they step onto this small piece of land, there is no turning back."
There are only two possibilities for leaving the ring unscathed: one is to be seriously injured to the point of being unable to fight and be eliminated.
The second option is to die on the spot, exiting the stage in a tragic manner! Each side has only one precious opportunity to voluntarily substitute a player.
These few people who struggled out of the water dungeon seemed to know nothing of fear.
They randomly selected one of the players who was of average skill level and sent him to the ring without hesitation.
The moment this person appeared, he was like a surging torrent, instantly unleashing an astonishing aura.
The feeling was as if he had already reached the pinnacle, and with just a little effort, he could easily crush his opponent into dust!
Immediately afterwards, he began to shout wildly, yelling at Juan's side to send someone up on stage to fight.
However, upon hearing such arrogant and presumptuous shouts from the other side, the top ten members of Juan's group all fell silent and trembled with fear.
After all, the cruelty the other party had previously displayed had been deeply imprinted on their minds, leaving an indelible and terrifying memory.
Faced with these formidable enemies once again, some people found it difficult to even muster the slightest thought of resistance.
Wu Heyi had foreseen this situation long ago.
Therefore, he pointed to someone in the crowd without any expression and then gave the order in an unquestionable tone.
"You have five seconds to go on stage, or I will declare you a failure, and your fate will be death!"
Wu He said with a cold expression, his stern gaze fixed on the person whose name was called.
Upon hearing this, the person being pointed at trembled violently and involuntarily shuddered.
In that instant, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, a chill running from his spine straight to his head, as if the end of the world had come.
However, faced with Wu Heyi's firm and unquestionable order, the man, despite being filled with fear and reluctance, dared not disobey in the slightest.
He had no choice but to grit his teeth and walk slowly, step by step, toward the ring.
Each step seemed to require the utmost effort.
Just then, Ah-Dai, seeing the two already standing on the ring, took a deep breath, gathered his strength, and loudly proclaimed:
"The duel shall now begin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man who had just come out of the water dungeon suddenly perked up, his previously listless spirit instantly lifted.
Immediately afterwards, a flash of light appeared, and his martial spirit appeared directly in his hand—it was a short whip!
This short whip is thin and short, only about 30 or 40 centimeters long.
At the same time, a grayish-white spirit ring quietly appeared and was firmly attached to the short whip.
Without the slightest hesitation, the man immediately unleashed his soul skill.
In an instant, a miraculous scene unfolded—the short whip in his hand seemed to come alive, quickly becoming thicker.
He shouted loudly:
"First Soul Skill, Redraw!"
As his roar rang out, the short whip whistled through the air and hurtled straight toward his opponent.
Seeing that the martial spirit in the other party's hand had undergone such a huge change in the blink of an eye, the person sent by Juan was so frightened that his face turned pale and his legs trembled like a leaf.
At this moment, he looked exactly like a frightened rabbit, as if he might collapse to the ground at any moment due to his inner fear, completely losing his ability to resist and only able to obediently wait for the other party to abuse him at will.
However, at that very moment, a discordant and abrupt sound suddenly rang out.
"Hey! Old Liao, what exactly are you afraid of?"
He was merely a level 15 Soul Master, and his Martial Soul was only less than a hundred years old.
You are a dignified level 26 Great Soul Master, a whole realm higher than him!
"What else do you have to be afraid of?" These words exploded in the air like a thunderclap.
The person who had just been trembling in the dormitory, like a candle flickering in the wind, finally gritted his teeth after hearing these words, suppressing the overwhelming fear in his heart, and tried his best to calm his trembling body.
After a struggle, he finally managed to stop trembling and mustered his courage to slowly raise his head and look his opponent in the eye for the first time.
Of course, he only dared to glance at it briefly, but after confirming that what Zhao Mian said was true, his heart, which was on the verge of collapse, was instantly calmed down, and a strange sense of confidence arose from the bottom of his heart.
At the same time, he even felt that the originally stagnant soul power in his body was now beginning to flow smoothly, like a clear spring flowing happily through his meridians.
Then, a remarkable scene unfolded—his right hand shimmered with light, and his unique martial spirit gradually emerged.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a uniquely shaped kitchen knife! The blade of this knife was intricately carved with a lifelike crocodile relief, giving it a majestic appearance.
This is the Martial Soul Crocodile Blade!
As his martial soul manifested, he unhesitatingly unleashed his first soul skill: Crocodile Blade.
In an instant, ripples appeared in the air behind the man called Lao Liao, and the phantom of a huge crocodile with ferocious fangs appeared and disappeared.
The crocodile bared its teeth and claws, opening its blood-red maw, exuding a chilling aura.
At this moment, the cold light emanating from the kitchen knife in Lao Liao's hand was even sharper, like the sharp teeth of a crocodile, its edge fully exposed, captivating and awe-inspiring!