The Supreme God of Martial Arts

The huge Wrestling Ring was crowded with tens of millions of creatures from the beast race and other races.

A lively atmosphere filled the place as the crowds roared and applauded in anticipation.

"The competition has begun!" a loud voice suddenly announced.

The audience got more excited and all fixed their eyes on the stage.

At the center of the Wrestling Ring, two creatures coming from opposite sides walked up to the stage.

One was a human-shaped shadow in black. His figure twisted softly like a cloud, making it hard for people to see his face.

He held a short saber in his hand that glittered as the light shone.

The other one appeared to be a strong man with the huge axe in his hand.

On a corner of the Wrestling Ring, an old creature of the beast race and his men stood behind a counter.

"Step right up and place your bets!" they called out loudly.

Countless members of the beast race swarmed towards the counter holding valuable things and treasures and began to place their

bets.

Meanwhile, the competition on the stage finally started.

After growling an ear-splitting battle cry, the two creatures on the stage charged at each other.

They fought with all their might and both used fatal moves to take down the opponent.

The two of them were slaves.

And they only had one thing on their minds: emerge from the gas the victor.

Only by winning the competition could they help their masters earn money and be of use to them.

If they lost, they would be brutally killed by their angry masters even if they had just survived their enemy's attacks.

For these slaves, once they had stepped onto the stage, the only way to survive was to be the winner.

"Con!

Bring him down."

"Stab his throat! Yes, that's it!"

"Go! Take him out now. What are you waiting for? Go get him!"

The fight on the arena got more and more intense. The spectators were even more thrilled screaming and cheering for the

participant they had placed their bets on.

A ferocious, violent ambiance enveloped the Wrestling Ring.

A great number of creatures of the beast race and other races yelled and shouted until the veins of their necks showed and their

eyes turned red.

Thunderous noise filled and resonated throughout the entire Wrestling Ring.

At the arena, the two slaves breathed heavily as they were both badly injured. Blood gushed from their bodies and had also been

splattered at different parts of the arena.

Both of them were ordinary medium-grade divine gods with an unnoticeable difference in their individual strengths. It was indeed a

very tight and fierce battle between them.

All of a sudden, the creature in black crept up behind the brawny man as the latter failed to notice.

He then swung his saber towards the brawny man's neck, catching him off guard and beheading him.

The brawny man's head cflying right off, leaving his body drenched in blood. His head landed on the floor of the arena,

topping off the bloody mess of the fight.

"Awooo! I"

The creature in black finally won the victory. He threw his head back and let out a victorious roar.

The spectators were doubly thrilled. Many of them sprung from their seats and waved their hands in delight.

Sof them tore their clothes showing their skin. Even the elegantly-dressed females of the beast race ironically screamed wildly

as they stomped their feet. It was hard to believe that they were ladies who cfrom powerful families.

Of course, there were also screatures who had placed their bets on the loser. They cursed sharply and tore their receipts to

bits and threw them in the air.

All the creatures just wanted to have a good tand enjoy watching killings. There they were free to unleash their dark side

without any care.

'They are all so jittery.

| didn't expect the beast race to like gambling as much as humans, '

Austin thought to himself as he observed the spectators around him.

"Ha-ha! This is awesome!

It's my slave's turn to fight next.

Freddy, you're up.

Remember, don't embarrass me!"

Lawrence ordered as he tapped the shoulder of the slave next to him.

"Yes, master," the thin middle-aged man replied.

The thin middle-aged man was dressed in rags, sporting messy hair atop his head. His eyes were as cruel as a wolf's, and he

exuded a strong murderous will.

His body emitted a sharp blade intent, which made nearby creatures tremble in fear.

"Well then, go ahead.

| have faith in you, Freddy.

Don't letdown," Lawrence said as he nudged his slave.

Apparently, he really thought highly of his slave.

"Got it."

With that, Freddy turned around and walked slowly towards the arena.

"Ha-ha! What do you think of my slave, Wilfred? He's very good, isn't he?

I ran into him when | went out last time.

Although he is just an ordinary medium-grade divine god, it's a piece of cake for him to strike down ordinary premium-grade divine

gods.

Don't you envy me? | have such a competent slave at my disposal.

Wilfred, | bet Freddy could take out tens of thousands of preliminary-grade divine gods like your slave in a heartbeat,"

Lawrence taunted while looking at Freddy's back.

"A frog in the well!"

A look of defiance and disgust appeared on Wilfred's face as he shook his head.

Wilfred believed that Lawrence himself was no match for Austin, not to mention his slave.

"What do you mean, Wilfred?

Every t| mention your lowborn slave, you tellI'm a frog in the well.

Do you think your slave is that powerful!?

If you have a problem with what | just said about him, you can let him fight with my slave instead,"

Lawrence huffed as he glared at Wilfred.

Wilfred looked back at him, then shifted his gaze to Austin.

Before Wilfred could say anything, a loud thunder-like sound shook the entire Wrestling Ring.

"Everyone, let's welca new slave fighter.

His nis Freddy Tian!

He is a slave of Lord Lawrence.

And he will be fighting next on stage!

Hurry up and place your bets now!"

an old creature of the beast race shouted.

He was the one in charge of the whole competition.

"lI am placing a heavy wager on Freddy. Go place the bet for me,"

Lawrence commanded as he handed the wager to one of his slaves.

He was very much confident that Freddy would win this one.

Soon, his slave had done his task and scooted back to his seat.

The competition then began.

Freddy's first opponent was the creature in black who had just won.

"Kill Kill! Kilt"

At just the beginning of the competition, the crowd in the Wrestling Ring started to lose control again.

All sorts of noise broke out among the spectators.

But the fight didn't last for long.

At the arena, Freddy drew out a broken blade and employed a mysterious blade skill.

After a few attempts, he had stabbed the creature in black and dug the blade deep in his chest.

The creature in black gasped and instantly died on the spot.

"He won! Ha-ha! He did it!"

Filled with so much joy, Lawrence shouted and waved his hands crazily to express his emotion.

"Wilfred, do you still look down on my slave?"

Lawrence asked, almost shouting with a proud look.

Freddy really did not disappoint his master.

Before Lawrence knew it, Freddy had already won six rounds in a row.

"He won again, and again, and again! Good job. Ha-ha! Are you still thinking little of my slave now?"

Lawrence asked in a much more condescending tone.

"If you feel uncomfortable, maybe you can let your weak slave fight on the arena to showwhat he's made of,"

Lawrence said, now chuckling at Wilfred.

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