One more catty, one more attribute point-Chapter 595 - 485: Where do you think you’re going, and where can you run to!?

Su Heng’s gaze grew slightly heavy, the self-proclaimed Bloodthirsty Demon did not seem like anything with a brain, but the displayed strength was quite formidable.

Strength and speed were both of top-notch standard.

Moreover, it had not yet reached the level of a Destruction Power, suggesting it was a special existence in the Eternal Heavens.

"However, this is good too, such prey is sure to unleash a different kind of roar when torn to shreds," a savage smile spread across Su Heng’s face.

Bang!

He raised his hand to block above.

Abbas wore a look of disdain as the surrounding audience loudly jeered.

Su Heng still maintained his human form, while Abbas was bulky like a glowing red hill.

The two were completely disproportionate in size; the giant axe coming from the sky looked as if it was going to smash Su Heng into minced meat, rather than simply cleaving him in two.

"Too stupid, too stupid!" Abbas laughed heartily, his excitement causing his hair and whiskers to stand on end, "How can the strength of an ant stop a chariot!?"

Boom!

A loud bang resounded.

In the Gladiator Arena, the sound of Abbas’s excited laughter came to an abrupt halt.

Su Heng stood his ground, unmovable, as Abbas’s preemptive full-force blow was blocked without a scratch.

And what was more horrifying was that at the moment of contact, the power contained within the giant axe seemed to vanish into thin air. There was no huge explosion, and no cracks spread under Su Heng’s feet; it appeared as if a Martial Arts Grandmaster effortlessly performed a feat of strength. The surrounding audience emitted a "shush" sound, thinking Abbas was teasing his prey on purpose.

But cold sweat was about to drip from the top of Abbas’s head.

Even with his lack of brains, he realized at this moment that the humanoid creature before him was an entity beyond his understanding.

However...

Just as Abbas had said before.

According to the rules of the Original Blood River, once one steps onto this battlefield,

a victory must be decided, life and death determined. The grand throne built from skulls and cast in brass never cared where the blood came from.

"Roar!" Abbas roared, "Trickster spirit!"

His arm muscles swelled, blood torrented through his thick veins, which protruded from below the crimson skin, wriggling incessantly like forest pythons twining around his body. A large web of blood burst from Abbas’s pupils, and he charged forward, putting all his strength into the giant axe.

"You disappoint me, too weak, the roar of the weak only invites laughter," came Su Heng’s emotionless voice, as if he were a gentleman at a dining table about to dine, sending chills down Abbas’s spine.

Boom!

Su Heng swung his arm.

An unbelievable force traveled through the axe, impacting Abbas’s body.

Like a pitch-black tide rushing towards him, Abbas could not react in time, his massive body flung lightly into the air. He landed with a heavy thud, dragging out a giant trench over ten meters deep on the earthy ground, sliding until he hit a wall causing it to collapse, raising dust, barely coming to a stop.

The cheers in the stands suddenly choked. The audience realized it wasn’t Abbas holding back but Su Heng’s strength that dominated the match.

After a moment of stunned silence, an excited roar erupted like an avalanche, resounding through the heavens, shaking the entire Duel Arena to its core.

In just an instant, Abbas went from hunter to hunted.

Death was the same for both.

Abbas was renowned in this Duel Arena.

He was even bigger in size, his blood boiling hot like uncooled magma.

Just the thought of his head being chopped off and falling to the ground, blood gushing out, sent the audience into an uncontrollable frenzy, screaming as they jumped up from their seats.

"Damn these creatures!" Abbas pushed off the rocks on him with force; the audience’s screams fanned the flames of his anger. He struggled to stand up, one arm seemed to be broken. His blood-red giant axe had flown far away. But it didn’t matter, in his left hand he still held a machete connected by a chain, further wrapped around his sturdy arm.

He struggled to rise, powerful muscles pushed the broken bones back into place, which then swiftly underwent Healing.

His heart pounded in his chest, so violently that even the membranes of his chest began to tremor, like the war drums being beaten by giants on the city walls.

Courage flowed back into Abbas.

He felt better than ever before, enough to tear apart all enemies before him—

The battlefield suddenly quieted down!

The enemy had vanished.

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Abbas, with a puzzled face, looked around.

The spectators in the stands were like insects trapped in amber, mouths wide open but silent, their faces frozen with terror.

What on earth happened!?

This was too strange.

Abbas had fought over a thousand brutal battles in this arena, earning countless victories, facing many unforgettable opponents. Yet encountering such a bizarre scene was a first in his history. Abbas felt his teeth sour intermittently, the blood flow slowed, his body chilled, and fear grew like seaweed in the depths of his heart.

Two pitch-black pillars towering to the sky appeared before Abbas, the ground slightly concaved beneath them.