Panlong: From being hunted by the Four Divine Beasts

Chapter 4: Kill with One Move
On the fighting stage, two different rays of light intersected and collided. After several intersections, a purple figure fell at a high speed and hit the ground heavily. A handsome brown-haired young man with a horrified face had blood at the corner of his mouth and showed a panic expression.

At the same time, another red beam of light fell to the ground and transformed into a red-haired strong man over three meters tall.

This is a tall man with veins showing on his arm muscles, long flowing hair hanging down on his shoulders, a semicircular crescent moon carved on his forehead, and his face looks a little ferocious.

"Is that all you have? You dare to come to the fighting arena? It's not even enough for me to draw my weapon. Go to hell!"

The red-haired burly man showed a hint of sarcasm on his face, then he moved and appeared in front of the handsome brown-haired young man in the blink of an eye.

"No, I admit..."

The handsome brown-haired young man opened his mouth slightly, subconsciously wanting to admit defeat.

However, it was too late.

A crimson light flashed in the eyes of the handsome brown-haired young man, and turned into a fist wrapped in flames. In an instant, a divine power and a space ring fell onto the stage. The corpse was instantly burned to ashes, leaving no trace.

"Preet! Preet! Preet!"

The originally silent audience suddenly erupted into earth-shaking cheers. The sound of millions of spectators shouting at the same time made Pritt feel joy from the bottom of his heart.

"Who's next? Come out and die immediately!"

Pritt laughed wantonly, looked towards the passage opposite, licked the corner of his mouth, and showed excitement and anticipation.

As a five-star demon, he has been fighting for three consecutive days and has won twenty-nine consecutive victories. If he wins one more time, it will be thirty consecutive victories. For him, this is already very satisfying. After all, for a five-star demon, fifty consecutive victories is almost the limit.

"Hmm? This person? He feels a little different?"

When Ryan slowly walked into the arena, Pritt stopped smiling, put away his expression, and frowned slightly with his flaming eyebrows.

Although Pritt had never met Ryan, his intuition over the years told him that this man was much stronger than his previous opponents and he must not be underestimated.

"Everyone, next up is Pritt's 30th fight. I wonder if Pritt will create his 30th consecutive victory, or if it will end here. Please welcome the next challenger, Ryan!"

After a passionate voice sounded, the entire audience began to cheer, and in the blur, some words like "Preet, kill him quickly" could be heard.

Ryan ignored the enthusiasm of the audience and walked to the center of the arena with a calm expression. He casually glanced at the red-haired burly man in front of him and scanned the audience.

The audience seats surrounding the center of the battle arena were densely packed with people. Millions of people were watching, driving the atmosphere of the whole venue. The types of audience members were also strange and varied. Some were creatures with horns on their heads, some had third eyes on their foreheads, and some had elf-like creatures with sacred wings emerging from their backs.

If it was when he first arrived in hell, Ryan would still feel a little novel. But now, after living in hell for tens of millions of years, he has seen all kinds of strange creatures and no longer thinks there is anything special about them.

"How dare you lose focus? You look down on me like that?" Across the central battle stage, Pritt clenched his fists, his face turning a dark green. Ryan's attitude clearly showed that he didn't take Pritt seriously at all. Pritt felt humiliated. He was, after all, a peak five-star demon. Even if the opponent was a six-star demon, he couldn't treat him so casually.

"Since you are looking for death, I will grant your wish!" Pritt sneered in his heart, and with a flip of his right hand, a red battle axe emitting a green halo instantly appeared in his hands.

"boom!!!"

Pritt's right foot suddenly stepped on the battlefield, making a roaring sound, his long red hair fluttered, and his flaming figure disappeared on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, Pritt reappeared above Ryan, with a cyan light emanating from his flaming battle axe. With a crackling sound, it transformed into a hundred-meter-long cyan giant blade, slashing down at the seemingly "defenseless" Ryan below.

Pritt's strongest attack - the giant blue blade.

It is the strongest move that combines the element of fire and the mystery of explosion, and is combined with the physical talent of his volcanic giant self, which is comparable to the physical attack of a six-star demon.

As a five-star demon, Pritt practices the law of fire. His original form is a volcanic giant, and he is best at material attacks. At least he believes that the attack power of his move is so strong that even a six-star demon would have to use all his strength to withstand it.

Although he was very dissatisfied with Ryan's attitude, Pritt still used his strongest move out of caution. He was originally worried that Ryan was too fast to dodge, but seeing that Ryan did not have any intention of dodging, he was relieved.

"Let's see how you end this move." Pritt's eyes moved slightly, staring at Ryan's "thin" figure below.

He was confident enough in his attack. If Ryan couldn't block it, it would be fine. Even if he was wrong, Ryan was actually a six-star demon, and it would take time for him to resist this move, which was enough for him to admit defeat. Therefore, he was in a position where he could advance and retreat freely.

Although life and death are not considered in the fighting arena, the prerequisite is not to give the opponent a chance to admit defeat. If the opponent feels bad and admits defeat, you cannot pursue him relentlessly.

Therefore, Pritt was confident enough. Unless the opponent, Ryan, was a seven-star demon, he could kill him instantly before he could even admit defeat. But how could that be possible? How many years would it take for a seven-star demon-level warrior to appear on the fighting stage?
However, just as Pritt was thinking, Ryan's indifferent voice came into his mind.

"The attack power is passable, but the speed is too slow! Besides, this kind of attack poses no threat to me."

Ryan looked at the green light blade rushing towards him at high speed, raised his eyes slightly, and raised his right hand casually.

The cyan-blue divine power erupted instantly, spreading out with Ryan as the center. The pale white mist rose up, and then suddenly condensed into one, turning into an ice-blue dragon emitting cold air, and rushed towards the light blade covered with cyan flames.

The cyan and blue divine powers collided in mid-air, causing subtle ripples in the space. Then the cyan light dissipated, and the fiery red divine power was instantly swallowed up.

"What? How is this possible?" Pritt's face suddenly changed, his red brows were filled with shock, and he opened his mouth and tried to speak.

However, the ice-blue dragon did not give him a chance. After swallowing the green light blade, it rushed straight towards Pritt's eyebrows.

The moment before the godhead fell, Pritt had only one thought in his mind - why did the Seven-Star Demon appear?
(End of this chapter)