Douluo Continent: From Rusty Spear to Emperor-Slaying Spear

Chapter 19 Scarface King Dies, Fighting Spirit Continues

As soon as the host finished speaking, a burst of enthusiastic support and cheers erupted from the stands. The vast majority of spectators were excitedly supporting their bet on Scarface King, while very few supported Ji Wuming.

The scarred king opposite him spread his arms, gazing up at the dome, basking in the support of the crowd with an air of arrogance. The next moment, his eyes fixed on Ji Wuming, filled with intense killing intent and a hint of disdain.

"Host, when does the match begin? I can't wait to see this emperor-slaying White Demon die by my blade."

Faced with the aura that Scarface King was unleashing at this moment, the host also felt a chill down his spine. This man had achieved 15 consecutive victories in just one year in the underground fighting arena, and his opponents almost never lasted more than ten rounds before dying under his blade.

His true strength is probably comparable to that of a low-level Soul Master.

"In this life-or-death battle, there is no distinction between life and death; only the winner will prevail. The battle of spirits now officially begins!"

The host immediately flew away from the fighting arena, and a nine-ringed broadsword appeared in Scarface King's hand. He quickly released his first soul skill, three blades slashing towards Ji Wuming. At the same moment the soul skill was released, he also rushed towards Ji Wuming.

Ji Wuming gripped the Thunderous Spear tightly in his right hand and turned it inward, channeling his soul power into his feet. With incredible speed, he swiftly dodged the three blade beams.

Many spectators in the audience involuntarily stood up, staring in astonishment at Ji Wuming on the fighting stage.

"Is this the speed of an ordinary Great Soul Master? Could it be that the Emperor-Slaying White Demon has cultivated some kind of self-created soul skill?"

"If that weren't the case, how could a mere newcomer dare to blindly sign up for a life-or-death challenge?"

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Seeing Ji Wuming dodge his first soul skill like a ghost, Scarface King couldn't help but take this newcomer more seriously.

Just a second before he was about to unleash his second soul skill, Ji Wuming swiftly cast his first and second soul skills simultaneously.

"The spear transforms into a dragon, unleashing a three-stage lightning strike!"

"Second Soul Skill, Overlord Tiger Splitting Blade Slash."

The nine-ringed broadsword, like a raging tiger, appeared even more domineering and bloodthirsty in the hands of Scarface King.

The moment the two made contact, Scarface King swiftly drew his sword horizontally to his chest, using the back of the blade to block one of Ji Wuming's attacks. However, he was knocked back more than ten steps by the powerful spear strike, the nine rings clanging together, and the back of his broadsword trembled violently.

Just as he was preparing to counterattack, Ji Wuming's second attack came straight at his face, even faster than before.

Seeing this, Scarface King once again unleashed his first soul skill, attempting to forcefully disrupt Ji Wuming's attack route. However, Ji Wuming was unaffected. He gripped his spear with both hands, forcefully flicking it horizontally. The immense force generated by the spear shaft struck Scarface King in the abdomen.

Then, taking advantage of the opponent's retreat and unsteady footing, the third attack was unleashed.

"Pfft—"

The spear pierced through his chest. Scarface King stared at Ji Wuming in horror as his right-hand ring-shaped broadsword fell to the ground, followed by two mouthfuls of blood.

"How could I possibly lose? No, I can't!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ji Wuming drew his Blood Thunder Spear. Scarface Wang let out a painful cry and then collapsed to the ground, a large amount of blood flowing from his wound. He was dead beyond any doubt.

Although it was Ji Wuming's first time killing someone, he didn't feel the kind of anxiety and fear that comes with killing someone; on the contrary, he felt extremely relaxed.

"this……"

When this scene unfolded, the entire arena fell into a deathly silence. Almost all the spectators stood up, staring in astonishment at Scarface King being killed on the fighting stage.

"In less than five rounds, the formidable Scarface King, who was virtually unmatched, was dead? And this newcomer's rusty spear actually had three stages of attack?"

"That was a powerhouse capable of rivaling a Soul Master, yet he was defeated by a newcomer. Could it be that the Emperor-Slaying White Demon is a level 29 Great Soul Master?"

At that moment, Ji Wuming looked at the host who had flown in but hadn't yet announced the match results, and coldly said, "Host, it's time to announce the match results!"

"Congratulations, Emperor-Slaying White Demon, on successfully killing Scarface King. Everything Scarface King owns will belong to Emperor-Slaying White Demon."

When the host uttered these closing remarks, the entire venue erupted in cheers, especially the businessman sitting in the front row, whose excited smile was palpable.

"A clean and decisive victory; I definitely made the right bet."

Then the merchant's emotions fluctuated again, and he muttered to himself,

"Why? Why didn't I bet more back then? Ninety thousand, eighteen thousand gold soul coins—that would have doubled the value, doubled it all!"

He knew very well that today, with the White Demon's fame brought by the Emperor Killer, the odds of winning in the betting would drop significantly. He should have bet half of his wealth when he placed his initial bet.

Ji Wuming took all the gold cards and valuables from the dead Scarface King, then turned to the host beside him and coldly asked,

"His body is mine too?"

"Yes, everything on the deceased's body belongs to the winner, including his corpse."

The host, not daring to look Ji Wuming in the eye, looked at the audience in the stands and explained to Ji Wuming.

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Ji Wuming looked at Scarface King's corpse on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and then returned to the waiting room.

He desperately wanted Scarface King's corpse, wanting to devour all its aura. However, in a crowded and chaotic arena like the Soul Arena, taking away a loser's corpse once or twice was acceptable, but doing it repeatedly would inevitably attract investigation.

If this incident were to expose the greatest secret of my martial soul, it would be a huge loss. Since that's the case, then I might as well discard all the corpses of these losers.

As Ji Wuming stepped out of the Soul Battle Arena to collect his winnings, many people tried to strike up a conversation with him. However, when Ji Wuming looked at the crowd, they scattered like birds and beasts, wandering around carelessly.

Seeing this, Ji Wuming understood that his previous battle had thoroughly proven his strength, so it was understandable that he didn't dare to approach and speak.

He returned to the Soul Battle registration desk, paid the same amount of Gold Soul Coins, and said in a cool tone, "Match me a new Soul Battle contestant!"

The registration staff glanced at Ji Wuming and immediately and quickly matched him with a new Great Soul Master battle arena.

"Mr. White Demon, your next Soul Battle will take place in half an hour."

"Um!"

Ji Wuming turned to look at the specific information on the big screen of the fifth competition area. It had been updated again, and the betting amount had been reduced to one to one. The opponent he was randomly matched with this time was a player named Gong Changyan, whose martial spirit and battle record were fully displayed on the big screen.

The news that Ji Wuming was fighting again shocked the viewers who were still immersed in the previous Soul Battle with Scarface King.

"Doesn't this Emperor-Slaying White Demon need to recover his soul power and hide his strength? He actually dares to continue fighting with his soul."

(End of this chapter)