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The next second, an iron golem nearly three meters tall, made entirely of indestructible refined iron, crashed down in front of Xu Tian.

The iron golem locked onto Wolf Mighty in mid-air and, without the slightest hesitation, unleashed a powerful uppercut from below with its steel right arm.

"Crack!"

Wolf Might's massive body, standing at 2.8 meters tall and weighing several hundred kilograms, was sent flying backward by this absolute force.

Accompanied by a torrent of gushing blood, it finally crashed with a deafening roar into the solid black stone wall at the edge of the arena.

Large spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared on the wall.

Wolf Might, on the other hand, slid slowly down the wall like a lump of mud, turning into a bloody, mangled mess of flesh. He died on the spot without even having time to let out a scream.

One punch.

It was just one punch.

Sold out instantly.

The entire Colosseum fell into a deathly silence in that instant.

All the orcs stared wide-eyed, unable to utter a sound.

They couldn't understand how the wolf warrior, who was so invincible just a second ago, could turn into a pile of minced meat on the wall the next.

What exactly is that steel monster that appeared out of nowhere?

Xu Tian stood still, dusted off his hands, and remained calm.

Ignoring the shock around him, he simply pulled a Poké Ball out of his backpack.

This Poké Ball was specially made by Wind and Snow, who was far away in the territory, while he was waiting backstage. It was then sent over via an Ender Box.

Xu Tian knew very well that although the iron golem had explosive combat power, it was uncontrollable once it was created, and its huge size made it impossible to carry around.

Under the rules of the pet breeding mod, Poké Balls can not only capture wild creatures, but also collect creatures generated within the Minecraft ecosystem.

Xu Tian aimed the Poké Ball at the iron golem and pressed the button.

A flash of red light appeared, and the enormous iron golem was instantly sucked into the small sphere.

Once inside, the iron golem, finding no hostile creatures, remained quietly inside without making any sudden movements.

At this moment, the goat-man commentator on the platform finally snapped out of his daze.

He shouted in a hoarse voice.

"This... although the method is somewhat strange, according to the judges' investigation, there was no trace of magical fluctuations during the process of summoning the steel behemoth."

"This is entirely due to a kind of unknown physical forging summoning technique."

The commentator swallowed hard and announced loudly.

"Number 95, Pig Killer, wins this deadly match."

"boom!"

The stands erupted in cheers once more, but this time, no one dared to utter a single boo. All eyes that looked at the skinny pig-headed man were filled with deep awe.

And so, relying on this skill of creating iron golems out of thin air, Xu Tian was like a tiger among sheep in this arena where physical strength was the only contest.

Whether it's the incredibly strong bear warriors or the agile and cunning tiger assassins, none of them can withstand a single round against the iron golem's unreasonable iron fists.

Xu Tian began his invincible, crushing journey, dominating the entire competition.

Meanwhile, outside the city...

The two brothers, Peak and Madness, have been traveling non-stop across most of Blackrock Fortress.

They have used the same method to successfully carry out a frenzied poisoning operation beneath three other major water sources in this vast city.

The city's underground water system has been completely polluted into a massive poisonous network by the hundreds and thousands of bottles of weakening, highly toxic, and slowing potions they dumped.

In a secluded corner of an abandoned temple.

Peak was putting on a wide, black priest's robe, which he had somehow acquired and was covered with strange totems.

He removed the pig spirit's head and replaced it with a mask carved from animal bone, full of religious symbolism.

Coupled with the wooden staff in his hand inlaid with glowing fluorite, he looked exactly like a mysterious charlatan priest who had been practicing asceticism in the wilderness for many years.

"Little brother, how's the preparation of the milk and water going?"

While adjusting his robes, Dianfeng asked in a deep voice.

The madman standing to the side immediately reported.

"Brother, everything is ready. I just confirmed with Sister Fengxue. She has activated the NPCs in her territory, and they are milking cows like crazy in her ranch."

"The block pool with unlimited water has been built. As long as you give the order, pure water and pure milk that can cure all poisons can be transported to our hands in large quantities through the Ender Chest at any time."

After hearing this, a sinister smile crept onto the corner of his mouth beneath the mask.

"very good".

Peak gripped his staff tightly, his gaze fixed on the bustling streets outside the temple.

"At this time, those orcs who have finished a day of hard labor or have just watched a few gladiatorial matches should have already started drinking large amounts of the well water that we have spiked."

With a wave of his hand, he exuded the air of a cult leader descending from the mountain.

“Let’s go. These beasts are about to face a terrible plague. As messengers of God with compassion, it’s time for us to go out and offer them a costly salvation.”

The two brothers looked at each other and laughed. One after the other, they stepped out of the shadow of the temple and swaggered toward the most bustling central area of ​​Blackrock Fortress.

At this time, Blackrock Fortress was bustling with activity during the twilight hours of the day.

On the streets, orcs came and went, minotaurs carrying heavy loads breathed heavily, and several tusked orcs fought fiercely in the mud over half a loaf of bread. Everything seemed no different from usual.

The two walked at a leisurely pace and soon arrived near the huge blue stone well where they had secretly tampered with it before.

Peak slightly lowered the mask carved from pale animal bones above his head.

He took a deep breath, his wide black priest's robe fluttering in the evening breeze.

The next second, he suddenly raised the wooden staff in his hand, which was inlaid with glowing fluorite, and his originally calm steps instantly became unsteady and filled with a sense of madness.

"Disaster has struck, and an invisible plague has already spread underground."

At the peak of his voice, he shouted hysterically in the street in an old, terrified, and compassionate tone.

He shouted as he waved his staff erratically, the fluorite at the tip of the staff drawing streaks of green light across the dim street.

"The gaze of the abyss has fallen upon this land. Run, lost sheep! Before Death has completely withdrawn His scythe, leave this cursed waters! Run!"

Chapter 182 Calamity Descends

Peak's sudden, incoherent roar instantly caused quite a stir on this bustling street.

Many orcs who were on their way or setting up stalls stopped what they were doing and stared at the strangely dressed priest with eyes that looked like they were looking at a fool.

"Has this old man gone mad? Is he wailing like a mourner?"

A werewolf picking his teeth looked on with disdain.

"Dressed like black crows, talking about impending calamity and spreading plague. Our Blackrock Fortress is perfectly fine, with walls higher than mountains. What calamity could there be?"

Another vendor, a pig-headed man with a large belly, waved his butcher knife in annoyance and loudly mocked.

"Hey! You damned wizard, get out of here! Don't try to distract me from my business with your mystical antics. I think you're the real calamity."

Hearing the undisguised mockery and insults from the orcs around him, Dianfeng, the younger brother who was following behind Dianfeng, immediately understood.

He knew it was now his turn to be the shill.

With his lifelike pig spirit head on his head, Madman deliberately put on a helpless and embarrassed expression, strode forward, grabbed Peak's clothes, and said loudly in a tone that was somewhat resentful and doubtful.

"Yes, High Priest, please stop shouting. Everyone here is perfectly fine and lively. How could some invisible plague have descended upon us?"

As he spoke, the madman deliberately glanced around, shrugged at the orcs watching, and continued his sermon.

"Although you were once the most respected High Priest of our kingdom, and you did indeed accurately predict many natural disasters and beast tides through divine revelation, this time, I think you are really senile. Where did this plague come from when everything is calm?"

As he spoke, the madman walked straight to a beer stall next to him.

On the broken wooden table at the stall, there was a large bucket of water that had just been drawn from the bluestone well next to it, which was used to dilute inferior ale.

The madman picked up a chipped, rough earthenware bowl and scooped a full bowl of water from the wooden bucket.

He was holding the bowl of water.

"High Priest, look, this water is crystal clear and has no strange smell."

The madman raised the bowl to the front of the peak, a smile playing on his lips.

"You must have been too tired lately, and your mind has become confused, causing you to miscalculate? There's no sign of being cursed at all."

Despite the madman's questioning and the increasingly loud laughter of the surrounding orcs, Peak did not back down in the slightest.

His eyes, hidden beneath the mask, widened suddenly as if he had witnessed something utterly terrifying. His body trembled violently, and he slammed his staff heavily onto the bluestone slab.

"No, foolish, utterly foolish."

At the peak, as if possessed by some kind of fanatical deity, he pointed at the bowl of water, his voice shrill and mournful.

"How could the eyes of mortals possibly see through the punishment of the gods? Calamity has come; it is in your blood, in the air you breathe. It has arrived, and the shadow of death has enveloped all of you."

"Old man, are you trying to piss us off? Are you cursing us to die?"

This time, Peak's charlatan-like curse thoroughly enraged some hot-tempered individuals on the street.

With a deafening roar, a burly bear-man, nearly 2.5 meters tall and covered in thick brown fur, pushed his way out of the crowd.

This bear-man had a face full of scars and his body was covered with various wounds, clearly a ruthless character who often licked blood off the edge of life and death.

He strode up to the peak, suddenly stretched out his heavy bear paw, grabbed the collar of the peak's priestly black robe, and lifted the peak up into the air with one hand.

"If you dare to spew filth again, I'll crush your bones one by one and feed them to the rats in the ditch."

The bear-man, a burly man, opened his blood-red maw.

Seeing this, the surrounding beastmen not only did not step forward to stop him, but instead burst into excited cheers, all waiting to see the black-robed man pretending to be a ghost get a beating from the bear-man.

However, despite being suspended in mid-air, the face beneath the mask showed no sign of panic; instead, a cold killing intent flashed across it.

"Get your filthy hands off me..."