Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

The poisoned dagger in his hand gleamed with an eerie green light under the blood moon. His figure flashed like a ghost, and he appeared to Lin Wan's left, the dagger aimed straight for Lin Wan's throat!

The speed is astonishing.

A gasp of surprise erupted from the stands.

Scorpion's 48-game winning streak was achieved through his ghostly speed and the deadly venom on his dagger.

With just a slight scratch, the opponent will rot and die within moments.

But Lin Wan did not dodge.

He didn't even look at the scorpion.

Just as the dagger was about to pierce his throat, Lin Wan suddenly raised his left hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and precisely grabbed the wrist of the scorpion holding the knife.

"What?" Scorpion's pupils shrank sharply.

He didn't even see how Lin Wan made her move!

The next moment, a terrifying force came from his wrist. Lin Wan twisted his five fingers, and the scorpion's wrist bones made a crisp cracking sound.

"Ah!" The scorpion let out a shrill scream as the dagger slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Lin Wan caught the falling dagger with her other hand, and then swung it backhand.

laugh!

The eerie green dagger slashed precisely across the scorpion's throat.

The scorpion's screams abruptly stopped. His eyes widened, and he clutched his throat with both hands, blood gushing from between his fingers.

He staggered backward, eventually collapsing heavily to the ground, his body twitching a few times before falling still.

One blow kills.

The whole process took less than two seconds.

The frenzied atmosphere in the stands momentarily froze.

Everyone stared intently at the black-clad youth in the center of the arena, at the still-dripping blood dagger in his hand, and at the calm expression on his face.

It was as if he hadn't just killed a powerful player with a 48-game winning streak, but rather casually swatted a fly.

"Go together!"

Bloodfang finally realized he couldn't wait any longer. He roared and swung the heavy axe down at Lin Wan's head.

At the same time, the other seven people also made their move.

Shattered Bones charged from the right, its iron hammer whistling as it smashed towards Lin Wan's ribs.

A seductive woman's red lips attacked from behind, and the purple poisonous light on her fingernails aimed straight for Lin Wan's heart.

Another man wielding a long spear, its tip like a venomous snake's tongue, aimed for Lin Wan's leg...

Eight people, eight directions, eight types of weapons.

This is a situation where certain death is inevitable.

At least, that's how it appears to the spectators in the stands.

But Lin Wan made a move.

Just as the giant axe cleaved down, his body shifted slightly to the side.

The giant axe grazed his clothes and fell heavily to the ground, sending up a spray of gravel.

Lin Wan didn't stop. As she turned to the side, she threw a punch with her left hand, which hit the side of the iron hammer that was coming from the bone-crushing object.

"clang!"

A loud clang of metal colliding.

Shattered Bones felt a terrifying force coming from the iron hammer, which caused his tiger's mouth to split open and the iron hammer to almost slip from his hand.

Lin Wan used the recoil from the punch to spin like a top, avoiding the poisonous claws of the red-lipped woman behind her.

As it spun, the dagger in Lin Wan's hand drew a ghostly green arc.

laugh!

The man holding the spear felt a chill in his throat. He looked down blankly and saw a thin line on his neck, followed by a gush of blood.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out, and he eventually fell backward to the ground.

the second.

Lin Wan's killing spree has only just begun.

His figure moved swiftly through the encirclement of eight men, like a ghost. Every movement was perfectly timed, every strike precise and deadly.

In the stands, the frenzied spectators were completely stunned.

They had seen too much killing, but never such elegant and efficient killing.

Lin Wan's every move was purposeful; every turn, every step, every strike was aimed at killing.

His gaze remained calm, as if he were not engaged in a life-or-death struggle, but rather completing a task he had done countless times before.

"puff!"

The dagger pierced the eye socket of a bald, muscular man, going straight into his brain.

The third.

"Crack!"

Lin Wan snapped the neck of a woman wielding two knives.

the fourth.

The red-lipped, venomous claws struck again, this time aiming for Lin Wan's face.

But Lin Wan merely tilted her head slightly, her poisonous claws grazing his cheek, leaving three shallow bloody marks on his face.

The bloodstains instantly turned purple.

Highly poisonous.

But Lin Wan's expression didn't change at all.

He didn't even bother with the injury on his face; his left hand had already grabbed Red Lips' wrist, and his right hand swung the dagger.

laugh!

Red Lips' entire arm was severed at the shoulder!

"Ah!" A shrill scream came from her red lips as blood gushed from her severed arm.

Lin Wan gave her no chance, and with a backhand thrust, plunged the dagger into her heart.

the fifth.

Bloodfang's giant axe came down again, but this time he was smarter and didn't use his full strength. Instead, he held back three-tenths of his power, ready to change his move at any time.

But Lin Wan didn't need him to change his tactics at all.

The moment the giant axe cleaved down, Lin Wan didn't retreat but instead advanced, crashing directly into Blood Fang's arms.

The distance between the two instantly closed to almost touching, and the length of the giant axe became a hindrance.

Bloodfang was terrified and tried to retreat, but it was too late.

Lin Wan placed her left hand on his chest, while her right hand, wielding a dagger, pierced his chin from below.

The tip of the dagger pierced through Bloodfang's skull.

Bloodfang froze, his eyes wide, unable to believe he was dead.

He's Bloodfang, with a 49-game winning streak; he's cleaved countless opponents' heads with this giant axe...

But darkness had already swallowed his consciousness.

sixth.

There are three people left.

Shattered Bones, a one-eyed man wielding a chain mace, and a tall, thin man holding two swords.

The three of them were ashen-faced.

They looked at Lin Wan, at the black-clad youth with three purple poison marks on his face yet remaining calm, and at the six corpses on the ground. The last bit of fighting spirit in their hearts completely collapsed.

escape!

That was the only thought in their minds.

But in the hellish killing field, there is no escape. It's either kill or be killed.

These ten words are etched like an ironclad rule into the hearts of everyone who steps into this place. Fear or trembling, the moment that heavy iron gate closes, the outcome is already predetermined: only one person can walk out alive.

Bonebreaker, One-Eyed, Twin Swordsman.

The three men formed a triangle around Lin Wan, their hands trembling slightly as they gripped their weapons.

Chapter 322 The Killing Continues

Sweat mixed with blood slid down their foreheads, dripping into their eyes and causing a stinging burning sensation, but they dared not blink or even breathe too heavily.

Because the boy opposite them was looking at them.

His eyes were eerily calm, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if he were examining three completely dead corpses.

His heart, shattered by his broken bones, was pounding wildly. He could hear the sound of his own blood rushing through his veins, a sound that grew louder and louder, almost drowning out the frantic roars from the surrounding stands.

He was a powerhouse with a 47-game winning streak, a figure feared by all in this killing city.

He had smashed the bones of countless opponents with his hammer, and he always felt a morbid sense of satisfaction from the sound of those bones breaking.

But now, his hands are shaking.

The iron hammer that had accompanied him in hundreds of battles now felt as heavy as a mountain.

"Join forces..." Shattered Bones squeezed out two words through clenched teeth, his voice hoarse beyond belief, "If we don't join forces, we'll all die."

A mad glint flashed in his single eye. The chain hammer in his hand swayed slightly, its head covered in spikes, each one having pierced the bodies of his enemies.