Anime Crossover: I, the Shadow King, slaughter my way through DanMachi!

As Ganesha's words fell silent, the entire arena instantly fell silent.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two people in the center of the arena.

Ota slowly raised the Black Sword, its blade pointing directly at Ying Ping.

"Yingping, take out your weapon."

His voice was deep and resonant, carrying an undeniable authority.

"I don't need weapons to deal with you."

Ying Ping, however, kept his hands in his pockets and spoke calmly.

These words, transmitted through Ganesha's microphone, not only enraged Ota, but also caused an uproar throughout the arena!

"Did I hear that right?!"

"Is he insane? How dare he fight Ota bare-handed?"

"Not carrying a weapon? This guy is way too arrogant!"

Upon hearing this, Ota's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"Really? Then I hope you really have that ability."

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared!

"boom-!"

The next second, the Black Sword, accompanied by a deafening roar as it tore through the air, slashed fiercely toward Ying Ping's head!

"Qiang!!"

Ying Ping raised one hand and grasped the blade of the Black Sword with his bare hand, while his other hand remained in his pocket.

A strong gust of wind blew away the surrounding dust.

"Don't be in such a hurry, I haven't said start yet."

Yingping's hair fluttered in the wind, and his cold eyes stared directly at Ota as he spoke.

"You blocked my full-force attack with just one hand?!"

Ota was startled. He tried to press down with both hands while gripping the sword, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push it down even a little.

"Now do you understand the difference in power between us?"

Ying Ping said calmly.

The next moment, the skill was activated—killing intent locked on!

"What!?"

When those eyes swept over him coldly, Ota felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

A long-lost sense of fear welled up inside him, and at the same time, all his abilities dropped by 50%!

Ying Ping's lips curled up slightly, and then he raised his right foot.

"boom-!"

With a loud bang, Ota's burly body flew backward like a cannonball.

He couldn't even hold onto his weapon; Ying Ping forcibly snatched it from his hand.

His body slammed heavily against the stone wall of the arena, shaking the entire area and causing spiderweb-like cracks to spread instantly.

"Cough cough cough...."

Amidst the smoke and dust, Ota coughed violently, spitting blood from his mouth and nose, and his chest armor began to crumble and fall off.

That kick was incredibly powerful; it almost kicked him through the lines and killed him.

The entire room immediately fell silent, becoming deathly still.

Everyone stared at this scene with wide eyes and disbelief.

"What...what just happened...?"

"Ota... got kicked away?"

"is that a lie!"

Inside the VIP box, Freya's wine glass fell to the ground with a clatter, splashing the purplish-red liquid onto her snow-white dress, but she was completely unaware.

Freya suddenly stood up, gripping the railing tightly with both hands until her knuckles turned white from the force.

"This is impossible, Ota is actually at a complete disadvantage..."

Her voice trembled slightly, and her beautiful face, which always wore an elegant smile, was now filled with shock.

Loki's expression was naturally no better.

"That guy... is he actually stronger than Ota?!"

Cold sweat beaded on Loki's forehead as he stared intently at Yingping on the sidelines.

She began to feel fear and a very ominous premonition about the upcoming war game with the Hestia Familia.

In the center of the arena, Ying Ping casually twirled the Black Sword he had seized in his hand, then tossed it with a clang in front of Ota.

"stand up."

Yingping put his hands back in his pockets, his voice eerily calm.

Ota stood up tremblingly, blood continuously oozing from the corner of his mouth.

He stared intently at Ying Ping, his eyes burning with an indomitable flame.

"It's not over yet!"

"Silver Moon's mercy, golden plains, grant me the command to be a fierce fighting boar..."

"Bearing the divine will of the goddess, gallop forward!"

He growled and gripped the Black Sword tightly once more.

A dazzling golden light began to emanate from the sword!

This is Ota's attack magic!

"Oh? Chanting? So you're finally getting serious?"

Ying Ping raised an eyebrow, still keeping his hands in his pockets.

His black trench coat fluttered in the wind of the arena, attracting the attention of everyone present.

"boom!"

Ota's figure disappeared again, this time several times faster than before.

The Black Sword, carrying a force that seemed to tear through space, slashed towards Ying Ping from all directions.

"It's still too slow."

Yingping's voice rang out lightly.

His figure moved like a ghost, dodging the sword's edge perfectly each time.

His relaxed and carefree demeanor made it seem as if he were not in a life-or-death battle, but rather dancing a dangerous waltz.

"boom!"

Suddenly, Yingping delivered a precise chop to Ota's wrist, which was holding a sword.

"Ugh!"

Ota let out a cry of pain, and the Black Sword slipped from his hand once more.

Ying Ping followed up with a sweeping kick, sending him flying into the air.

"Boom!"

Ota crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

His armor was partially torn apart, revealing his skin underneath, which was a mixture of blue and purple.

The audience was silent.

The audience gaped, their eyes wide, completely unable to believe what they were seeing.

Orario's strongest adventurer was beaten like a punching bag without any chance to fight back?

"This...this city's strongest is going to change!"

"Lord Yingping is truly amazing!"

"Ota is no match for them at all!"

"What level is he exactly?!"

Cheers, exclamations, and screams rose and fell.

The entire arena erupted in cheers!

Inside the VIP box, Freya was slumped in her chair, her face as pale as paper.

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

Her fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of her skirt, her knuckles turning white.

Loki wasn't in much better shape; she clung tightly to the railing, cold sweat beading on her forehead: "What...what kind of monster is this...?"

Ota struggled to sit up, blew the blood from his nose, and spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"You are indeed very capable; my intuition was right..."

He looked up at Ying Ping, and for the first time, his eyes, which had never changed in ages, showed an intense fighting spirit.

Yingping waved his hand to interrupt him and suddenly snapped his fingers.

"It seems you are not qualified to be my opponent."

"Thousands of bunches."

"Coming!"

In the stands, a graceful figure in red lightly vaulted over the railing, tracing a beautiful arc in the air before landing steadily in front of the winning side.

Nishiki Chizuka tossed her chestnut-brown short hair and called out with a grin, "Master!"

Yingping reached out and ruffled her hair, a gentle smile playing on his lips: "You've got your chance to shine, make the most of it."

"Yes! Promise to complete the mission!"

Chizuki, brimming with energy, gave another military salute, then turned to face Ota, hands on her hips: "Hey, Mr. Ota! Your opponent next is me!"

This scene once again caused an uproar among the audience.

"What?! This is... they changed the cast midway?! They put a young girl in?!"

"What a joke! Ota still has the strength to fight!"

"What does this mean? Does this mean that Hestia's commander has won?"

The audience immediately erupted into a noisy argument.

On Loki's Familia side, Bert the wolf was completely dumbfounded. He opened his mouth, "What... what is this guy trying to do...?"

Finn bit his thumb, his brow furrowed: "To make a substitution when they have an absolute advantage... Could it be that that little girl can actually fight against Otto?"

"For Mr. Yingping, Ota may no longer be worthy of being called an opponent."

"It seems that the title of Orario's strongest adventurer will change hands starting today."

Riveria shook her head and said softly, "Finn, we're in big trouble."

"Now it's confirmed that Mr. Yingping is a master far superior to Ota. If we were to face him head-on in the War Game, our Loki Familia would have absolutely no chance of winning."

Sitting in the corner, Ais's lips curled into a slight smile, her eyes gleaming with an unusual light: "As expected..."

The Hestia family's stands.

Kokoro and Elena hugged each other excitedly: "As expected of our master, he's so cool!"

Artemis couldn't help but applaud: "Well done!"

Hesty put his hands on his hips, puffed out his chest smugly, and said, "I told you long ago, this match was never going to be a contest from the start. The difference in skill level between the two sides is just too great."