Zheng zheng zheng—

The arena resounded with the sharp clang of metal weapons colliding. Players with weaker eyesight couldn't even see what was happening on the stage, only vaguely glimpsing two blurry figures twisting and turning, constantly stirring up shattered stones and dust.

[Cleanhit!]

[Criticalhit!]

[Cleanhit!]

Words indicating hits floated in mid-air, but even members of the Watchers' Society standing below the stage, recording the scene with special slow-motion cameras, couldn't tell who was hitting whom.

Li Ang glanced at the scene and said calmly, "Anboli landed six hits, scoring eight points. Long Xiang Bao Bian only landed three hits; he's about to lose."

"Hmm?"

Mule frowned, about to ask a question, when he saw the two on stage separate.

The female pirate Anboli landed lightly on the ground, her baroque-style, gorgeous clothes bearing several slashes, and a portion of her red, wavy hair severed.

"Hoo..."

She held the hilt of her saber in her right hand, the tip propped against a piece of rubble.

With her left hand, she raised delicate, fair fingers to gently wipe a smear of blood from her beautiful face, then put them into her mouth, closing her eyes and savoring it slowly, like tasting red wine.

"Your blood,"

Anboli opened her eyes, the corners of her mouth turned up, revealing a trace of morbidly wild smile, "is quite good."

"..."

On the other side of the arena, the gaunt, jet-black half-dragon man slowly stood up.

His body was covered in deep gashes, bright red blood constantly flowing out, dripping onto the ground along his arms and legs, accumulating into a blurred, shadowy pool.

The wounds that had been sewn up had also burst open, and pale bones could be seen through the deep wounds.

He looked extremely miserable.

In the six o'clock direction of the audience, Xing Hechou clenched his fists unconsciously. He sensed that Long Xiang Bao Bian might not be his opponent, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

"Don't worry."

Xun Zi'an's voice was steady. "He hasn't lost yet."

As if in response to Xun Zi'an's words, the half-dragon man flowing with shadow dragon bloodline raised his head, his eyes looking coldly at the female pirate.

He could feel the venom attached to the blade, paralyzing his muscles, eroding his reason, and wearing down his strength.

He was afraid that it wouldn't be long before he bled to death from the ruptured wounds, and the system would once again judge him as injured.

His opponent was standing still, probably waiting for him to fall to the ground on his own, saving her from having to step forward and deliver the final blow, and risk a desperate counterattack.

Spiritual energy, still 400 left...

Enough.

Long Xiang Bao Bian ignored the severe pain coming from his lungs, took a deep breath, and his gaunt chest rose high.

His hand, which had turned into four fingers after transforming into a half-dragon man, raised and joined together, making a gesture of holding an object.

A rapidly rotating cloud of mist-like shadow was quickly brewing in his palm.

Shadows.

The shadows of all objects on the arena, including Anboli's shadow, detached from their original hosts.

Like streamers of light, they flew towards the half-human shadow dragon, flowing into his palm.

"Hmm?"

Wang Hu in the audience narrowed his eyes sharply, "This move..."

"Not good!"

Lu Yu's face changed drastically, and he stood up instinctively.

Anboli on the arena also felt the abnormality. Her expression became stern, and the Tide Bringer scimitar picked up a piece of rubble on the ground, slashing upwards from below, using a splash skill to cause indiscriminate damage to the conical area in front.

At the same time, a phantom of a giant ship appeared behind her.

It was a sailing ship that was difficult to describe with words.

Its keel was not a giant tree, but the upper body skeleton of a giant - the skeletal head was raised high, acting as the bow, and the huge arm bones were folded backwards, acting as the hull of the ship.

The ship's six sails were the wing membranes of some kind of flying creature.

The entire sailing ship could be divided into four layers, all composed of wood, rusty gears, connecting rods, pistons, crankshafts, and biological bones, more like a living creature than a dead ship.

A large number of artillery barrels were distributed between the layers of the sailing ship, densely packed, hidden behind the firing holes.

There were both primitive smoothbore cannons, more advanced rifled mortars, and even modern tank main guns and near-future electromagnetic coil railguns.

And the crew controlling these cannons were also strange and varied.

From orcs wearing cast iron armor, to slender, blonde-haired, blue-eyed high elves,

From ordinary human pirates holding crude muskets, to mind flayer mages wearing gorgeous robes and floating in the air.

The only thing they had in common was the expressions on these "crew members'" faces.

Fanatical, excited, bloodthirsty.

Just like the master who summoned them.

The moment the phantom of the giant bone sailing ship appeared behind Anboli, the air in the entire arena seemed to freeze.

Xing Hechou and Xun Zi'an in the audience watched Anboli raise the Tide Bringer's blade, about to chop down, with the giant ship behind her also ready to go, about to roll over.

The next second, Long Xiang Bao Bian suddenly fell to the ground, and the shadow sphere he was brewing in his hand dissipated.

[k.o!]

The system prompt sounded throughout the arena. Anboli raised her eyebrows in slight surprise, flicked the blade, and the phantom of the white bone sailing ship dissipated instantly.

Did the fierce poison take effect, and he lost consciousness before the skill officially took effect...?

Anboli smacked her lips, somewhat boredly put the Tide Bringer back into its sheath, kicked off the ground with her toes, and jumped off the arena.

A single element, limited area arena, really can't let the shadow dragon bloodline exert its full strength. If it were in other occasions, she might be forced to use more trump cards...

Anboli thought lazily in her heart, waved her hand to dismiss the off-field medical team organized by the Global Supernatural Alliance (paid emergency treatment for players to prevent death), and turned to look at Long Xiang Bao Bian's side.

Special Affairs Bureau agents sitting in the front rows of the audience, who had been prepared for a long time, had already ran into the arena and carried Long Xiang Bao Bian into the medical cabin.

The medical cabin was generally oval-shaped, with a transparent curved plastic covering the surface, and vector nozzles installed below, which could push the medical cabin to cross the terrain.

Through the transparent plastic, you could see a green light curtain lighting up in the medical cabin, completely scanning Long Xiang Bao Bian's body.

Then, a large number of robotic arms automatically popped out from the inner wall, holding surgical tools of different shapes, suturing wounds, extracting venom, and spraying hemostatic gel.

Automated, efficient, convenient, and intelligent.

It's just that the design style of this medical cabin seems to be a problem. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a coffin for the dead... the sliding type.

Anboli shook her head, ignoring this medical cabin trial machine that represented the future trend of surgery, and walked straight towards her companions in the six o'clock direction of the audience.

Before she was about to leave the arena, a ray of blood flashed around her body for no reason.

The three subtle scars left by Long Xiang Bao Bian's dragon claws on her arm healed instantly.

The fragment-like shadows hidden in the wounds also made a "chi" sound and evaporated.

It's over...

Li Ang took a sip of iced cola, squinting slightly.

Since the Sky Arena prohibits energy flow inside and outside the arena, he couldn't feel the power of the white bone sailing ship summoned by Anboli.

But looking at the arena being cut off by a small half... that ship is probably not simple.

"Very strong, these two people."

Li Ang sighed with some regret.

With the battle between Long Xiang Bao Bian and Anboli as an example, the other arena matches were slightly inferior.

A beautiful Hanfu lady named Li Tang Jian Xue summoned tornado-like gusts of wind with a light fan, blowing her opponent out of the arena.

eCmA, dressed as a corporate employee, held an iron short stick in his hand and fought inextricably with Jian Wang Ting using a long sword. Both sides went up to the sky and down to the earth, with sound and light effects in full swing, but no score floated out.

The two from the Fenghuang Guild symbolically released a few moves, and then decided the winner through a best-of-three rock-paper-scissors.

And the battle on Arena Five... the Minotaur warrior was severely suppressed at the beginning, but he became more and more courageous, the more he was injured, the more violent he became.

Finally, with a ground-shattering blow, he blasted his opponent out of the arena.

Li Ang finished watching a few games, and the iced cola in his hand was already empty.

He stood up, clapped his hands, and smiled in Mule's puzzled gaze, "It's boring to just watch, I'll sign up for a game, I'll be right back."

[Contestants who have received the system prompt, please gather at your respective arenas]

The low, rough electronic voice of the system sounded again in the building.