bdsm-fiction Chapter 10 Looking for the original sect!
Chapter 10 Looking for the original sect!
But time waits for no one. The White Tiger Duke's mansion could discover the truth about Konoha Village at any moment, and could send out even more powerful pursuers at any time.
He needs protection, he needs to become stronger quickly, he needs... a place where he can take revenge in peace.
"Since we can't find them," Dai Tu looked at a brightly lit building across the street and suddenly had an idea, "then let them come to me."
A huge wooden plaque hung at the entrance of the building, with three large, scarlet characters written on it:
Deathmatch Arena.
The Heavenly Fighting Arena in Heavenly Fighting City is the largest underground arena in the entire Heavenly Soul Empire.
There are no rules, no referees, and no surrendering. Once you step into the ring, it's either win or die.
The audience consisted of thrill-seeking nobles, mercenaries, and outlaws; they placed bets, cheered, and screamed for blood and death.
When Dai Tu entered the deathmatch arena, he frowned as he was hit by the heat and noise.
The air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, cheap alcohol, and a more primal, violent frenzy. The enormous amphitheater was packed with people, at least two thousand.
They waved their fists, roared, and howled, their voices echoing under the dome, making people's eardrums ache.
The arena was in the center of the field, a circular stone platform ten zhang in diameter. The surface of the stone platform was covered with dark red stains, which were bloodstains that could not be washed off.
On the stage, a bald, muscular man over two meters tall was smashing a skinny man's chest with a single punch.
Fragments of bone and internal organs flew everywhere. The thin man didn't even have time to scream before he collapsed to the ground, twitched twice, and went still.
"roar!!!"
The bald, burly man raised his blood-stained fist and roared to the sky.
The audience erupted in thunderous cheers.
"Butcher! Butcher! Butcher!"
"One more! Tear him apart!"
"I've bet fifty gold coins! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Dai Tu watched all this expressionlessly, walked through the frenzied crowd, and headed towards the registration area next to the ring.
An elderly man with one eye sat at the registration desk, puffing on a pipe. He raised his eyelids, glanced at Dai Tu, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Kid, this isn't a place for playing house. If you want to sign up, you need to pay a ten-gold-coin deposit first, which is non-refundable if you die."
Dai Tu took out his last ten copper coins from his pocket and placed them on the table.
The one-eyed old man scoffed, "Copper coins? What do you think this place is? A vegetable market?"
Dai Tu didn't speak, but simply raised his head and looked at the old man.
A crimson light flashed in his eyes and disappeared in an instant.
The one-eyed old man froze. He felt as if something had pierced his soul; a cold, violent, and destructive aura surged through him from that gaze, making his limbs numb and his breath catch in his throat for a moment.
When he came to his senses, Dai Tu had already looked away and said calmly:
"I don't have money. But I can fight. I'll take 10% of every win, how about that?"
The one-eyed old man stared at Dai Tu for a long time. Finally, he exhaled a puff of smoke, grinned, and revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth.
"Interesting. Okay, I'll give you a chance. Next match, you'll face 'Poison Scorpion,' a two-ring Great Soul Master whose martial soul is a poisonous scorpion tail. He's already won seven matches. If you can survive, you'll be a member of the Deathmatch Arena from now on."
Dai Tu nodded and turned to walk towards the arena.
In the audience, some people noticed the young man who had just come on stage.
"Who's that kid? Looks like he's still breastfeeding."
"Haha, the deathmatch arena is even accepting kids now?"
"Scorpion! Tear him apart! I'll bet a hundred gold coins!"
"Scorpion! Scorpion! Scorpion!"
On the ring, the contestant known as "Scorpion" was already waiting.
He was a lean man in his thirties with a scar running diagonally from his forehead to his chin, making him look particularly ferocious. Behind him, a dark scorpion tail swayed, its stinger gleaming with an eerie blue light.
"Kid," Scorpion licked his lips, a cruel glint in his eyes.
"I will kill you in the slowest way possible. I'll start with your toes, crushing your bones one by one, and listen to your screams. That sound... is the most beautiful."
Dai Tu ignored him.
He simply walked calmly onto the ring and stood ten steps away from Scorpion.
The referee announced in a cloying voice, "Next match—newcomer 'Black Eyes' versus 'Scorpion' on a seven-game winning streak! Odds 1 to 10! Hurry up and place your bets!"
"clang!"
The bell rang.
The battle begins.
The scorpion moved almost the instant the bell rang. His figure was like a ghost, turning into a blur as he pounced on Dai Tu. The scorpion tail phantom behind him lashed out like a venomous snake, aiming straight for Dai Tu's throat.
Fast, ruthless, and accurate.
This is a murderous tactic, showing absolutely no mercy.
Excited screams erupted from the audience.
But the screams stopped abruptly the next second.
Because of the soil, it disappeared.
No, he didn't disappear. He stood there, but the scorpion's tail passed right through his body without causing any harm, as if it had pierced through thin air.
The scorpion was stunned.
Before he could figure out what had happened, he saw Dai Tu raise his hand.
I loosely clenched my fists and aimed them at him.
"God's Might - Distortion".
"Dai Tu said softly."
"Click—"
A sickening sound of bones cracking rang out.
The scorpion's tail was twisted into a pretzel shape from the middle. Then came the right arm, from shoulder to wrist, the bones were broken segment by segment, and the muscles under the skin were twisted and deformed as if they had been violently twisted by an invisible hand.
Finally, the left leg was affected, with the knee bent backward and the ankle rotated 180 degrees.
The whole process took only two seconds.
Before the scorpion could even scream, he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud. His eyes were wide open, filled with fear and confusion, as if he still didn't understand how he had been defeated.
silence.
A deathly silence.
The two-thousand-seat audience was completely silent. Everyone stared, mouths agape, like ducks being choked.
Then, an even more frenzied roar erupted.
"Black eyes! Black eyes! Black eyes!"
"What did he do? I didn't see it at all!"
"A soul skill? Is it a soul skill? But I didn't see him release any soul rings!"
Dai Tu withdrew his hand and looked at the referee.
The glamorous woman was stunned for several seconds before she reacted, quickly raising Dai Tu's hand, her voice trembling with excitement: "The winner—Black Eyes!"
First match, won.
Then came the second, the third, the fourth...
Dai Tu stood on the arena, not leaving. He wanted to win consecutive matches, to become famous quickly, and to make the name "Black Eyes" known throughout the underworld of Tiandou City.
The opponent in the second match was a power-type Soul Master whose Martial Soul was a rhinoceros. Dai Tu used Wood Spirit Entanglement to bind him, and then snapped his neck with a Divine Might Twist.
The third opponent was an agile Soul Master whose Martial Soul was a cheetah. Dai Tu used the Kaleidoscope's Insight to see through all his movements, and then used a precise Kamui Etherealization to dodge the fatal pounce, and twisted his spine in the process.
The fourth, fifth, sixth...
The opponents are getting stronger and stronger, some even being three-ring Soul Masters, but the result is always the same.
Daido didn't even need to use his full strength; the insight of his Mangekyou Sharingan allowed him to see through all attack trajectories.
Kamui: Illusion grants him immunity to all physical attacks. Wood Spirit Entanglement allows him to control and absorb soul power. Kamui: Twisting is a deadly finishing move.
Simple, efficient, cruel.
The fervor in the stands reached its peak.
"Ten consecutive wins! Ten consecutive wins! Ten consecutive wins!"
When Dai Tu snapped the neck of his tenth opponent, a five-ring Soul King, the entire deathmatch arena erupted in cheers.
Gold, silver, and bronze coins rained down on the arena, and people roared the name "Black Eyes," the sound almost lifting the dome.
Dai Tu stood in the center of the arena, with ten corpses of various shapes at his feet.