Desolate Devouring Art

Chapter 385 - Killed In One Strike

Chapter 385 - Killed In One Strike

Shi Chui missed again, unable to land his attack as his hammer couldn't keep up with Liu Wuxie's speed. Liu Wuxie's agility rivaled that of those in the higher levels of the Heavenly Dipper Realm. After 104 failed attacks from Shi Chui, Liu Wuxie finally made his move, determined to end it swiftly. He soared into the sky like a celestial crane.

"Time to end this!" Liu Wuxie's voice echoed throughout the martial field, attracting everyone's attention from the other fights.

Shao Wendong's eyes were fixed on Liu Wuxie, wanting to see how the latter would deal with Shi Chui's attacks.

After Liu Wuxie soared into the sky, he surprised everyone by positioning his head downwards, leaving his defense fully exposed to Shi Chui. No one understood this unusual attack form, and many believed Shi Chui could easily kill him if he managed to defend himself properly.

"What is he trying to do? Is he trying to commit suicide through this method?" The crowd exploded into an uproar, thinking that Liu Wuxie was committing suicide.

But only a few wore a grave expression, not daring to blink because they feared they might miss out on something.

Shi Chui raised his head and crossed his hammers to protect his head. If Liu Wuxie continued to fall, he would be ripped apart by the hammers.

When Liu Wuxie was closer to Shi Chui, he raised his right hand and channeled his true essence with metal elements to fortify his hand.

"Do you think I had no way to kill you and can only dodge?" Liu Wuxie's chilling voice came from above, and only Shi Chui could hear him. He then punched like a thunderbolt that struck Shi Chui's hammers.

A terrifying aura swept out from the two, and the next scene overturned everyone's perception. Shi Chui's hammers sank and smashed into his head.

Shi Chui's head burst apart when the giant hammers descended. After all, even an iron would be flattened under the weight.

But that wasn't all. Shi Chui's body began to shrink from his head, shoulders, and chest, finally stopping at his thighs. When the shockwave finally settled down, only his legs remained in the arena. As for Liu Wuxie and Shi Chui, they had both vanished.

When everyone came to their senses, Liu Wuxie had already returned to the Heavenly Trigram Peak's area, sitting with his legs crossed like nothing had happened earlier.

Shi Chui was killed by Liu Wuxie's punch and his own hammers. His body was blown apart, only leaving his legs intact. Before his death, Shi Chui didn't even have the opportunity to let out a scream.

Everyone in the surroundings took in a deep breath with disbelief in their eyes.

"How did this happen?" Everyone was still in disbelief that Liu Wuxie managed to kill Shi Chui, despite the latter's superhuman strength. It defied all logic and seemed incomprehensible.

Liu Wuxie's final punch not only broke through Shi Chui's defense but also blew him apart. This was only accomplishable if one had at least ten times the strength of his opponent.

Shi Chui, known for his superhuman power, lost in the very area he excelled in, suffering a humiliating death at Liu Wuxie's hands in a direct power confrontation.

"He's too powerful to have killed Shi Chui with a single punch. With his ability, it's practically certain he'll make it into the top ten." Liu Wuxie became the seventh participant to advance to the top two hundred. One more victory would secure him a spot in the top hundred, but each subsequent opponent would be more formidable than Shi Chui.

After Shi Chui's death, no one stepped forward, and the martial field fell into a brief silence. The spectators were still processing Liu Wuxie's earlier punch, which seemed to combine multiple energies: metal elements, wood elements, ice elements, and most notably, rumbling abyssal laws.

It was difficult to fathom how someone could possess so many elements, and no one could explain it. Even Elder Tian Xing couldn't see through Liu Wuxie, who was shrouded in mystery.

Thousands of eyes were focused on Liu Wuxie. They couldn't believe how someone with a frail-looking body could exhibit such formidable strength, but this was the undeniable truth.

When Song Yuanqiu looked at Liu Wuxie, his eyes reflected a mix of hope and shock. He realized that Liu Wuxie had the potential to secure a place in the top ten, a feat that would break the sect's record held for tens of thousands of years.

After all, it was unprecedented for a new disciple to make it into the top ten since the sect's establishment, and he wondered if Liu Wuxie could create a miracle.

The battles in the arena continued with the death toll rising, and many arenas were covered in blood.

Perhaps spurred by Liu Wuxie's performance, Shao Wendong snapped his opponent's neck. He knew that killing would draw more attention, and Liu Wuxie had stolen his spotlight. The best way to reclaim it was to display even more power than Liu Wuxie.

That was the same for the geniuses of the other peaks, and everyone displayed their ferocity to the fullest.

When the death toll rose, many people admitted defeat even before they fought. They didn't want to die and would rather stay as an outer disciple for the rest of their life. Even if they would be exiled to the mundane world in the future, at least they were still alive.

After this round ended, less than two hundred people progressed to the next round due to the heavy casualties. Those who were injured in the precious rounds were all eliminated.

But there weren't many celebrations, and the martial field fell silent. This was because the fallen disciples were friends and brothers to many others. They had fought desperately to get a good result in the competition and soar to greater heights.

The competition continued as noon approached. The remaining participants gathered to draw lots again, with the number of lottery boxes reduced from six to one. This signified that fewer than two hundred contestants remained from the original twenty thousand.

Only the participants knew what they had gone through; no one could be underestimated after coming this far. Cultivators in the pinnacle True Core Realm were no longer formidable foes.

Most participants were in the Heavenly Dipper Realm, and Luo Qiu wasn't the only one who hid his actual cultivation.

Only Liu Wuxie stood out among the crowd with cultivation in the eighth level of the True Core Realm. Most importantly, he hadn't drawn his weapon yet.

No one was surprised that Shao Wendong and Chen Lin didn't use their weapons, but they couldn't believe Liu Wuxie swept through his opponents barehandedly.

Those who won the next round would advance to the top hundred and receive two thousand points. The lottery process took only five minutes before everyone had a number.

Nervousness filled the air as participants hoped for an easy opponent to secure their spot in the top hundred. However, the unlucky ones who had to face formidable opponents like Shao Wendong could only accept their fate.

Those who won the next round would advance to the top hundred and receive two thousand points. The lottery process took only five minutes before everyone had a number. Nervousness filled the air as participants hoped for an easy opponent to secure their spot in the top hundred. However, the unlucky ones who had to face formidable opponents like Shao Wendong could only accept their fate.

Liu Wuxie looked at his number and couldn't shake the feeling that someone was manipulating the draw. After all, Shao Wendong had yet to encounter opponents like Dong Yan or Chen Lin.

The disciples in the Heavenly Dipper Realm avoided facing each other, while weaker disciples were quickly eliminated. If Shao Wendong met Chen Lin early, the competition might lose its suspense. Popular disciples were strategically arranged to keep the suspense alive until the end. Early clashes between strong candidates would make the later fights lackluster.

Liu Wuxie wasn't the only one suspecting the draw, but no one said anything about it as it had been an unspoken rule.

"Number 55!" Liu Wuxie headed to Arena 55 and didn't care who his opponent was. His final goal was to take first place, get the rewards, and advance in his cultivation. This was why he had joined the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion in the first place.

Even Liu Wuxie was skeptical about the protection from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. The sect could only provide him with resources.

Some might wonder why the sect invested so much in nurturing disciples when it seemed like a losing deal. However, a sect operated like a nation, requiring unity against external threats.

If a sect wanted to develop and obtain more resources, they would need the strength to back it up. This meant they required continuous expansion while the higher-ups held the authority and disciples helped them with minor tasks to protect the sect.

It was like how a nation's higher-ups enjoyed supreme authority while the commoners worked. The sect's higher-ups controlled resources vital to cultivators, and the two had no conflict.

Liu Wuxie had seen through this clearly and knew he was only a passerby in the sect. The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was only a temporary stop on his journey because he would leave this place sooner or later to reach higher levels.

Emotional ties were mutual, and Liu Wuxie's current and emotional relations were limited to Mu Yueying. But he hadn't seen Mu Yueying once since joining the sect nearly three months ago.

He even asked Bai Lin, but the latter didn't know where Mu Yueying was. They only knew the sect had a young lady, but her appearance and location were unknown to everyone else.

When Liu Wuxie arrived at Arena 55, his opponent was already waiting for him.

Upon spotting Liu Wuxie, a cruel smile spread across Liu Guidong's lips. He had won his previous match effortlessly, expending barely ten percent of his true essence.

Compared to Liu Wuxie, his battles were easy due to his cultivation being in the first level of the Heavenly Dipper Realm. He was also standing at the forefront of the three hundred people who wanted to kill Liu Wuxie that day.

Liu Guidong still harbored resentment from the resounding defeat inflicted by Liu Wuxie.

Liu Wuxie also smiled when he saw Liu Guidong. Did the latter think the Heavenly Dipper Realm was impressive?

"Liu Wuxie, you've finally fallen into my grasp!" Liu Guidong's tone carried a sinister edge. Many coveted Liu Wuxie's demise, and now he had the opportunity to fulfill that desire.

"A deathmatch!" Liu Wuxie said, stating his intent.

"Deathmatch!" Liu Guidong replied.

The arena was soon filled with a chilling atmosphere, and there was no mockery or jeers this time because Liu Wuxie had earned some respect with his strength.