Chapter 44

Chapter 18: Go to Hell!

The five former Apostles each prepared to use their abilities, but the Demon Hunter would not let them succeed—when the Apostles' abilities were well-coordinated, they could handle any powerful opponent. The Demon Hunter did not want to experience being surrounded by flames, wind blades, ice, and other abilities.

"Touch of the Vampire!"

The Demon Hunter's eyes emitted a dazzling red light, which, though fleeting, made the nearest former Apostle tremble. The Demon Hunter naturally would not miss this opportunity—10 meters by 10 meters, the arena could not hinder his agility of 16. With just one leap, he reached the opponent, not even using his short knife, but instead delivered a direct punch to the opponent's submandibular triangle.

"Smack!"

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of the punch and the sound of the jawbone breaking rang out simultaneously. The former Apostle, hit, fell off the arena, unconscious, his feet off the ground, his body leaning backward.

"Burning Hand!"

The Demon Hunter, who had successfully landed his first hit, launched another attack. The conical flames on the arena were scorching, almost without any blind spots, covering most of the arena. Faced with the threat of the flames, two of the former Apostles wisely jumped off the arena—no one could calmly face the burning flames.

Moreover, the two had completed their task—a pale blue light shield suddenly appeared, enveloping the entire arena. The faint cold air dispelled the previous heat. The Demon Hunter's magic short knife, which had somehow become rusted, looked as if it had been tortured for a thousand years, about to decay and die.

"I admit you are skilled!" Jargos, standing across the arena from Ye Qi, looked at him with a proud gaze: "But a rookie is still a rookie! Without systematic training, how can you understand the power of complementary and coordinated abilities? This is a cold barrier. How much can your flame control work here? With your weapon rusted, how much can your melee ability function? And how many of my strikes can you withstand now that you are paralyzed? Hahaha..."

As Jargos laughed, the people in the arena noticed that the remaining former Apostle was emitting a strange purple light toward Ye Qi.

"Despicable!" The big guy standing below the arena roared and wanted to rush up, but was held back by the small guy beside him: "Calm down! Don't be impulsive! Ye still has a chance!"

Although the small guy spoke with great certainty, in his heart, he did not believe that Ye Qi, whose abilities were countered, weapon rusted, and body paralyzed, could still win...

All the new Apostles around them had darkened eyes, clearly understanding how disadvantageous the situation was for Ye Qi...

The giant had already begun to prepare to end this "unfair" competition before Ye Qi suffered real harm...

Jargos, enjoying the certainty of his victory, slowly approached Ye Qi, a victorious smile on his face.

"Do you know what this knife means to me?"

Suddenly paralyzed, Ye Qi asked; although his voice was broken and unclear due to the paralysis, the people in the arena, holding their breath, heard it clearly.

"What does it matter?" Jargos, looking at the opponent he was about to crush, said disdainfully: "I am the victor!"

Anger, unprecedented anger, filled Ye Qi as he looked at the rusted short knife in his hand. His eyes turned blood red, and his anger mixed with the desire to kill continued to build up!

"Rage!"

The power of the spell ignited the long-brewed anger and desire to kill, transforming it into the deepest bloodlust in his heart! The spell enhanced his resistance, and the willpower of the Rage spell advanced him. The enraged Ye Qi instantly broke free from the paralysis!

"Shitty victor!"

Ye Qi, who had been speaking in broken sentences, roared in anger, reached out with both hands, and grabbed the unprepared Jargos, who was right in front of him, and threw him over his shoulder, slamming him hard onto the arena!

"That was a memento from John! You go to hell!"

Ye Qi tightly grabbed Jargos's arm, twisted his body, and threw him over his shoulder again, repeatedly slamming him like a rag doll.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

"Crack! Crack!"

The dull sound of heavy objects hitting the ground and the crisp sound of bones breaking echoed throughout the arena.

The people below the arena clearly did not understand what had happened. By the time the giant reacted and called a stop, Jargos, who was in Ye Qi's hands, had already broken most of his bones. Even after hearing the giant's call, Ye Qi had no intention of stopping—what arena, what rules, to hell with them all!

Picking up Jargos, who was lying on the ground, Ye Qi used one hand to throw him high into the air.

"Fireball!"

The fireball, filled with explosive energy, turned into a red meteor and crashed into Jargos in mid-air. The giant, who had intended to intercept Ye Qi's flames again, immediately pulled back his hand when he saw it was not a flame but a fireball. The scene of the fireball's power, comparable to a Moonlight-level Apostle's flame control, was still fresh in the giant's mind. Although the giant was confident in his physical toughness, he did not dare to intercept the fireball with his bare hands.

"Boom!"

With no obstruction, the fireball hit Jargos in mid-air. The loud explosion, accompanied by countless flames, shattered Jargos into pieces.

"C+ level mission: Defeat the challenge from the previous Apostles; gained 5,000 experience..."

After the explosion, the arena fell silent, a deathly silence. After a few minutes, the new Apostles erupted into thunderous cheers.

"Victory!"

"Hurrah!"

"Good job, Ye!"

...

The new Apostles rushed onto the arena, lifting the Demon Hunter high into the air, each time accompanied by a cheer. The giant, standing to the side, scratched his head in distress: "Finished! Finished! What should I do? How did Ye cause trouble again!"

Although not good at handling such matters, the giant quickly thought of a solution—notify Nova and let him handle it!

...

When the cold-faced man arrived at the arena, the injured had already been carried away, and the dead, though only half a charred body, had also been removed.

"Leave it to me!" The cold-faced man comforted his friend, who was sweating profusely with worry, then turned to look at the Demon Hunter standing with a group of new Apostles and asked coldly: "Do you miss the Thorn Tower?"

"Teacher, this has nothing to do with Ye!" Ava, the new Apostle who had fallen on the arena, had already regained consciousness, though still covered in injuries, but still got up and rushed to the cold-faced man, loudly defending: "It was Jargos who went too far, which led to Ye's actions, and I was the cause of the incident! If anyone should go to the Thorn Tower, it should be me..."

"I will report the incident truthfully, and you all will wait for the news here!" The cold-faced man interrupted Ava and reiterated: "The decision can only be made by the higher-ups!"