The nine seasoned veterans before him appeared extremely calm, not engaging him head-on at all. They simply countered his moves, clearly intending to exhaust him to death.
After all, the Soul Power cultivation of the nine was higher than A'Dai's. Rather than giving A'Dai an opportunity, it was better to steadily deplete A'Dai's Soul Power. It had to be said that it was rare for these nine to cooperate so well in a place like Slaughter City.
Facing the God of Death with ninety-nine victories, even though their cultivation levels were stronger than A'Dai's, they did not dare to be careless in the slightest, because those who had underestimated A'Dai before had all become nourishment for the Hell Slaughter Arena.
"Boy, you can be proud of yourself for holding on to this point. Become my stepping stone, hahaha."
The speaker was the bald Soul Douluo leading the nine. He had achieved a 25-match winning streak in the Hell Slaughter Arena and had also observed A'Dai's battles. Therefore, even someone as strong as him chose to deal with A'Dai together with the other participants.
"Who will win is still unknown. Isn't it a bit too confident to celebrate victory so early?"
"Hmph, I have observed every one of your battles. You have a total of five powerful Self-Created Spirit Abilities, right? I have found ways to deal with each one. In other words, as long as we don't give you a chance, your Self-Created Spirit Abilities won't be able to do anything to us. In the end, you will only exhaust your Soul Power and be at our mercy."
The bald Soul Douluo's face was full of confidence, and his words were full of the kind of mockery that victors have for losers, which made A'Dai even more determined in his heart.
"Then let's see if you can really take my Self-Created Spirit Ability."
"Nether Word Art!"
As the words fell, to the surprise of the nine in the Arena, the giant scythe in A'Dai's hand danced like a fan, so fast that they couldn't even see the afterimages.
Although the bald Soul Douluo didn't know the power of this move, he didn't dare to underestimate it at all, thinking that it was the desperate blow of the Nether King with 99 consecutive victories. He quickly turned his head and shouted to the others beside him:
"Be careful, it's a move we haven't seen before. No matter how powerful it is, be prepared to defend first."
The other eight all nodded in agreement, their faces extremely solemn. Before the start of this Arena match, they had heard the bald Soul Douluo point out the mysteries of A'Dai's Self-Created Spirit Abilities, and the previous battles had also confirmed the correctness of the other party's judgment, allowing them to avoid A'Dai's fatal attacks countless times.
Now that the other party was so cautious, they couldn't help but become nervous and raised their weapons to block in front of them. If anything went wrong, they would retreat immediately.
But A'Dai's sixth Self-Created Spirit Ability was obviously not as simple as they imagined. In the bald Soul Douluo's horrified gaze, a small wound suddenly appeared on his cheek, and blood slowly seeped out.
"Wh-when?"
In the few seconds he was stunned and thinking, the blade energy swung by A'Dai's giant scythe fell on the nine in the Arena like a storm. Like the former, none of them discovered where the attack came from.
Panic rarely appeared in the bald Soul Douluo's eyes. In just a few dozen seconds, he had been stunned in place like a bloody man, his body covered with small wounds. What made him even more terrified was that the size of the wounds was gradually expanding, which meant that the blade energy swung by the other party was gradually becoming stronger.
"No, if this goes on..."
"Attack directly, we must interrupt his move, otherwise we will all die."
Those who can stand on this Arena to face A'Dai are basically not fools. Hearing the bald Soul Douluo's reminder, they all understood the danger of this move and could only forcibly muster their courage and rush towards A'Dai, who was still waving his scythe.
"Boy, don't think you can take us down with a Self-Created Spirit Ability. Die for me."
The nine all raised their weapons and used all their strength to smash towards A'Dai, obviously giving up their previous tactics and planning to fight desperately.
Hu Liena's pretty face on the stand looked very nervous, her fists clenched and trembling constantly. She understood that success or failure depended on this move.
Seeing the nine rushing towards him, A'Dai was not surprised at all, but instead showed a strange smile.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Nether Word Art - Nether King Absolute Kill Myriad Scythe Slash."
As everyone entered the range within ten meters of his body, the speed of the giant scythe in A'Dai's hand instantly increased a bit, and the strength became even more violent.
Looking at the smile on the corner of A'Dai's mouth, the bald Soul Douluo felt a bad premonition in his heart, but the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. He had no way back. The giant hammer he held tightly in his hand couldn't help but increase his strength a bit, and he slammed it hard towards A'Dai.
But the next second, he suddenly felt that he couldn't control his hands. He looked down and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes.
"Strange, why is this happening? Clearly..."
In his thoughts, a thin red line suddenly appeared on his arms. The next moment, both hands cleanly detached from his arms, falling to the ground along with the tightly gripped giant hammer.
The bald Soul Douluo subconsciously wanted to scream, but he discovered in horror that he couldn't even make a sound. Slowly, he saw a familiar body, but he couldn't quite remember where he had seen it before. It was just that this body was very strange, actually lacking a head.
"Thud."
As the sound of an object landing echoed, the bald strongman's perspective switched from looking down to looking up. His eyes suddenly widened, as if he had finally figured out where he had seen this body before.
"So... it's my own body?"
As the bald Soul Douluo understood what had happened, he slowly closed his eyes, drawing the curtain on his life.
The same scene was happening in every corner of the Arena. The remaining eight people experienced the same fate as the bald Soul Douluo.
It all happened in a flash. The audience in the stands only felt tens of thousands of black-gold rays of light suddenly flashing on the Arena. Then, three Soul Douluos and six Soul Sages were all stunned in place. After a few seconds, not a single one could guarantee the integrity of their body, and they disintegrated into pieces in full view of the public.
A spectator in the front row looked at the knife marks that had appeared on the wall in front of him at some point with terrified eyes, his whole body trembling. He seemed to see himself almost following in the footsteps of those guys in the Arena.
The entire venue was silent, only Hu Liena waved her fist excitedly.
"Yay, done."
After an unknown amount of time, the stands suddenly erupted, and neat cheers resounded throughout the Hell Slaughter Arena.
"Nether King!"
"Nether King!"
"Nether King!"
As the battle came to an end, dense blood-red bats reappeared above the Arena. The audience had developed some immunity. The Plague Poison King and the Hell Messenger had both seen this scene after their hundredth victories, but the Plague Poison King chose to directly charge into Hell Road, while the Hell Messenger chose to wait for the time being.
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