Chapter 10 – Reborn
"So this is a Sword Art?"
Dante Voss watched as a single move wiped out more than a hundred men, and smiled.
After maxing [Swordsmanship], he had not only unlocked [Blood Slaughter Hell] but also grasped several other techniques.
That was the power of a Advanced Swordsman—already at the peak of ordinary swordsmen.
Seeing the Slaves lose all will to fight and scatter in flight, Dante Voss curled his lips and charged after them.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
With no one left to resist, Dante Voss killed even faster; in the blink of an eye another few hundred were dead.
Only three hundred Slaves remained on the field; watching Dante Voss slaughter on every side, their legs went weak and they could not muster a shred of strength.
After another stretch of time the arena finally fell utterly silent—only one person still stood in the square.
Vic, watching from the side, trembled all over as he stared at the lone Dante Voss.
He was terrified. Dante Voss was too savage—and these past few days he had deliberately made things difficult for him. If the man chose to retaliate…
Vic dared not think further. All he wanted now was for the Celestial Dragons' Slaves to finish Dante Voss off, for him to die right here.
Otherwise he would never feel at ease.
Up above, the Celestial Dragons stared in shock at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in the colosseum.
None of them had ever seen one man butcher over a thousand; the one-sided massacre chilled even their hearts.
Saint Mike clenched his fists, uncertainty flashing in his eyes as he turned to Number 9.
"Are you really confident you can beat that Slave down there?"
Number 9 looked at Dante Voss, who had just killed a thousand men, and was shaken by the man's butchery.
This Slave was a powerful swordsman.
Yet his sword style was different—his blade existed purely for slaughter.
After a brief silence, Number 9 still nodded.
"Lord Saint Mike, I can do it!"
Though the slaughter shocked him, the Slave's Physique was far inferior to that of a pirate worth over a hundred million.
"Good!"
Saint Mike's smile returned.
A moment ago he had actually been intimidated by a Slave—utter disgrace.
The other Celestial Dragons came back to their senses, glaring at Dante Voss below in rage and humiliation.
Who were they? Rulers of the world, descendants of the gods who created everything.
And today they had been cowed by a lowly Slave—intolerable.
"Go—kill him!"
You go kill him too!"
"Number 52, time for you to shine."
At the Celestial Dragons' command, hordes of their personal Slaves charged into the arena below. After slaughtering nearly a thousand, Dante Voss caught his breath and opened the system panel.
[Physique: 341]
[Strength: 357]
[Speed: 362]
[Spirit: 344]
[slaughter points: 9,490]
Seeing the astronomical figure, Dante Voss smiled.
This time he had gained nearly ten thousand slaughter points; after spending five hundred to max [Swordsmanship], nine thousand five hundred remained.
That was more than enough to push his strength to a whole new tier.
Without hesitation he poured the points into his Four Attributes.
The Celestial Dragons' prized Slaves were coming; holding back now would be suicidal.
With frantic taps, the ten thousand points flooded into the four stats.
The moment allocation finished, overwhelming power surged through him; body and Spirit began a violent transformation.
Every cell in his body cheered.
His frame bulked up at a Speed visible to the naked eye, muscles bulging high.
A tingle spread through his bones, making them tougher than ever.
Blood roared, delivering mighty support to every inch of him.
His skin rippled slightly, greatly boosting his defenses.
Dante Voss's eyes snapped open.
A faint pressure of the strong emanated, letting all sense his extraordinariness.
[Physique: 2,341]
[Strength: 3,057]
[Speed: 3,152]
[Spirit: 2,344]
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
More than a dozen figures leapt down, every one glaring at Dante Voss with hostility.
Though they were pirates worth tens of millions on the open sea, they were not at their peak now.
Still, they were confident they could handle this Slave.
They had watched the past few days' matches from above—Dante Voss had indeed massacred countless foes and looked formidable.
But at their level, it was nothing special.
Killing civilians was child's play; they could do it even better.
Yet now they hesitated.
The Slave seemed different—an intangible pressure radiated from Dante Voss, puzzling them and keeping them from advancing.
Number 9 above also noticed the change; seeing Dante Voss now, he turned serious.
What was going on with this guy?
His strength seemed to have skyrocketed.
A moment ago Number 9 could have ended him in one move, yet now he felt the Slave could actually fight him.
The Celestial Dragons above had wanted their Slaves to kill Dante Voss, but seeing them freeze after landing, they grew furious.
"Scum, what are you waiting for? Kill him!"
"Move, damn trash!"
"Bang-bang-bang!"
Unable to hold back, some Celestial Dragons fired at the dozen Slaves.
Hearing the shots and seeing a few comrades take bullets, the Slaves dared not linger; they clenched their teeth and charged Dante Voss.
"So these are the Celestial Dragons' prized Slaves—feels pretty weak!"
Dante Voss watched them rush, perfectly calm; he simply picked up another sword from the ground.
"Die!"
The foremost Slave swung a fist bigger than Dante Voss's head straight at him.
He already pictured the blow turning Dante Voss into pulp.
If he killed Dante Voss, perhaps his master would reward him with an extra meal.
But meeting Dante Voss's calm eyes, his heart lurched—danger screamed in his mind.
"Whoosh!"
A flash of light, and his neck went cold.
The Slave's eyes bulged; strength drained away and his body turned ice-cold.
"Thud!"
He collapsed, eyes still wide with unwillingness, leaving the world.
[Killed a pirate: slaughter points +200]
White light glimmered, condensing into an orb of energy that Dante Voss absorbed.
[Acquired White-grade item: Carton of Cigarettes]
Though only a white reward, it strengthened Dante Voss's guess.
He had suspected that stronger foes meant better drop rates, and now it seemed he was right.
But more testing was needed.
Dante Voss's gaze swept the remaining Slaves, making them tense.
The earlier Slave hadn't been the strongest among them, yet Dante Voss had ended him in one slash—something none of them could match.
"All together!"
One Slave gritted his teeth and shouted, charging Dante Voss.
The rest followed without hesitation.