Chapter 177
A Great King
"This is the plan, everyone.
You only have a single match before the Luo Clan now. If I lose, I will politely withdraw along with the Luo Clan. If I win, everyone else withdraws, and this farce comes to an end. What do you think?"
Arthur spoke calmly, but royal arrogance was clearly written across his face, as though the entire arena were nothing more than a small stage beneath his feet.
Everyone's blood boiled.
In their eyes, Arthur was nothing more than a handsome face with a mysterious strength they had yet to evaluate. No one knew his name, and no one recognized him... until this moment.
"Brother Arthur, you're here!"
The voice rang out from outside the arena.
A gentle, calm voice carrying a strange warmth.
Arthur suddenly turned toward its source, his expression freezing. At first, he could not recognize it.
A stunningly beautiful young woman stood there, dressed in elegant red robes, a delicate ornament resting upon her forehead. Her beautiful black hair flowed behind her, and her very presence was impossible to ignore.
"Little Moon... is that really you?"
The words nearly caught in Arthur's throat.
He could hardly believe that this wonderful young woman before him was the same little Moon, his dear younger sister whose memories had never left him.
Moon Fu smiled lightly upon hearing the nickname, while Long Kui stepped forward from behind her, having arrived together.
Soft whispers spread through the crowd, and all eyes were drawn to Moon Fu's breathtaking beauty.
"You've truly grown up, little sister."
Arthur said with a warm smile that bore no resemblance to the terrifying image people associated with him.
"And you've become stronger too, Brother Arthur."
The moment she spoke his name once again—
"Arthur?" "Wait... are you saying that's Arthur?" "Arthur who brutally killed the Seventh Elder and all of his disciples?" "The same person who killed the Second Prince of the Imperial Gate?!" "It's... the Demonic King of Hell!"
In a single instant, his identity was exposed.
Terror swept through the crowd.
A cold shiver ran through everyone's body as they stared at the devil standing before them.
But what truly caused panic...
was that this devil, about whom countless horrific stories had been told, was currently smiling with a small, gentle smile while looking at his sister.
Was this really the Demonic King of Hell?
Was this truly the man who had tortured the Seventh Elder into madness?
Was this really the killer of the Second Prince?
No one could believe it.
Even standing directly before them, it all felt unreal.
Arthur calmly waved a hand toward Moon Fu.
"I'll be there in a few minutes."
Little Moon smiled and waved back before heading off to greet Zhuo Fan as well.
At that exact moment—
The smile vanished completely from Arthur's face.
He slowly turned around, and his presence transformed into something suffocating.
"Alright, everyone. You have exactly one minute.
I'll finish all of you quickly because I want to leave soon. My sister is waiting for me, and I swear I'll destroy your ancestors if you're late coming forward."
Suddenly, a thunderous laugh echoed from the elevated chamber where the First Prince sat.
"Granted.
Whoever brings me Arthur's head will be declared the winner and advance to the finals.
And if Arthur wins, he will advance instead.
What do you all think of that?"
With the First Prince's words, greed ignited in everyone's eyes.
Avarice overwhelmed fear.
Arthur sighed quietly and first looked at the First Prince, then toward the seats of the Imperial Gate.
His gaze paused on the Prince's father and the Gate Leader.
'Strong... but not as strong as his son, as I expected.
And that man... he's the strategist Zhuo told me about.'
A cold smile appeared on Arthur's face.
"People really do die for opportunities."
Then he spoke in a voice that pierced straight into people's hearts, repeating the words Zhuo Fan had told him to say in order to begin the plan.
"I'm telling you now.
I will kill anyone who stands in my way.
And not only that...
I will kill their family, their relatives, and everyone they know.
Whoever steps forward will receive a fate worse than hell itself.
The choice is yours."
His words were met with mocking smiles.
And in the next moment—
Everyone charged at him.
Dozens leaped forward at once, surrounding Arthur from every direction until his body disappeared from sight entirely.
Then—
The air shook violently.
A dark crimson-blue beam erupted forth and tore through the arena with a single strike.
A deadly silence fell.
No one spoke.
Arthur emerged, walking calmly through the arena, stepping over the scattered corpses lying motionless at his feet.
"Drain."
A twisted crimson aura moved around his hand.
The remaining bodies began trembling violently.
Within a few seconds, the corpses disappeared completely, as though they had never existed.
Only Arthur remained.
Standing there...
with absolute dominance, an existence that could not be touched.
"What a waste of time."
He sighed while looking around with overwhelming boredom.
Then he shouted loudly:
"Bang Tong!
Bring me a list of every family connected to those who died here.
I'm planning a family visit for all of them."
"We don't need your pathetic sympathy, Arthur!" "No one will ever forget your brutality, you bastard!"
Arthur looked at them calmly.
"Sympathy? Brutality?
What in the Creator's name are you talking about?
I warned you.
I said I'd kill everyone if you listened to that annoying bastard.
And in the end... everyone listened to him."
Anger began rising within his heart, directed toward the First Prince and the Imperial Gate.
"And now... I'll do it."
"Bang Tong, bring me the list now!"
Bang Tong hurried over, carrying a detailed list: names, locations, everything without a single mistake.
Arthur calmly flipped through the pages, genuinely intending to carry out Zhuo Fan's plan.
He simply did not care about these people.
They were not innocent.
So killing them truly meant nothing to him.
Arthur slowly raised his head, intending to say something else.
But before he could even speak—
A young woman dressed in red stepped forward.
She gently took hold of his hand.
"Brother... why are you doing this?"
Arthur looked at her.
"Don't do it... please."
Moon Fu's eyes were slightly moist, filled with sincere pleading.
Arthur let out a deep sigh.
As he looked toward Zhuo Fan,
the latter returned a calm glance, as though saying:
Do whatever you think is right. The desired result has already been achieved.
A faint smile appeared on Arthur's face.
Then a calm flame ignited in his hand, burning every page into ashes.
"As you wish."
Moon Fu smiled and gently embraced him, like a spoiled little sister hugging her older brother after he had granted her wish.
Meanwhile, the Demonic King of Hell...
stood there in silence.
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