BXBX NOVEL Chapter 1100: Killing is About to Begin
Chapter 1100: Killing is About to Begin
On the 11th arena.
The youth group’s ten arenas were numbered from 11 to 20.
“I’m going to fight ten matches today!” The little fool stood on 11th arena with his hands on his hips and shouted.
The rules of the Global Martial Artist Summit were that each participant could only enter the arena once. There was no limit to the number of matches.
As long as you were strong enough and could not be defeated in the arena, you could continue fighting without limit and earn as many points as you wanted.
Soon, someone stepped onto the 11th arena.
A western martial artist with blonde hair and blue eyes held a thick and heavy sword that weighed more than a hundred pounds. His brows were filled with arrogance as he spoke in the Alpha Empire language. “Alpha Empire, Harold Corey.”
“What?”
The little fool was dumbfounded. He had never liked to go to school since he was young.
At this moment, he was at a loss. He did not understand at all.
But that didn’t stop the little fool from saying seriously, “What do you want?”
Harold: “???”
“Eat poop!”
The little fool added.
Harold was looking at Luke like he was looking at an idiot.
Judge No. 11 had a dignified look on his face. He spoke in English, “Contestant from Hansworth, please tell your opponent your name. This is martial arts etiquette.”
“Oh, I’m Luke Yates. I’m here to kill you!”
The little fool told his opponent in all seriousness that he was here to kill him.
Harold seemed to understand. He spat out two words in broken English. “Idiot dog!”
“Stinking foreigner, are you scolding me?”
Luke Yates instantly exploded.
Usually, even his brothers couldn’t bear to scold him.
This damn foreigner actually dared to scold him!
The little fool took a step forward. He was cunning, so he didn’t use all his strength.
His speed increased sharply, surpassing 100 meters per second.
Luke was definitely suppressing his strength.
He threw a punch at Harold’s chest.
Harold’s face was slightly pale. He did not expect his opponent to be so powerful.
He was only king level!
In any previous Global Martial Artist Summit, the king level martial artists in the youth group were all seed level geniuses. They were all qualified to compete for a spot to go to the South Pole.
But that was in the past, not this year.
Times had changed!
How terrifying was Luke’s strength?
Khalil Zorn helped Luke open his spiritual aperture. Luke was an existence that had opened his spiritual aperture.
He could even control the three emperor seeds in his body.
Even if the little fool did not do anything, he could squeeze out a lot of power from the three emperor seeds every day and integrate it into his body, turning it into his own vitality.
His vitality increased by 2,000 Na every day!
Every day, the little fool would eat, sleep, and eat, yet his strength would increase rapidly.
His power was inherited.
Outsiders couldn’t be envious of him!
Luke had the protection of three emperors’ wills.
Braydon Neal was absolutely not lying when he said that Luke was born rich.
Luke’s own vitality had already exceeded 60,000 Na.
His strength had already reached the chaos pinnacle realm.
Most importantly, he had opened his spiritual aperture.
A chaos pinnacle versus a king.
It was truly like killing a dog.
The little fool threw a punch, but Harold actually threw a punch to meet it, releasing his force, wanting to take it head-on.
The strength of the two was not on the same level at all.
Boom!
After Luke punched, a terrifying power enveloped Harold’s body.
He was killed on the spot, and his body was blasted into a bloody mist.
Not even a corpse was left.
His iron-blooded methods intimidated many competitors.
“You’re so weak,” said the little fool innocently. “If I had known earlier, I would have used 10% of my strength instead of 30%.”
In the spectator seats, Lester Crawford was speechless.
The bald little monk Lester felt that what Luke said sounded like his catchphrase.
Lester, who only used 30% of his strength, realized that the little fool was getting worse and worse.
Judge No. 11 was a western martial artist. His pupils constricted as he said in fear, “A pinnacle?”
“I won! I still want to fight!”
The little fool looked at Judge No. 11 and directly said that he still wanted to continue playing.
Judge No. 11 turned around and shouted, “Luke Yates, a pinnacle of Hansworth, wins!”
His voice echoed throughout half the venue.
This was a warning.
The judge was obviously up to no good. He reminded the western martial artists below that if they wanted to challenge Luke, they had to be at the pinnacle realm.
Any martial artist below the pinnace realm would die.
As expected.
Under the reminder of Judge No. 11, many people who wanted to challenge the little fool stopped in their tracks, their eyes filled with reverence.
Who would have thought that the Hansworth martial artist delegation would send out a pinnacle contestant on the first day?
This was against the rules!
According to the rules of the past competitions, kings were usually top geniuses, and ninth-level kings normally appeared in the finale.
But now, Hansworth’s Northern Army had actually sent out a pinnacle martial artist on the first day.
Even though every country had a young genius at the pinnacle realm, the Northern Army’s actions would cause the first day of the Global Martial Artist Summit to enter a state of intense competition.
At the same time, there were a total of 30 arenas.
For a moment, the smell of blood filled the air in the middle-aged, youth and junior youth competition zones.
In the 30 arenas, the people standing were all Hansworth martial artists.
Each of them was a man of iron and blood. They did not hesitate to kill their opponents who had stepped onto the stage.
There were dozens of corpses in the three competition zones.
With that, everyone fell into a dead silence.
Almost everyone felt that the atmosphere was a little different.
What was the Hansworth martial artist delegation doing?
The contestants from the hundred countries around the world, regardless of which country they belonged to, all those who went on stage were killed on the stage.
Did the Hansworth Northern Army want to make enemies with the contestants from the hundred countries around the world?
“Bastards!”
In the spectator seats, there were people from other empires who clenched their fists in anger.
But to Cole Colbie and the others on the stage, it did not affect them at all.
Braydon sat quietly in the spectator seats.
Because before the start of the Global Martial Artist Summit, everything that needed to be said had already been said.
Braydon had already given the order to kill.
The contestants from the hundred countries around the world were all killed in the arena.
At the same time, on the first day of the summit, the Hansworth martial artist representative team had yet to show up!
The ten lieutenant commanders of the Northern Army were all pinnacles.
However, behind Braydon, there were more than 80 supreme pinnacles, and there was quite a number of sovereign pinnacles, inimitable pinnacles and ascendant pinnacles.
This time, there were a thousand participants in the Hansworth martial artist delegation.
No one was weaker than the pinnacle realm!
Even among the participants in the junior youth group, other than Colton Jansky, there were three other low-level pinnacles.
They had reached the pinnacle realm at a young age and had shown their talents at the Hansworth Martial Artist Summit.
At this moment, in the competition area of the youth group, three pinnacle youths among them were carrying out Braydon’s order to kill all the geniuses of the other countries who stepped onto the stage.