I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

But instead of spraying everywhere, the blood slowly streamed into the air, gathering into a sphere.

Her complexion grew increasingly pale as all the blood was drawn from her body.

The bodyguards standing nearby made no move to intervene; instead, they expertly dragged the fresh corpse aside and tossed it away.

A thick scent of blood pervaded the air, and everyone could see the floating sphere of blood.

The middle-aged man looked at the blood sphere with great satisfaction, then took a deep breath, savoring the faint scent of blood in the air, his expression growing even more radiant.

"This scent is much better, I must say. I was born with a liking for such things; perhaps that's what others would call a perversion."

The portly man next to him couldn't help but laugh heartily, his hands roaming over the two beautiful young women in his embrace.

Though the girls were somewhat frightened, they dared not show any displeasure, instead curling up coyly and smiling seductively as they snuggled into the man's embrace.

They knew better than anyone that the reason they were brought to this place was simply because they were considered attractive enough to catch the eye of this powerful man.

Otherwise...

Death was the only other certainty waiting for them.

Deep down, they were acutely aware that in the eyes of these men, they were merely playthings.

Being more beautiful, having a better figure might offer them a chance at survival, but ignorance could be as good as a death sentence.

"If you like, you can have these two as well," the portly man said with a smile.

The two young women in his embrace visibly shuddered but soon nestled even closer to him, more docile than before.

They were terrified, but what could they do?

They were nothing more than objects to be summoned or dismissed at will.

Even if they were to die here today, there would be no one to speak for them.

The middle-aged man laughed heartily, watching the sphere of blood floating in the air, occasionally shedding a droplet.

"Why scare the poor girls like that? Look how you've wilted these two flowers," he chided jokingly.

The portly man looked down at the two young women smiling gently.

"Are you two afraid of me?"

Their faces quickly shifted to a coy expression, gently snuggling into the man's embrace.

"How could we ever find you frightening? You are our god; being here today is already an honor for us."

"Yes, serving you is our privilege," they added.

Although terrified, the young women tried their best to remain calm; showing even a hint of fear could make them the next victims.

The portly man was clearly very pleased with the young women's responses, and he couldn't help but laugh heartily, gently patting their faces.

Although the gesture was soft, it still left red marks on the cheeks of the young women.

"I like obedient girls like you. Rest assured, as long as I'm not bored of you, I won't throw you away."

The young women breathed a sigh of relief internally but continued to smile gently as they delicately peeled grapes from a nearby bowl, deliberately avoiding the plate of already sliced melon.

After all, the middle-aged man had already mentioned that the melon wasn't sweet, and provoking him again could mean a certain death.

"Why do you seem interested in this man?" the portly man casually remarked, watching as the middle-aged man manipulated the MP, and the sphere of blood in the air gradually evaporated.

It was hard to imagine that what was once a living person had now become such a small sphere and then evaporated.

But in this place, the death of a person was as insignificant as that of an ant, and everyone treated it as commonplace.

"I am somewhat interested, particularly in the knife he holds," the middle-aged man stated plainly, without any pretense, since the knife indeed appeared to be a divine artifact.

For them, anything that could enhance their power was most welcome.

"Interesting," the portly man murmured, smiling faintly as he tightened his embrace around the two beauties in his arms.

The young women smiled back, trying their best to win his favor.

"We can see the value in that knife, and likely so can others. If the Rose Hotel doesn't let go, we can't get our hands on it."

Although they wielded some influence in the Chaos Star region, everyone knew that the Rose Hotel always maintained a stance of neutrality.

Moreover, anyone who tried to cause trouble at the Rose Hotel ended up as fertilizer.

The power behind the scenes was formidable, certainly not something they could contend with.

They wouldn't be foolish enough to oppose such a force.

"Don't worry, if it's just these trivial matters, the owner of the Rose Hotel will surely grant us this favor."

Their influence was not insignificant; even the Rose Hotel would give them some respect.

Meanwhile, John was unaware that some were already scheming against him.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

After all...

In this world, there were too many who harbored designs against him; if he took each one to heart, he would be exhausted to death!

His entire focus was now on Victor across from him.

Victor had completely lost his senses, showing no mercy whatsoever in his attacks.

In Victor's eyes, John was merely prey! The only thing on his mind now was to eliminate John.

He had become a killing machine—a machine devoid of emotion.

John barely had time to catch his breath before he saw Victor charging at him again!

Victor's speed was so fast it was like a blur, making it impossible to clearly see his movements.

John quickly dodged to the side, but the next second, a large crater suddenly appeared where he had just been standing.

There was no warning, no sound of attack, not even a ripple of MP—a crater that just appeared out of nowhere!

In the box, Silver Tear and Dark Fox's pupils dilated in shock.

"It's the captain's Spatial Collapse!"

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Meanwhile, the announcer started excitedly introducing the scene.

"My goodness, it seems our challenger is indeed very capable, managing to make the Immortal Messenger use his Spatial Collapse move! Remember, the previous supreme-tier challenger was defeated by this very move! Spatial Collapse crushed the challenger's limbs, rendering him disabled for life!"

"To think that this challenger has prompted the Immortal Messenger to use this move so early in the match, it's clear that he is not to be underestimated."

As the announcer continued, excitement surged among the crowd, and some were left in disbelief.

How could it be?

This person is just a gold-tier contestant; how could he possibly force the Immortal Messenger to use Spatial Collapse?

Could this man be hiding his true strength?

What is his real tier?

Can challengers now conceal their actual power?

Everyone was filled with questions, but at the same time, their gaze towards John started to change.

If this challenger could truly defeat the Immortal Messenger, then the legends of the underground city would be rewritten!