One person: I was already fighting the Heavenly Master, but the system just came

They looked at the bloody battlefield with surprise in their hearts.

Chu Tingting slowly put down her hands.

This might be the right thing to do...
"rest in peace……"

The afterglow of the setting sun casts a blood-red veil over the ancient Colosseum.
The surrounding audience stands were in deathly silence, and everyone stared at the center of the field with their eyes wide open.

Chu Tingting stood there, her fragrant beads of sweat dripping onto the dusty ground.

Even standing in front of the corpse, seeing the other's blood dripping down at the feet, soaking the ground red.

Chu Tingting still looks the same as before, still like a goddess high above everyone else.

On the other hand, Qin Jiaojiao lying on the ground was already dead, with her limbs lying on the ground in a twisted posture. Blood was constantly oozing out from the wounds of varying sizes on her body, staining her clothes red and gathering around her into a glaring pool of blood.

It was not until everyone saw Chu Tingting sigh helplessly and walk towards the audience stands that they realized that the battle was over.

At this time, there was finally a cry of surprise from the crowd. Some people covered their eyes in fear and dared not look anymore.

Some people were whispering to each other, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

An old man stood up, leaning on his cane, shaking his head, and muttering to himself: "How is this possible... How could this happen..."

No one knew what the old man with the cane was sighing about.

Everyone had different thoughts, but the only certainty was that the entire Colosseum was now shrouded in a heavy and depressing atmosphere, as if even the air had solidified.

No one has yet recovered from the brutal and bloody ending of this duel.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the ancient Colosseum, and the bloody smell lingers in the air.

In a corner of the VIP seats, Master Zhao Feihong, Principal Zhang Zhen, and the young man who arrived late next to Zhang Zhen, who no one noticed, were quietly staring at Chu Tingting in the center of the field.

There was an elusive look in their eyes, and a faint smile hung on the corners of their mouths.

Zhao Feihong was dressed in a gorgeous robe. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. His fingers gently stroked his chin, and there was a playful smile on his face, as if he was appreciating this performance that he had carefully planned.

Zhang Zhen crossed his arms over his chest, leaned back slightly, and leaned back in his seat, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes, as if he had anticipated everything that happened before him.

The usually amiable principal now treats human life lightly and doesn't even blink an eye at the passing of life.

There was a hint of mystery in the young man's deep eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the curve at the corner of his mouth seemed more like a mockery of this farce.

After a brief silence, Zhao Feihong stood up, his movements graceful and calm, and slowly walked towards the drawing table.

His fingers stirred the sticks in the stick tube at random, and each stick seemed to carry the fate of life and death.

As he moved, the audience held their breath and the tense atmosphere spread again.

As Zhao Feihong read out the names one by one, the people who were called walked into the Colosseum one after another with trepidation and fear.

The roars of wild beasts and the screams of people came one after another. Every attack... every dodge...

Time and time again, it touches the hearts of the audience.

Blood continued to flow on the ground of the Colosseum, one life after another disappeared under the claws of wild beasts, and the air was filled with a strong smell of death.

Some of the audience covered their eyes in fear, while others shouted excitedly.

Zhao Feihong and others still smiled and watched it all indifferently, as if the life-and-death battle before them was just an insignificant game.

But people like Zhao Feihong can be found everywhere among those present.

In this ancient Colosseum soaked in blood and fear, every inch of the air is filled with tension and solemnity.

As brutal battles came to an end, the lots of destiny in the lot box became increasingly scarce.

Finally, it was the turn of the second to last sign, and as expected, the last person to appear was Chu Hao.

As soon as Zhao Feihong read out his name, the whole audience fell silent for a moment, and then a buzz of discussion broke out.

Chu Hao, this name is not unfamiliar to the crowd.

He did not have the confidence or panic of the students who had performed before him.

All the students present knew that he was the target of Zhao Kai, the young master of the Zhao family, but now his steps and eyes revealed an innate calmness and indifference.

This is totally unlike the calmness that a teenage high school student who is bullied should have.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have guessed that he would be deliberately targeted by the Zhao family. Moreover, this is a competition related to life and is not a joke.

However, at this moment, Chu Hao walked up to the drawing table slowly and steadily, and every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart.

He slowly reached his hand into the lottery tube, and his slender fingers twirled around in it, as if he was playing a silent game with fate.

Logically, the lots in the lot box should all represent ferocious beasts, but the moment he drew out the lot and unfolded it, a hint of barely perceptible surprise flashed across his face.

Then, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an interested smile.

"Xiangxi Elegy", when these four words appeared on the drawing table, everyone's surprise suddenly exploded and the atmosphere was in an uproar.

I thought it was weird enough that Chu Tingting drew a human instead of a beast, but I didn’t expect that she would directly turn from a living being into a non-living being.

A white-haired old man, his cloudy eyes widened, and the cane in his hand hit the ground uncontrollably, making a dull sound, and he kept muttering: "What's this? I didn't draw a beast, but I drew a flute. How can I fight?"

The young man next to him had an expression of disbelief on his face. His mouth was opened wide, as if an egg could fit in it. He pointed at Chu Hao with trembling fingers and stammered, "You...you don't know this Xiangxi Elegy!"

Those strangers who had experienced hundreds of battles and were accustomed to seeing life and death, now looked at each other with confusion on their faces. They whispered to each other and shook their heads. They really couldn't understand this strange result of the draw.

However, Chu Hao seemed oblivious to the noise around him.

He looked calm and composed, standing there quietly.

The wind blew through the corners of his clothes, making them rustle, and he exuded an elusive confidence.

In the center of the lottery table in the Colosseum, the mysterious flute slowly emerged.

It is dark all over, and is engraved with strange runes. Under the sunlight, it sparkles with an ancient and mysterious luster.

Chu Hao gently picked up the flute, held it in his hand and examined it carefully, and whispered, "Interesting." Just as Chu Hao finished his words, the flute suddenly vibrated violently without any warning, making a sharp buzzing sound, as if challenging Chu Hao.

Chu Hao's eyes flashed, and his aura tightened instantly, ready for battle.

The flute suddenly broke free from Chu Hao's hands and floated in the air. The flute body spun rapidly, creating a strong airflow.

Then, a black light shot out from the flute, like a sharp blade, piercing straight at Chu Hao.

Chu Hao reacted extremely quickly. He tapped the ground with his toes and dodged to the side, easily avoiding the fierce attack.

The black light brushed past the corner of his clothes, leaving a deep mark on the ground.

Chu Hao steadied himself, quickly formed seals with his hands, and a faint golden light shone around him.
He took a step forward suddenly, and his right fist, wrapped in golden light, blasted towards the flute like a cannonball.

The flute twisted flexibly in the air, cleverly avoiding Chu Hao's attack.

Chu Hao took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body circulated to the extreme, and the golden light around him became more and more dazzling.

Taking advantage of this gap, Chu Hao shouted loudly, and his body was as fast as lightning, rushing towards the flute, his hands turned into claws and grabbed towards the flute.

Di Zi sensed danger and retreated quickly.

Chu Hao and Di Zi fought back and forth, and the battle became more and more intense.

Relying on his agility and powerful spiritual power, Chu Hao avoided the attacks of the flute time and time again, while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

However, Di Zi's flexible body and strange attacking methods made it difficult for Chu Hao to get close to her.

However, Chu Hao did not choose to attack and defend. He seemed to be like the goddess Chu Tingting, with endless energy in his body.

Faced with Chu Hao's relentless pressure, even the inanimate flute seemed to be struggling.

Suddenly, the flute made a sharp sound, and the originally dark flute body began to emit a layer of strange blood light.

Immediately afterwards, a mournful and graceful melody flowed out from the flute holes and instantly filled the entire Colosseum.

At first, the sound was sobbing, like a woman in the boudoir sobbing alone in a long cold night.

Every note carries with it a wet sadness, and the pauses between the notes are like sobs, each tugs at one's heart.

The tone was low and melodious, floating slowly in the silent air, as if carrying tangled and tangled sorrow, lingering in every corner of the Colosseum, making people think of the sad past that had been buried by the years.

As the melody progresses, the tune becomes increasingly low and depressing.

The voice seemed to be suffocating under the burden of fate, yet struggling in the darkness with a desperate sadness.

Every note is like a blunt knife, cutting people's nerves slowly but forcefully, making people feel as if a heavy rock is pressing on their hearts, making them almost unable to breathe.

In this low melody, there is a faint whistling sound, like the lonely wind in the wilderness, or the helpless cry of the soul in the darkness, which makes the sadness that penetrates deep into the bone marrow even more intense.

The wind gradually grew stronger, and the sound of the flute became more passionate.

The sound was like a mountain torrent, surging and surging, with a determination to burn one's boats.

The originally soft notes now became strong and powerful, hitting people's eardrums one after another, as if to break through all the constraints in this world.

In this passionate flute sound, there is also a hint of ethereality, as if it comes from the distant sky, carrying a charm that transcends the world.

The ethereal tone, interwoven with the stirring melody, formed a wonderful contrast, giving people the illusion of a dream in this bloody arena, as if they were in a baptism of the soul.

As the sound of the flute became more mournful and moving, the plaintive melody echoed slowly over the Colosseum, like a clear spring flowing into everyone's heart. At first, many people were intoxicated by it and could not help but give bursts of praise.

"The sound of the flute is absolutely amazing! So gentle, so affectionate, I have never heard such a moving piece of music." A young woman, with a dazed look in her eyes and an intoxicated face, unconsciously put her hands together, as if she was devoutly listening to a performance from heaven.

"Yes, the sound of the flute is like telling an endless story, and every note can penetrate into people's hearts." An old man next to him closed his eyes slightly, shook his head gently, immersed in this wonderful music, his face full of enjoyment.

However, just as everyone was immersed in the beautiful flute sound, a strange atmosphere quietly spread.

In the audience, some of the less capable aliens suddenly looked pained.

They covered their heads tightly with their hands, their facial expressions were distorted and extremely hideous, and their bodies were shaking violently and uncontrollably.

"Oh, my head hurts so much!" A young alien could no longer bear the piercing pain and screamed loudly.

His voice was full of fear and despair, and it sounded particularly mournful amidst the plaintive flute music.

Then, a terrifying scene occurred. Blood slowly flowed out of the seven orifices of these aliens, and the bright red blood slowly flowed down their cheeks, corners of their mouths, and nostrils, dripping onto the ground, staining the ground red.

Their eyes gradually lost their luster and their bodies slowly became stiff. But after just a few minutes, they fell straight down and were no longer breathing.

"This...what's going on?" A man who had been praising the sound of the flute now widened his eyes, his face full of fear and disbelief.

His voice trembled, full of fear and doubt, as if questioning this sudden change.

However, before the question was answered, she was the next one!
"How could this flute sound... have such a terrifying power?" A noble lady in gorgeous clothes turned pale with fear. She covered her mouth with her hands, her body kept shrinking back, her eyes full of fear of this unknown power.

The whole place fell into chaos in an instant. People screamed in fear and ran around, trying to get away from the terrible flute sound.

However, the sound of the flute seemed to have an invisible magic that tightly enveloped the entire arena, leaving no place for people to escape.

"This is the legendary Xiangxi Elegy!" In the crowd, the old man who had not yet finished speaking continued with a trembling voice.

His face was full of shock and awe, as if he had seen something beyond imagination.

"What? Is this the legendary Xiangxi elegy that possesses mysterious powers?" Everyone was even more shocked after hearing the old man's words.

Their eyes were filled with fear and confusion, and they all turned their gazes to Chu Hao and the mysterious flute in the center of the Colosseum.

"I originally thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect the power of this Xiangxi elegy to be so terrifying!"

A young stranger, his voice trembling slightly, his face full of regret, regretting that he had been so easily intoxicated by the beautiful flute sound just now.

If it weren't for his strong foundation, he would have bled to death from all seven orifices.

"How is Chu Hao going to deal with this terrifying power?" (End of this chapter)