Perfect: I am Shi An from Shicun, and I am Huang’s brother!

Chapter 359 Hundred-Game Winning Streak

"Dead... The successor of the Immortal Palace was brutally killed seven times by Huang Huo, and even his primordial spirit could not escape!"

There was deathly silence between heaven and earth.

Everyone held their breath, staring blankly at the blood-stained arena.

On the arena, blood mist filled the air as Di Chong's body exploded completely under Shi Hao's final blow, turning into a rain of blood that fell from the sky.

The once invincible successor of the Immortal Palace is now reduced to nothing but tattered clothes and a faint wisp of immortal light, gradually dissipating in the breeze.

On the other side, Shi Hao staggered.

At this moment, his clothes were tattered, he was emaciated, and even the corners of his mouth were still covered with undried blood, but his eyes showed no fear and remained proud.

"Who else is coming?"

Shi Hao's voice was not loud, and even a little hoarse and weak, but it was like a great bell, echoing endlessly in the sky above the cloud realm, shaking the hearts of everyone.

On the blood-red arena, his slender figure seemed as if he could be blown away by the wind at any moment, but his domineering demeanor shook the hearts of all the geniuses of the myriad races, and no one dared to respond easily.

Who is Di Chong, the successor of the Immortal Palace?
Not only did he possess extraordinary cultivation and master many forbidden techniques of the Immortal Palace, but he also once roamed freely across the Three Thousand Continents with only his physical body, with no one daring to challenge his might. Yet now, he was annihilated seven times by Shi Hao, who was on his last legs, and even his primordial spirit could not escape.

This combat power has far exceeded everyone's imagination, enough to make anyone who harbors wishful thinking back.

And so time passed little by little, but no one spoke up again, and no one dared to step onto the stage to fight.

Below the arena, all was silent, save for a gentle breeze that ruffled a few tattered pieces of clothing, carrying a hint of blood and death.

Shi Hao sat cross-legged in the center of the arena. Although he looked disheveled, he was like an insurmountable mountain standing in front of everyone, inspiring awe.

At that moment, everyone fell silent, waiting for him to leave on his own.

In their view, Shi Hao must be in danger of losing his life, which is why he chose to reach the pinnacle of his cultivation on this arena, to shine with the most dazzling light, and to be recorded in the annals of the Three Thousand Continents.

Before they knew it, several hours had passed, and suddenly, dazzling runes appeared on the arena.

Clearly, this was because no one challenged him for a long time, and the arena automatically judged Shi Hao to have passed, achieving a hundred-win streak!

"Shouldn't we be leaving?!"

Upon seeing this, the same thought flashed through the minds of everyone below the stage, their eyes fixed on the slender figure on the platform.

A hundred consecutive victories, with no one to challenge him, has completely proven himself to be a true invincible figure. Especially considering that he achieved this while exhausted, it is enough to astound the ages and shake the world.

To everyone's surprise, Shi Hao did not leave to rest. Instead, he remained seated on the stage and declared that he would not refuse any challengers.

"Wow!"

Instantly, a commotion broke out, and everyone looked up at him.

Wasn't Huang's flame of life about to be extinguished? How dare he stay? Is it truly to leave behind a glorious legacy?

"Huang, you've gone too far."

Immediately, someone expressed their dissatisfaction, coldly saying, "We respect you as the invincible one, which is why we wanted to give you a dignified ending. But now you're behaving like this. Do you really want to die on the stage?"

As soon as he finished speaking, many people chimed in, "That's right! You're clearly depleted of energy and your fighting strength is less than one-tenth of what it used to be, yet you still don't know when to advance or retreat. You're truly foolish!"

Of course, while some were dissatisfied with Shi Hao's attitude, others were moved by his resolute decision. Suddenly, a young man in white stepped forward, his eyes filled with respect: "What do you know! This is the choice of a king. He would rather die on the arena than leave in obscurity."

“That’s right. People like Lord Huang are rare throughout history. He should have been invincible, but he suddenly suffered such a misfortune. How could you be willing to accept it? Now that he has chosen to shed his blood on the arena, he deserves respect.”

The place was in complete chaos. Everyone was saying all sorts of things: some supported Huang, some opposed Huang, and there were also indifferent bystanders. Many were even secretly rubbing their hands together, just waiting for the moment when Shi Hao was completely exhausted so they could rush onto the stage and make a name for themselves by stepping on his corpse.

But in any case, everyone understands one fact—Ara, the invincible one who swept aside his contemporaries, is probably going to fall here today!

However, no matter what they discussed, time did not stop. In just a short while, because no one went on stage, Shi Hao won dozens more matches without fighting.

This result instantly ignited the fury of many people; it was far too easy!

However, at that moment, a cold laugh suddenly came from the crowd.

"Wild, I'll take you on!"

Before the words were even finished, a figure swept through the crowd like a ghost and instantly stepped onto the arena.

He was a young man dressed in dark gold armor, with a cold and stern face and a sharp killing intent flashing in his eyes. His aura was as deep as the ocean and even stronger than that of Di Chong.

"He is... the previous generation of Demon Sunflower Child of Demon Sunflower Garden—Demon Heaven!"

Someone in the audience recognized the person and immediately exclaimed in surprise.

Mo Tian is the previous generation successor of Mo Kui Garden. Since his debut, he has been known for his ruthlessness and cruelty. He was narrowly defeated by Ning Chuan in the last battle of the Immortal Ancient Era, which shows that he is very powerful.

"Huang, you are doomed to die today!"

Mo Tian stared coldly at Shi Hao, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his lips. He slowly raised a dark gold demonic spear in his hand, its tip gleaming with a chilling light, as if it could pierce through everything.

"They dare to act so arrogantly with just a few melon seeds?"

Upon seeing this, Shi Hao murmured something, then slowly stood up. Although he was thin, his eyes shone with an indomitable light.

Then, he took a deep breath, and the last bit of power in his body began to surge, as if to unleash the last bit of potential.

"kill!"

Upon seeing Shi Hao stand up, Mo Tian immediately let out an angry roar, and then his figure moved like lightning as he instantly rushed towards Shi Hao.

The demonic spear in his hand was like a venomous snake, carrying a world-destroying force, aimed straight at Shi Hao's heart.

"clang!"

Shi Hao flashed, and at the same time, a long sword flashing with runes appeared in his hand, which was the Great Luo Sword Embryo.

He swung his sword to meet the spear, the tip of the sword clashing with the tip of the spear, unleashing a powerful energy surge that shook the surrounding space.

Upon their first clash, Mo Tian felt a surge of powerful energy flowing through his demonic spear, causing his arm to go numb and his body to momentarily sway.

However, his combat experience was also extremely rich. He steadied himself in an instant, and then his spear stance changed, transforming into a sky full of spear shadows that enveloped Shi Hao like a storm.

Upon seeing this, Shi Hao's gaze turned cold, and he wielded the Great Luo Sword Embryo in his hand with impenetrable force, the runes flashing as he blocked the countless spear shadows one by one.

Each clash of sword and spear produced a deafening sound and an outpouring of energy, causing many spectators to pale in fear.

(End of this chapter)