The Mysterious Dungeon: A Survival Guide to the Twelve Talismans

As soon as Yang Wanli finished speaking, he slowly descended and returned to the main seat on the high platform.

In an instant, the arena fell silent once again.

"Kill!" A furious roar erupted from the arena.

The next moment, a large number of martial artists on the arena began to attack those around them.

The entire arena was filled with surging energy and a chaotic display of various martial arts techniques.

Zhou An stood still, pondering how to quickly seize the title of martial arts champion.

If he defeats everyone directly, can he become the martial arts champion?

Zhou An thought it seemed to actually work.

Even if we can't achieve that, we can still take down more people.

Zhou An immediately began to offer up his own flesh and blood as a sacrifice.

Because there were so many people, it was not appropriate to offer up limbs directly, so Zhou An offered up his internal organs instead.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou An's three-dimensional attributes increased tenfold, reaching a full 50,000 points.

Five thousand times the strength of an ordinary person, a single punch can deliver five hundred tons of force.

To put this into perspective, the largest land animal in the world is the elephant, and an adult elephant only weighs 5 tons.

All those martial artists at the third-level Meridian Opening Realm and those at the fourth-level True Essence Realm were all killed with a single punch.

As for the fifth-stage Core Formation Realm, he had only used the Flame Burst Bullet to kill a fifth-stage Eccentric, and he didn't know if his power was enough to kill it with a single punch.

"Die!" A large sword came straight at Zhou An from behind.

A crisp "clang!" rang out.

Then the large sword shattered.

"This...how is this possible?" The martial artist who launched the sneak attack was immediately shocked.

At this moment, Zhou An turned to look at the man: "Your swordsmanship is not bad, but it's a pity you're a bit weak."

The next instant, Zhou An raised his hand and slammed his fist into the ground.

"Boom!"

The enormous roar echoed throughout the entire arena.

Everyone could feel the earth shaking.

Looking at the arena again, a arena made of special spiritual materials, capable of withstanding battles at the True Essence Realm, suddenly shattered.

Centered on Zhou An's fist, a terrifying shockwave spread out in all directions.

Wherever the shockwave passed, the arena instantly shattered.

"Ah~~!"

"What...what is this?"

Amidst the deafening roar, a large number of martial artists were swept away by the shockwave, finally falling off the stage with cries of pain.

The commotion brought the entire arena to a silence for the third time.

The powerful and wealthy businessmen above also stared blankly at the scene.

When the dust settled, only about a hundred people remained on the shattered arena.

They all looked at Zhou An with expressions of shock.

Those hundred or so people included several fourth-level martial artists and some third-level peak martial artists.

Meanwhile, in the most remote areas, some weaker martial artists also survived.

As for the other nearly nine hundred martial artists, they were all knocked off the stage by the powerful punches.

Just like the martial artist who had previously slashed Zhou An, he was sent flying over a hundred meters into the air and landed on an open space in the audience, where he was seriously injured.

Zhou An was quite restrained; no one was killed or injured, after all, it was just a martial arts tournament.

Zhou An turned to look at the hundred or so survivors and immediately raised his fist, ready to continue.

Before Zhou An could even throw his fist, Yang Wanli's voice rang out: "This young man's punching power is truly astonishing. The first round is over, and everyone on the stage will advance directly to the second round."

Upon hearing this, Zhou An withdrew his fist with some regret.

"My God, this person is truly formidable."

"Yes, one punch reduced the arena to ruins, eliminating 90% of the martial artists."

"Could this person be a martial artist at the peak of the True Essence Realm?"

"The peak of the True Essence Realm, I think you've already reached an even higher level..."

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"Sir, this is the man who threw me out." Zhang Quan approached Wang Mu and said with a look of horror.

"Is this the person? The power of that punch is already comparable to mine." Wang Mu's pupils narrowed slightly.

Then he felt a sense of relief, thankful that he hadn't bothered Zhou An during this time.

"Find out this person's background as quickly as possible," Wang Mu instructed Zhang Quan.

"Yes, sir," Zhang Quan replied and immediately withdrew.

The other powerful and wealthy businessmen also had their subordinates collect information about Zhou An's identity and background.

Chapter 122 All of you come at me together

Yang Wanli also looked at Zhou An with a face full of shock.

He felt he couldn't withstand the power of that punch.

"How come such a person has appeared in this martial arts tournament?" Yang Wanli shook his head.

“My lord, there are only 103 people left on the field now, and it will be difficult to rank the top 200,” the advisor said, approaching Yang Wanli.

"No problem. As a consolation prize, each of the eliminated contestants will receive a Tier 3 Qi and Blood Pill." Yang Wanli waved his hand.

From 200 to 101 people, each person should be given a bottle (10 pills) of Qi Xue Dan.

If there are 100 people, that's 1,000 grains. If you give one grain to each of those who are eliminated because they don't know their ranking, there will still be plenty left over.

The shattered ring still had a barely discernible outline.

The hundred or so people on the arena looked at Zhou An with fear in their eyes.

This one move alone was enough to crush all of them.

Those few participants who were at the early stage of the True Essence Realm were also extremely frightened.

However, they did not admit defeat. Instead, they exchanged glances, seemingly preparing to join forces.

We'll see what the rules are for the second match.

"The rules for the second match were originally one-on-one battles, but now this arena..."

Yang Wanli glanced at the shattered arena and paused.

Just as he was about to continue speaking, Zhou An spoke up, saying, "Lord Yang, I think we don't need to organize any complicated competitions."

“All of these people combined are no match for me. I’m standing here, and if they can make me move even half a step, I’ll admit defeat.”

"If that doesn't work, how about announcing me as the champion of this martial arts tournament?"

Zhou An was too lazy to go to any one-on-one matches, so he decided to make a quick decision, win the martial arts championship, and complete the mission.

Yang Wanli frowned when he was interrupted.

Upon hearing Zhou An's words, he looked slightly surprised.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Although you are very strong, it's still no problem for you to move even half a step."

“Among the remaining martial artists, there are still some at the True Essence Realm.” Yang Wanli felt that Zhou An had underestimated his opponent.

"Hmph, what arrogance! We acknowledge your strength, but to move even half a step? Are you trying to humiliate us?"

"What a joke! Do you really think we can't even make you move an inch?"

The remaining martial artists were immediately filled with excitement.

"I'm sure they're nothing but idiots, and I don't want to waste my time," Zhou An said calmly, glancing at the martial artists.

"My lord, we are willing."

"My lord, this man is far too arrogant. We must not only make him move, but also defeat him."

A group of martial artists immediately cupped their hands and said.

Yang Wanli looked at Zhou An and said, "I'll ask you one more time, are you sure you want to do this? If you lose, you will be ranked outside the top 100 and will only get a bottle of Qi and Blood Pills."

Zhou An nodded: "I'm sure."

"Since you all agree, let's do as you say."

"The rules for the second match are as follows: with this piece as the center, both feet must remain on the ground and cannot move an inch. The time limit is 15 minutes."

"During this period, you may attack him as you see fit," Yang Wanli announced the rules of the second match.

"Wait!" Zhou An suddenly called out to stop them.

"What?" Yang Wanli looked at Zhou An, his face expressionless.

"Could it be that you've changed your mind?"

"Indeed, with so many martial artists among us, how dare you utter such arrogant words?"

"Do you feel you lack confidence and want to back out?"

The martial artists on the arena immediately began to mock them.

"Lord Yang, I just feel that a quarter of an hour is too short. Let's extend the time to half an hour."

"If they can make me move even half a step within this half hour, I will admit defeat," Zhou An said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the martial artists immediately looked as if they had seen a ghost.

There was no regret; on the contrary, I felt that fifteen minutes was too short, so I extended it to half an hour.

"Alright, half an hour it is then." Yang Wanli was too lazy to say anything more.

He also wanted to see what Zhou An was capable of, daring to let over a hundred martial artists attack him at will.

"Everyone, come on!" Zhou An said with a faint smile as he looked at the group of martial artists.

The group of martial artists immediately surrounded them, each poised to attack, but none of them made the first move.

"Go ahead and fight? What? You're all scared because I'm standing here letting you hit me?" Zhou An glanced at the crowd and spoke softly.

"kill!"

A martial artist at the peak of the third tier immediately swung his blade, and a terrifying blade aura arrived in an instant, finally slashing down on Zhou An's chest.

A loud "clang!" was heard.

Just then, a golden light emanated from Zhou An's body, and the sword energy was immediately shattered.

In an instant, Zhou An appeared, his body adorned with insignia and a gleaming hue.

“That’s… a high-grade Yellow-level martial art, Golden Bell Shield!” one of the martial artists recognized it.

“He’s only a high-grade Yellow rank. There are a hundred of us. Once we’ve exhausted his life force, he’ll be at our mercy.”

Another martial artist shouted and stood up, his hands reaching out. A powerful palm wind swept in, finally striking Zhou An's temples hard on both sides.

A dull sound rang out, and a strong gust of wind blew in all directions.

Zhou An remained completely still.

However, the tiger's mouth of the martial artist's palms was directly split open.

His arms were trembling uncontrollably.

Zhou An was busy for the past three days.

He obtained a manual on the Golden Bell Shield martial arts from the Blood Demon Cult's stronghold, and the three of them practiced it together.