Starting with Panlong, the Swallowed Star Universe

Chapter 10 Melee

The hesitation in the hearts of the Joyce family members was also present in the hearts of many others. Some ultimately chose to give up, but there were also many who wanted to join the battle, after all, Hell is never short of adventurers.

However, not many people have entered the area yet. Apart from a few who are very confident in their abilities, most people are observing and waiting to see which area's opponents are easier to deal with before making a decision.

Jag was also observing the number of people in each of the various regions of the Middle God.

At the intermediate god stage, there are no renowned powerhouses. Without taking action, it is impossible to predict how many profound mysteries the opponent has integrated. Therefore, one can only choose whichever area has fewer people.

But since most people think this way, it means that no one can have their wish fulfilled.

Soon, more than two hours passed, and the number of people in each area remained almost the same.

"Sis, I'm leaving." Jag didn't intend to wait any longer. After saying goodbye to Amy, he flew towards the nearest area.

Before leaving, he left behind his true form and the avatar of the God of Light.

His true form is only at the Saint Realm, and the avatar of the God of Light is only a lower-level god, so he can't be of much help.

"Um?"

During the flight, he saw Bateman of the Shirind family, who had also signed up and noticed Jagger.

Their eyes met.

A smile played on Jag's lips as he beckoned to Bateman with his finger before flying toward a Bauhinia Army soldier outside the area.

When he registered, he used his blood to bind a badge to himself. The soldiers of the Bauhinia Army sensed the soul aura on the badge, confirmed Juggernaut's identity, and then let him pass.

The large black net had little offensive power, and Jag entered it without difficulty.

Behind him, Bateman stared at Jag's retreating figure, his eyes blazing with fury. He remembered what Jag had said to him before.

"You're asking for it, so I'll grant your wish!"

He flew towards the area that Jag had entered, and after being confirmed by the Zijing Army soldiers, he entered it.

Inside the arena, Jager and Bateman stared at each other, their killing intent undisguised.

However, the competition had not officially started yet, and neither of them chose to make a move.

Jag surveyed the situation in the arena. Several mid-level gods had already entered, and everyone was hovering at a distance, wary of each other.

Only one person can ultimately win in this arena, therefore everyone is an enemy.

Three hours have finally passed.

Those who intend to participate have already entered the competition venue.

"The competition begins!"

With a command from Lofman, the battle erupted simultaneously in 55 arenas!

"Whoosh"

Jag, who had been waiting for this moment, immediately rushed towards Bateman.

"Bateman, I've been waiting for this day for so long!"

"Jeg, I should be the one saying that!"

Bateman also attacked Jag, and the two of them coincidentally chose each other as their first opponent.

"boom"

Bateman suddenly erupted in blazing flames, his speed instantly soaring as he charged toward Juggernaut like a cannonball.

Bateman swung his right fist, his right hand clad in a red gauntlet. Endless flames gathered on his fist, condensing into a single point before erupting violently, the raging flames sweeping towards Jag.

The profound mystery of "explosion"?

Jag narrowed his eyes, showing no panic. He flipped his hand and took out a long black whip from his spatial ring.

"Snap"

Jag brandished his long whip, which swelled in the wind, splitting apart Bateman's flames and then coiling around him like a giant black python.

Bateman was engulfed in flames. He tried to break free of his restraints, but found that he could not do so no matter what he did.

"How is this possible?" Bateman panicked.

"Die." A murderous glint flashed in Jag's eyes, and his divine power erupted. His long whip instantly severed Bateman's body, then ripped Bateman's head in two, and a divine spark floated out.

"snort!"

Jag casually took away Bateman's divine essence and spatial ring.

Bateman didn't incorporate any of the mystical arts, so he wouldn't be a match for Jag at all.

Just now, Jag easily killed Bateman by using a technique that combined the mysteries of "dark element" and "evil".

Although the fusion of these two profound techniques by Jage is less than 20% complete, it is more than enough to deal with ordinary mid-level gods.

After killing Bateman, Jag released his divine sense and quickly surveyed his surroundings to prevent being ambushed by others.

At this moment, battles were raging throughout the entire competition arena, with all sorts of material and soul attacks flying everywhere.

Many people want to join the Purple Thorn Army. In the area where Jeg is located alone, there are nearly a thousand mid-level gods. The number of people in other areas is about the same, and in total, there are more than 100,000 people.

With so many people fighting at the same time, the various attacks and streaks of light obscured the radiance of the blood-red sun in the sky.

"See that? That guy killed one of his opponents in two moves. Let's team up and take him down first!"

The scene of Jag killing Bateman was discovered by several mid-level gods nearby. They quickly reached an agreement through telepathic communication and launched an attack on Jag together.

The common thought among many in the venue was to take down the stronger opponents first.

In an instant, three physical attacks and two soul attacks all hurtled towards Juggernaut.

"call"

Jag's body split into two, then into four, and flew off in four different directions.

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

The expressions of the mid-level gods who were besieging Juggernaut changed.

The Shadow Clone Technique is one of the six profound mysteries of the Dark Laws. It can create multiple clones that are not only difficult to distinguish from the real one, but the original can also switch between clones at will. In other words, the clones may become the real body at any time, making it an excellent means of dealing with group attacks.

The four Juggers spread out, breaking up the enemy's encirclement.

"You think you can kill me by joining forces?"

Jag smiled coldly, brandishing his long whip. Dark divine power surged, forming eight black tentacles.

"Shadows Everywhere!"

The black tentacles suddenly straightened, and the five mid-level gods who were besieging Jeg were powerless to resist. Their heads were instantly pierced by the tentacles, and their divine essence floated out from their heads.

Jag quickly confiscated their divine essence and spatial rings, and then began hunting down other mid-level gods.

"Second brother, did you see that? That kid is not bad; he has already begun to integrate two profound mysteries."

Outside the arena, the Zijing Army soldiers responsible for maintaining the black net were watching the battle inside, and Jag's performance caught the attention of some of them.

"His strength is decent, ranking among the top in this arena, but he's not as good as that young man," commented a bald, muscular man.

The boy he was referring to was dressed in a white robe and wielded a black soft sword. He had already killed eight opponents since the start of the competition.

"There's another mythical beast over there!"

The soldiers of the Bauhinia Army were discussing animatedly, their expressions relaxed.

"Look, there are more and more people joining!" A soldier from the Bauhinia Army exclaimed, his eyes lighting up.

"Haha, this is interesting!"

Everyone else got excited too.

For the mid-level gods in the arena, this is a life-or-death battle, but for the soldiers of the Purple Thorn Army, it's just a show to watch, and naturally they hope it gets as intense as possible.

"Everyone, let's join forces and kill those three first!"

The mid-level gods in the arena gradually realized the gap in strength and began to unite. Their joint attack targeted Juggernaut, the white-robed boy, and a strange young man with a vertical eye between his eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)