Lord Of Martial Arts

Darren and his companions walked along the road. Their plan was to find a place to stay first.

"Only twelve people have won over fifty consecutive matches in the past hundred years? Of those twelve, only one went on to win eighty in a row, but no one has managed to surpass that?"

Darren tried to interpret the information he'd just been given, surprised to learn of it.

Countless Defiant Masters were caught and imprisoned in the World of Belief each day. With such a large number of them coming in, many had wanted to enter the city. However, only a dozen were able to win fifty matches. It was obvious how difficult the challenge was.

But Darren chose not to worry too much about it. After all, not every Defiant Master was strong. The slaves of the chief gods had caught most of them before they could grow strong. Only a few of them would be on the same level of strength as him.

"This giant who showed up recently is quite strong. He won over forty consecutive matches, killing his opponents without a thought," Darren said as he read the information about the giant he saw yesterday.

"You must be careful with him then. He might be a little st

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tricks on him.

"Sure," Darren agreed without hesitation. Then he sent a message to Guillermo and the others through his spiritual sense. "Wait for me here. I will come back to meet you after I kill this guy. Do you understand?"

"I see. Of course, sir,"

Guillermo and the others quickly responded as they received the order.

Swoosh!

Malachi flew out of the city with his two men, with Darren at their wake.

A short while later, they arrived at a place scattered with black rocks. It was barren, not even a single bug in sight.

After landing on the ground, Malachi urged impatiently, "Well, you can sever the connection now. Do it quickly. I don't have time to waste."

"What's the rush?" Darren sneered, "My divine weapons have a strange habit. They must drink enough blood before they can be obedient."

"What?" When Malachi heard Darren's tone, his face darkened.

Shoop! Shoop!

The blade and sword light flickered, and the god's power surged high. Malachi's men were cut into blood mist in succession.

"The audacity!" Malachi let out an indignant gasp. "You will regret this!" Malachi's blood raged as he quickly went after Darren.