Lord Of Martial Arts

"Today will be his forty-eighth match! Darren is going to fight again. Come and watch!"

By the time the third day arrived, news had already spread throughout the city that Darren would fight again.

Over the past two days, Darren had won forty-seven consecutive matches. It was an unprecedented victory, and everyone in the city had heard of his strength and battle prowess.

Of course, this worried the senior leaders in the city.

"Darren's strength is strange. He was surprisingly powerful enough to kill Orion," a general said with a frown as he lay on a chair.

"Yes, sir. Orion was one of the top guards, but he only held on for an hour in the fight. It seems that you will have to deal with this brat yourself."

The general stood and said slowly, "There's no need for me to step in just yet. If he wins another two consecutive matches, we can arrange a battle between him and that giant. That provision is in the rules. At that time, he will most certainly die. Then the deputy governor can kill that giant."

"I hadn't thought of that. General, you are very wise. Since the battle is about to start, I will take my leave."

"Go ahead."

Millions of Defiant Masters swarmed the Life-and-Death Arena. Anyone who had heard of Darren's capabilities had come to watch the battle.

In particular, they were curious about which opponent Darren would face today!

Amidst the anticipation of the crowd of Defiant

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's God Character was too much to bear. Philip's power soon went out of control and it gushed out of his body, flew in all directions, and even attacked himself.

Swoosh!

Darren's blade and sword broke through the scattered god's power and pierced Philip's chest.

At the same time, Darren withdrew his God Character.

Drip! Drip!

Black blood slid down Darren's sword.

Sizzle!

Black blood spurted from Philip's chest as Darren drew out his divine sword. Despite the injuries, Philip didn't collapse to the ground. It seemed as though Darren hadn't intended to kill him.

"Why... Why didn't you kill me?" Philip raised his head and peered at Darren. Confusion and bewilderment shone in his eyes. He was quick to realize that Darren's sword had touched his heart, but it hadn't pierced it.

"Killing you won't benefit me. And since you have dragon blood, I will let you go," Darren lifted his chin as he replied.

"Ha-ha." Philip laughed bitterly and said, "I owe you my life."

Everyone in the audience had watched this scene unfold with bated breath. They didn't know whether Darren would fight more or if Philip would try something underhanded. When they saw Philip leave, the audience released the breath they were holding. Darren watched as Philip disappeared from the arena; only a trail of black blood remained.

Seconds later, all the onlookers broke out in cheerful celebration of Darren's victory.