High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late

Chapter 667: Chapter 445: Just a Bunch of Rabble, Divine Miracle Descends, Myriad Beasts Blood Pool (Part 2)

The figure on the seat slowly stood up.

At this moment.

A divine radiance faintly emanated from the frail figure.

...

"That person seems to be Pier?"

"Are you referring to Ray Pier, the current owner of this Beast Fighting Arena?"

"Yes, that’s him. Look at his complexion; truly worthy of a noble Royal Family member."

"It seems there really are secrets, otherwise how could this incident have shocked even the people behind the arena..."

"But something seems off... Look at how Pier follows behind that lowly Mixed Blood, as if he is..."

... a lackey of the lowly Mixed Blood.

This was the sentiment of many, but no one dared to voice it directly.

Only because Pier, after all, was a member of the Ray Family!

Instantly, everyone showed expressions of astonishment, intently staring at the two figures approaching.

Pier followed a step behind Su Mu, lowering his head, unable to stop thinking about how the master would resolve this matter.

According to Pier’s previous thoughts, this matter had to be washed away with the blood of the Mixed Blood—that is, Su Mu, a lowly Mixed Blood, had to be executed in front of everyone, with a death as tragic as possible.

And then follow up with a series of actions, either a rematch or compensation.

But in any case, Su Mu must die.

If the master does not die, then how will the anger in these people’s hearts be quelled?

Pier’s mind was in chaos, unable to figure out how the master planned to resolve it. Surely, they couldn’t kill everyone present?

Though no other Royal Family members were present today, there were still many noble offspring from the Ray Kingdom.

If such actions were taken, the Bander City Lord would soon report it to the province, eventually reaching the capital city, being classified as rebellion, and then the army to suppress the rebellion would arrive.

Thinking about this, Pier swallowed nervously, his eyes filled with worry.

He absolutely did not want the matter to develop into such a state.

Pier’s steps grew heavier with worry, while the figure ahead remained calm and composed.

Finally, the two reached the center of the Death Arena, under the watchful eyes of all, a calm voice emerged.

"You scoundrels..."

Su Mu surveyed the whole arena, his calm voice issuing from his mouth; to him, any race other than humans were nothing more than scoundrels.

Upon hearing this, Pier, behind Su Mu, his pupils suddenly constricted to the size of pinholes, his expression changing dramatically. He had made many assumptions in his mind but never thought the master would do this!

How could he have spoken the word ’scoundrels’ aloud!

Isn’t this going to escalate the situation completely, today it seems impossible to resolve, and in Pier’s mind, he could already imagine the whole arena glaring in rage, everyone furious beyond measure, wanting to tear Su Mu apart.

Even the guards of those noble offspring in the VIP seats would directly enter the fray to kill Su Mu.

Among the noble offspring present today, one person’s identity made even Pier somewhat apprehensive, with a bodyguard of Grandmaster Level Warrior; such a figure was even mightier than the City Lord of Bandar.

Once they act, not even the City Lord could stop them.

However...

what Pier feared didn’t happen; the arena fell into a deadly silence.

"In my eyes, all of you are scoundrels..."

"Moreover, you all are too weak, too weak. I don’t wish to create meaningless slaughter; now I give you all a chance to live... from this moment on, today’s events never happened..."

As the words fell, Pier was filled with disbelief. He couldn’t help but doubt his ears, wondering if he heard correctly.

The master called them scoundrels.

And then offered everyone a chance to live?

To let everyone present forget about today’s events?

As if it never happened?

This childish, absurd, and utterly bizarre talk—how was it spoken!

And yet, even after hearing such outrageous words, the arena remained deadly silent.

At this moment, Pier finally realized something was amiss, suddenly swallowing and raising his head slowly.

Impossible, how could this be!

He slowly lifted his head and saw not far ahead, behind that figure, a silver, indeterminate silhouette appeared.

At this moment, Pier got goosebumps all over because...

He saw that the expressions on the faces of everyone in the audience were incredibly dazed, each one’s eyes absolutely hollow, just like a group of marionettes.

"Master..."

"Are you planning to erase everyone’s memory?!"

"But how could this be possible...?!"

Human memory lies within the soul, and how enigmatic the soul is, the martial arts to manipulate memory has long been lost, Pier had only seen sparse records in family ancient books.

He even doubted it ever existed in the first place.

As for large-scale memory erasure, even the Demon God might not be able to do it, it was far too defiant of natural order, simply shouldn’t exist in the world.

In a flash, Pier felt as if struck by lightning, looking around the arena, witnessing the sheer number of people present, possibly thousands, and the notion of erasing thousands of memories at once was mind-blowing...

However, this preposterous scene was unfolding right before his eyes.

The next second.

Pier witnessed the most shocking scene of his lifetime—seeing the silver silhouette behind the master gleam brightly, with the master’s murmur of ’Desolate Thought’.

In an instant, the silver figure transformed into thousands of silver rays.

Each silver light like a star, countless stars landed precisely in the forehead of each person, everyone shuddered as one.