Monsters Are Coming

Chapter 1491: Chapter 384: Consecutive Record Breaks, the Magic God’s Might (Part 3)

Next, he prepared to initiate the 14-win challenge.

Returning to the preparation room, Life Throat received the 13-win reward.

A prize worth 230,000 sacrificial power.

Then, he sat cross-legged in the center of the room, his eyes slightly closed.

With each breath, the Essence Devourer trait pulled the invisible golden particles from the air into his body.

Then, using meditation guidance, he assisted the Essence Devourer trait to accelerate recovery.

The Ancient God Arena is situated atop the Domain Node, where the energy particles in the air are already rich.

Under the dual recovery support, wisps of golden mist lingered within his body, quickly replenishing the consumed spiritual power.

For the next two battles, even he did not have absolute confidence.

The Ancient God Arena has a cruel feature.

At the beginning of one’s climb, luck, or rather randomness, plays a significant role.

All captured arena fighters, regardless of strength, must start from the "Giant Snake Arena" leading to the 1-win mark.

This results in the possibility that a fighter might be unfortunate enough to encounter a much stronger opponent at a very low victory match.

This is entirely a Sky Collapse opening.

For an average Challenger, it is destructive—their journey may end before it begins.

But as the number of wins accumulates, the influence of luck drastically diminishes.

Those who reach 10 wins or more are all seasoned through layers of selection.

The weaker ones in the pool have long since been eliminated, leaving only the experienced strong ones.

At this stage, the matching mechanism becomes pure.

Although opponents still vary in style, it’s unpredictable what kind of combat features they excel in.

But encountering a rookie or an extreme strong situation almost never happens.

The higher the wins, the lower the luck bonus.

The 13-win Starfire Night was already challenging; the opponents for 14-win, 15-win are surely equally emerging from the brutal, undeniably top warriors.

Once the spiritual power was replenished, Life Throat opened his eyes.

"Barbarian Slave, I want to initiate the 14-win challenge." He calmly spoke to the empty space above him.

The Barbarian Slave is a slave unit in the Ancient God Arena, but their combat power is generally above Hunting Level 130, each possessing over 12-win combat power.

It is apparent that, in the eyes of the Ancient God Race, warriors of the Death Arena and slaves essentially make no difference.

Only fighters in the Glory Arena or Champion Arena are truly valued.

Soon, the voice of the Barbarian Slave echoed in his mind:

"As you wish."

A feeling of weightlessness hit again, the surrounding space twisted and transformed dramatically.

Once everything stabilized, Life Throat found himself in a new environment.

This was a circular arena.

Beneath his feet was a dark red sandy ground soaked in blood, dust filled the air, and around were tall, mottled stone stands reaching the clouds, empty of spectators, with numerous ancient, ferocious sculptures silently standing, eyes overlooking the center of the field.

This was the 14-win arena: Old God Arena.

Life Throat’s opponent appeared a hundred meters away as he revealed himself.

This was a small giant nearly three meters tall, covered in heavy dark-gold battle armor, with savage arm blades extending from the joints.

His clenched fists were as heavy as two siege hammers.

From beneath the helmet, two blood-colored lights were locked onto Life Throat, a surging Qi-Blood and savage killing aura emanated from him.

This was a pure pressure exerted by sheer Physical Strength.

Life Throat could confirm that this was a close combat killing machine honed to perfection.

As the suspended token dissipated.

At the start of the battle, the giant let out a deafening Roar.

The dark red sand beneath him exploded.

The entire being, like a dark-gold shell, erupted in pure Physical Strength with a terrifying Speed resembling Instant Teleportation, assaulting straight at Life Throat.

The charge created a fierce wind, tearing through the air, emitting ghostly screams.

But Life Throat’s gaze remained calm.

This time, it seems luck was good; Decomposition showed the opponent’s name was "Nulu," with a Hunting Level of only 142.

Not even as good as Starfire Night.

Just before the dark-gold figure was about to collide with him, Life Throat raised his Right Hand, spreading five fingers, pressing against the space in front of him.

Buzz~!

Invisible ripples spread forward.

The space density along Nulu’s charge path suddenly increased several dozen times.

It was like crashing into an extremely viscous gel, Nulu’s terrifying charging Speed reduced visibly.

During this, the Frenzy power was continuously consumed, each step forward became incredibly difficult, the dark-gold battle armor and Space Force Field friction, sparking blinding Hua Huo.

This was Life Throat’s once-favored move called: Heavy Pressure Mud Swamp.

Essentially, it’s a form of Space Imprisonment Technique.

The restricted Nulu at this moment let out an enraged Roar, blood light burst forth from his eyes, muscles bulged, stubbornly pushed against the massive Space pressure, moving forward tenaciously with awe-inspiring Strength.

But Life Throat had already connected his next move.

He elegantly swung his Left Hand forward, as if brushing away the dust before him.

The hot air in the arena was instantly drained, coalescing into countless razor-sharp Evil Wind blades as thin as a cicada’s wings.

Under Life Throat’s conscious guidance, the Wind Blade seemed to have acquired life, precisely bypassing the thick battle armor at extremely tricky angles, slicing at the giant’s joint connections, armor gaps, and fragile areas like the eyes.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

After a series of dense muffled sounds, Nulu’s advancing Speed abruptly decreased, green liquid dripping from the struck positions.