"Die!"
Victor Frost's entire body erupted with explosive force. His clothes whipped around him as he spun and threw a punch straight at the charging cheetah. His fist smashed into the cheetah's skull, crushing it like rotten wood and driving the whole head deep into its body.
Under Victor Frost's punch, the cheetah's body gave off an agonizing crack of breaking bones. He shifted from fist to palm, grabbed deep inside the cheetah, and yanked hard—instantly, a blood-soaked spine came out like a sword, ripped clean from the animal.
The cheetah collapsed to the ground, limp as a rag, its body losing all support.
"Holy crap!" The crowd in the stands saw this and instantly got hyped.
"This old guy is insane! That's its spine!" A bunch of people jumped up, yelling into the Beast Arena.
Most of these guys were martial artists themselves—hot-blooded and ruthless. The brutal scene in front of them fired up their nerves.
They cheered, all eyes on Victor Frost in the ring.
Victor Frost held the bloody, bone-white spine in his hand, his whole arm dripping with pitch-black blood.
The cheetah lay twitching on the ground, totally unable to stand up. It was just a pile of meat now, its head smashed to bits.
From the corpse, a female ghost slowly floated up, frowning as she stared coldly at Victor Frost, who stood alone and proud.
"Bone-extraction and tendon-ripping—just this move alone means that man's cultivation is at least Inner Strength great-perfection." Bryce Gu nodded, a bit surprised.
"Inner Strength great-perfection!" Shawn Shi's face twisted in shock at those words.
Someone at Inner Strength great-perfection isn't someone a few wild beasts can handle.
"We're screwed, we're totally screwed! How are we supposed to play now?" Shawn Shi sat anxiously in his seat. "Seriously, did Luke Lu hit his head today? How could he let someone like that into the ring? It's obvious he wants us to lose!"
On the other side, Luke Lu strolled over, somehow already appearing right behind Shawn Shi.
"There's nothing in my Beast Arena's rules that says humans can't enter the fight. So, you have an objection?" Luke Lu gave a chilly smile, his tone frosty.
Shawn Shi jolted, turned to glance at him, and quickly forced a smile. "Boss Luke! No, I don't object—it's just, we've never seen this happen before, right?"
Shawn Shi kept up his awkward smile, meeting Luke Lu's gaze with obvious unease.
With Luke Lu's pseudo-Vajra realm cultivation, beating up Shawn Shi would be a one-finger job.
"If you've never seen it, that's just your own ignorance. Consider this your eye-opener, right?" Luke Lu chuckled.
Shawn Shi gritted his teeth, not daring to say a word.
Then Luke Lu turned to Bryce Gu, who was sitting on his left, and smiled lightly. "Master Gu, you showed up so suddenly this time—I didn't even get a heads-up. Otherwise, I would've been waiting to welcome you at the door."
Luke Lu knew perfectly well the power behind Bryce Gu and his own cultivation.
If Medicine King Valley hadn't offered such tempting terms, Luke Lu might've wanted to trade the Drunken Cloud Plum with Bryce Gu himself.
"Mm." Bryce Gu nodded, then looked toward the arena and asked, "Who's that in the ring?"
"That's a Guardian from Medicine King Valley—Victor Frost." Luke Lu answered respectfully.
"Medicine King Valley again."
Evan Lin raised his eyebrows slightly.
"You look new here, first time, right? I'm the owner—Luke Lu." Luke glanced at Evan Lin, giving a greeting.
"Mm." Evan Lin gave a quiet response, not bothering to turn his head, which made Luke Lu's face darken as he looked back toward the arena.
Victor Frost gave the bloody cheetah spine a sharp shake. The shattered bone suddenly straightened, gleaming coldly with murderous intent as if cast in iron.
Face grim, he strode forward with the spine in hand.
The giant python hissed, whipping its tail at Victor Frost. He didn't dodge—just flicked his wrist, and the blood-red spine slashed through the air like a blade. Blood sprayed as the massive tail was sliced clean in two.
The severed python tail flew high, landed on the ground, and kept twitching on reflex, leaking a trail of blood.
The giant python roared and lunged at Victor Frost, its mangled head looking savage. Boarzilla let out a deep, raspy roar, muscles bulging as it charged Victor Frost head-on, blood still fresh on its sharp tusks.
"Beasts."
Victor Frost sneered. Just as the python's head was about to hit, he pushed off with his left foot, body blurring as he leaped up. He landed on the python's back, stabbing the blood-red spine down from its head, ripping through tough flesh, then sprinted along its body.
As he ran, the blood-red spine sliced the giant python completely in half. Stinking blood and flesh exploded everywhere. Halfway down, Victor Frost shouted, and the spine flared with power—the python's whole body burst apart.
Boarzilla leaped high, tusks gleaming. Victor Frost didn't dodge—he whipped the spine up with a reverse swing!
Boom!
Boarzilla's prized tusks were sliced clean in half, and Victor Frost kicked its body straight into the wall!
Dust exploded everywhere.
The whole arena went silent.
"Too strong... not even a scratch!"
"This guy, this guy..."
After a moment of silence, the whole crowd sucked in a breath.
When the dust settled, everyone saw that lone old man in the center of the ring, holding the blood-red spine.
"Looks like the match is decided. Kid, seems like you bet on the wrong horse this time." Luke Lu chuckled, glancing at Evan Lin.
Man conquers fate.
So what if your prediction was spot-on?
Victor Frost was a total wild card—a one-man wrecking crew!
"Not necessarily." Evan Lin shook his head, eyes narrowing. With a cold snort and a thought, the three playful female ghosts sensed his intent and instantly shot toward Boarzilla.
"Still not giving up?" Yidong Zhu sneered. "If you can't handle losing, don't play."
"Kid, the match is over." Luke Lu shook his head, about to announce the result.
Someone in the stands glanced at the deep pit in the wall.
Suddenly, a wave of intense danger swept through the crowd—like a pair of cold eyes opening in the dark, radiating murderous intent!