The Ultimate Divine Class

"WHOOSH—" An imposing aura burst from the bald middle-aged man, revealing a fox-shaped True Intention.

However, before it could manifest for even a second, Lu Yuan simply crushed it.

"BANG!"

"CRACK—"

Lu Yuan casually twisted the bald middle-aged man's neck and tossed him down like a piece of trash.

Lu Yuan was not a cruel or bloodthirsty person. A broken neck could be survived if treated promptly, but if someone else took advantage of the situation to attack the man, it wouldn't be Lu Yuan's fault.

His clash with the three, though it seemed lengthy, hadn't even lasted two minutes in total.

The fact that they could rush up from below to intercept Lu Yuan at the first opportunity already indicated they were considerably skilled experts among the Blood Fighters.

The battle between them had drawn the attention of many people below.

With the momentum from killing three people in succession, Lu Yuan's aura reached a peak.

He stood on the small platform in the middle of the pyramid, his gaze calm as he overlooked the crowd below.

An invisible power emanated from him, and the Blood Fighters below could feel it.

On the small platform in the middle of the pyramid, it was as if a colossal wave, tens of meters high, surged up behind Lu Yuan, then silently cascaded down on all sides of the platform.

This indescribable sense of oppression made everyone who looked up directly at Lu Yuan feel breathless, stopping them dead in their tracks, daring not to advance further.

The crimson smoke at the base of the pyramid was still billowing upward, gradually engulfing the Blood Fighters one by one.

Everyone scrambled to climb higher, trying to escape the encroaching crimson smoke. But upon reaching a certain level, they all bunched up, hesitating to move further.

Those at the bottom, nipped at by the crimson smoke, cursed loudly and shoved, while the people above them seemed rooted to the spot, not moving an inch.

From an outsider's perspective, a bizarre scene unfolded at the lower end of the pyramid. Though the crimson elimination smoke pressed ever closer, all the Blood Fighters remained crammed together.

An invisible wall seemed to stand before them, creating a peculiar vacuum between the crowd and the central platform where Lu Yuan stood.

Lu Yuan quietly scanned everyone below. Then, he turned and began to walk, step by step, towards the apex of the pyramid.

"Er..." Lin Zhiquin stood atop a three-story building as the milky crimson smoke flowed beneath his feet, having already completely submerged the entire City without a Top.

He stared blankly at the figure ascending the pyramid steps, his mouth slightly agape, an inexplicable agitation churning deep in his heart.

He's... about to reach the summit.

Only then did he realize what Lu Yuan had meant by asking him to wait below. Lu Yuan hadn't wanted him to take the risk; he planned to reach the summit alone and win this Bloody Battle.

Yes, with Lu Yuan's strength, he indeed had a much better chance.

But... what about the Divine Blood?

Lin Zhiquin subconsciously glanced at the large screen at the very top, where Feast Eater's name hung high in the rankings. His accumulated victory points were... 4,752!

Not enough... It's still not enough... Lin Zhiquin looked dazed, his hands clenched into fists, his lips trembling slightly beneath his mask.

The exchange price for Divine Blood was 10,000 victory points. Even if Lu Yuan won the Bloody Battle for him, they were still far from the hope of saving Lin Mo... It still isn't enough!

A profound sense of powerlessness enveloped Lin Zhiquin.

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"Interesting." At the apex of the pyramid, the Tyrant King's eyes flashed as he slowly rose from his throne.

He walked step by step to the edge of the summit platform, looking down coldly as the figure below gradually approached.

Finally, Lu Yuan arrived before him, stopping three steps short of the summit platform.

Then, he looked up. The gaze projecting from beneath the Three-eyed Goat mask met the silent one from behind the black iron mask.

The Tyrant King unleashed his oppressive aura, attempting to force the "Blasphemer" before him—the one who had irked him from the very start—to bow his head.

But no matter how his aura crashed down like tumultuous waves, the other party remained like a deep, still pool, without the slightest ripple.

The Tyrant King's eyes grew colder, and he said lightly, "Congratulations, Feast Eater. You have won the ultimate victory in this Bloody Battle."

Lu Yuan met the Tyrant King's gaze calmly, ignoring his aggressive and oppressive stare, and simply asked, "So, is there a reward?"

"Reward?" The Tyrant King's eyes flickered slightly, a hint of amusement in them.

"Of course, there's a reward. With the victory points you've accumulated in this Bloody Battle, you can exchange for anything you can afford from the prize list. Wealth, power, authority..."

"I want Divine Blood," Lu Yuan interrupted.

The Tyrant King's voice trailed off. He watched Lu Yuan, his gaze rapidly turning cold. Soon, he spoke again, his tone level.

"I'm sorry, there is no Divine Blood."

"Although you've won, your performance wasn't outstanding enough to meet the exchange standard for Divine Blood. The victory points you possess... are insufficient."

"Not enough?" Hearing this reply, Lu Yuan murmured softly, then lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.

The Tyrant King watched him coldly, the corner of his mouth beneath the mask curving into an icy sneer, disdain flashing in his eyes.

Heh... Another fool lured by Divine Blood. Did he think the power to transcend the mundane was so easily obtained? Did he truly believe he could ascend to my position after a mere ultimate Bloody Battle? Such naive and foolish mortals. They don't even realize they're just toys in a game, playthings for others' amusement. How could their weak and wretched bodies ever be worthy of the blessings of the great Hunting God...

Just as the Tyrant King was thinking this, suddenly...