After the previous match, the one-armed giant who had completely lost his mobility had already been teleported down from the arena by the system. He was lying on the ground, bleeding profusely.

The members of the Voodoo Black Magic Troupe who rushed over from the audience surrounded him, lit herbs, released smoke, and sprayed mist into his injured eye socket, barely stopping the bleeding.

The Voodoo Black Magic Troupe silently took Ogun Mura and teleported out of the arena.

Before leaving, several members of the Voodoo Black Magic Troupe even turned back and cast a venomous gaze at Wan Li Feng Dao—who indifferently shrugged.

Before killing, one must be prepared to be killed.

As the one-armed giant disappeared in a teleportation, the pool of blood beneath him also vanished.

This interlude did not affect the continued operation of the arena. Both the staff and the audience were accustomed to the tragic scenes.

In any case, the medical level of the secret societies was advanced. As long as they didn't die on the spot, most could be saved.

Li Ang was still scrutinizing Hei Shi Ti Dao in the distance.

Seemingly aware of his gaze, the pale-faced, sinister man turned his head and looked at the giant dragon wearing a white coat, his lips curving slightly upward.

In the past few days, Hei Shi Ti Dao had already made quite a name for himself in the Sky Arena.

Whether the reputation was good or bad, at least most players who frequented the arena already recognized him, and some secret societies had extended olive branches to him.

In Hei Shi Ti Dao's view, the Killing Game was a world where the fittest survived and the unfit were eliminated.

If he could live to the end and become the strongest, there would naturally be people who would support and worship him.

The sins and evils he had committed along the way would be deliberately ignored, or even whitewashed as "necessary things on the road to becoming the strongest."

That's what Hei Shi Ti Dao thought, and that's what he did.

As for why he maliciously abused the weak in the arena—he needed to relieve his mental stress in this way, and abusing the weak also brought him benefits.

The setting of his title skill, "Villain Executioner," was that the more people he abused, the greater the attribute bonus he received.

Hei Shi Ti Dao stared intently at the white-coated dragon. During his conversation with his companion, the other party seemed to have learned his identity, but surprisingly didn't choose to quit?

Heh, hopefully... this time, I can play a little longer...

Hei Shi Ti Dao licked his lips, his arms and back rising in goosebumps from trembling excitement.

He handed the slip of paper with his personal introduction to the staff of the Watcher Society.

The latter didn't want to deal with this scum any longer, silently taking the paper and turning to Li Ang, verifying his identity before handing over the personal introduction.

"Hey, are you really going to fight him?"

Wan Li Feng Dao couldn't help but whisper a reminder, "You were indeed very strong in the Sheng Nan King's dream, but that was by using opportunistic methods like Ji Zhong Sheng Li, right? Interaction with the outside of the arena is not allowed on the arena.

This is only the first level.

Winning only has a tiny bit of benefit, and there's no penalty for quitting."

"I'll fight first and then talk."

Li Ang shrugged, kicked off the ground, and jumped onto the arena.

Hei Shi Ti Dao smiled coldly, his black robe fluttering, and lightly flew onto the arena.

He looked at the white-coated dragon opposite him and said indifferently, "If you surrender at this time, there might still be hope for rescue. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Oh."

Li Ang nodded and said, "I understand. Do you mean, 'If you surrender at this time, there might still be hope for rescue. Do you understand what I mean?'"

??

I didn't expect you to understand it like that.

Hei Shi Ti Dao opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping.

Li Ang said to himself, "I heard that you like to abuse newbies in the arena, right?

You could easily win, but you have to suppress your strength, pretend to be evenly matched with the newbie, deliberately let the other side score, let the opponent see hope, and refuse to surrender and withdraw from the competition.

You use this to slowly torture your opponents. Break their hands and feet, smash their internal organs, making their entire faces a bloody mess.

And then easily win."

"So what?"

Hei Shi Ti Dao shook his head and said indifferently, "The weak deserve to be deceived, exploited, and abused. They should be grateful that death doesn't occur in the arena. I'm teaching them how to survive in the Killing Game."

Li Ang smiled noncommittally, "You're so high-profile in your actions, aren't you afraid that someone will come forward to teach you a lesson?"

"I've memorized the names and characteristics of most of the experts in large organizations."

Hei Shi Ti Dao said indifferently, "If I encounter an expert, I will naturally quit the competition. Moreover, large organizations aren't so idle that they'll come to an arena where people don't die to uphold justice. I'm just making reasonable use of the rules."

Having said that, he didn't want to talk to Li Ang any longer. He raised his hand to signal to the commentator that he was ready for the match.

"Okay, everyone can see that the two players are ready. Player number one is the familiar Hei Shi Ti Dao. He is from Brazil, South America, currently level 17, and a well-known bounty hunter. Assassination, information theft, armed assault. No matter what kind of task, as long as the reward is in place, he can complete it for you."

The commentator, Speedwagon, said extremely quickly, "His player number is th34***0980. Those with commission intentions can apply for friendship through the player number."

"And our player number two..."

The commentator, Avdol, gritted his teeth and finished reading Li Ang's lengthy arena-specific name, quickly talking about the personal introduction written by Li Ang,

"Those who always say 'this generation of players is not as good as the previous generation' should look at you, just like me.

I look at you with envy.

The wealth accumulated by the Immaculate Furnace shop for two days,

All the unlicensed magic potions, body modifications, and strange medical techniques are like gifts specially prepared for you, which you can enjoy to the fullest.

Freely accept body modifications,

Become incredibly strong, have unlimited energy, don't need sleep, aren't afraid of fatigue, and can complete all the overtime tasks assigned by superiors,

Live on air and dew, and survive by photosynthesis alone,

Without needing superiors to pay salaries,

Just need to consider how to better dedicate and burn.

You have the rights that I once dreamed of,

The right to choose.

The weak are accustomed to ridicule and denial,

But the strong at heart are never afraid of seemingly terrifying body modifications.

The best scenery in the Killing Game is the newbies who have just entered the game,

Because of you, it symbolizes hope. Because of you, the Killing Game is no longer gloomy and terrifying, but becomes relaxed and peaceful.

Together with the shopkeeper of the Immaculate Furnace, towards the distant and unknown stars and seas! Advance!"

For some reason, when the commentator Avdol was reading this personal introduction full of槽点, he felt ashamed and embarrassed at first.

But later, he was gradually infected by the passionate emotions on the paper, feeling heroic and ambitious.

Standing on the arena, Li Ang nodded in satisfaction.

One of the main customer groups of the Immaculate Furnace is the newbie players who have just entered the game.

This positive advertisement should be able to get them to accept it.