The dark fog hovering over the arena thickened, beginning to touch the ground. When the lightning from City Lord Wang Long's '9 Thunder Palm' surged toward the attackers, it seemed as though everything would be incinerated. But just then, the cultivators of the Blood Coffin Sect roared and formed an ancient seal.
"Blood Demon Protection Array!"
Dozens of cultivators, all at the Golden Core Stage, formed a circle. An impenetrable wall of blood-red energy erupted around them. The City Lord's lightning struck the wall and crackled violently, but failed to pierce it completely. The Elder, who was at the Spiritual Ring Middle Stage, let out a sinister laugh.
"Wang Long, your power is indeed admirable, but can you withstand this?" The Elder placed his hand on a massive black coffin behind him.
As the coffin creaked open, a terrifying figure emerged. It was a Blood Puppet, its skin as hard as iron and its eyes glowing like red embers. Its energy level was at the Spiritual Ring Peak—directly challenging the City Lord's might. Terror spread throughout the arena.
On the other side, Yan Kai Long sheathed his sword and turned to Ye Fang. His voice was grave. "Junior Brother Ye Fang, it seems we must halt our match here. These people are a threat not just to me, but to all of Sanmiao City. We must deal with these monsters first."
Ye Fang's face was flushed with anger. He was fuming internally, "Damn it! I was just about to complete my mission, and these blood-sucking bastards showed up to ruin all the fun! All my hard work down the drain!"
At that moment, a cultivator from the Blood Coffin Sect, puffed up with arrogance, descended near the arena wall and shouted, "Hey, brat! If you want to save your life, get on your knees!"
Ye Fang's patience snapped. He took a step forward with the speed of lightning. Before the cultivator could even comprehend what was happening, Ye Fang's fist slammed into his chest.
BOOM!
The cultivator went flying like a cannonball, embedding several feet into the reinforced stone wall of the arena. His bones were shattered, and he lost consciousness instantly.
Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in Ye Fang's mind, and a golden screen flickered before his eyes. Little System's chirpy voice rang out:
"Congratulations, Host! You have successfully defeated 10 cultivators. Your mission is complete, and the rewards have been unlocked!"
Ye Fang froze. He was completely stunned. He asked in his mind, "What?! The mission is complete? But I haven't even defeated Yan Kai Long yet! Did I just have to defeat anyone? I thought I had to defeat the person I challenged."
Little System giggled in response. "Oh, you silly Host! When did I ever say you only had to defeat the person you challenged? My mission was simple—defeat 10 people. You defeated 2 guards at the gate, 6 in this arena, one ran away out of fear, and as soon as you hammered this tenth guy into the wall, the count was complete! You could have defeated any random person."
Ye Fang clutched his head. "So you mean I was working this hard for nothing? Why couldn't you tell me this earlier?"
Despite arguing with the System, a strange smile now played on his lips. The mission was complete, and new powers were coming his way. He clenched his fists and glared at the Elders of the Blood Coffin Sect.
"Now, none of you will be spared," Ye Fang muttered. His true rampage was about to begin.
The Rain of Rewards
The Sanmiao City Arena now looked as terrifying as a crematorium. A mist of blood hung in the sky, and below, City Lord Wang Long was using all his might to hold back that massive 'Blood Puppet.' But in a corner of the arena, amidst the dust and rubble, Ye Fang stood completely detached from the world. The System screens before him—in shades of blue and gold—were flashing frantically.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
Little System's voice echoed in his mind like a festival celebration.
"Host! You were amazing today! The moment you pinned that tenth cultivator to the wall, the stars of the universe aligned in your favor. A rain of rewards is coming—get your pockets ready!"
A deluge of data surged before Ye Fang's eyes. He stood paralyzed as he saw the list of rewards. These weren't just prizes; these were powers capable of rewriting the laws of fate itself.