He hadn't even truly struck yet. Merely with the aura released from within his body, he instantly killed Morgan Gibada, the President of the Oil Nation. As well as its number one powerhouse, a legendary-class professional, the Undead Swordsman.
If being killed within one second by an opponent's chain attacks could be called a "one-second kill", then Morgan Gibada, slain by the Flowing-Gold Warrior in a single blow, was already an instant kill.
He didn't even have a chance to resist.
Even the SSS-grade Undead Shield was utterly useless.
At this moment, the terrifying power erupting from within the Flowing-Gold Warrior left everyone on the battlefield utterly stunned.
And in the next second, an even more horrifying scene appeared.
After being slain, Morgan Gibada's corpse did not refresh. Instead, it knelt motionless on the ground.
The Flowing-Gold Warrior extended his left hand. A powerful gravitational force drew Morgan Gibada's body into the air, pulling it toward him.
It floated in front of the Flowing-Gold Warrior, hovering in midair.
Before the eyes of the world, white starlight suddenly drifted out from Morgan Gibada's body, flowing directly into the Flowing-Gold Warrior.
Moments later, Morgan Gibada crashed to the ground. His body turned instantly into a pile of white bones.
Crash!
Under scorching flames, even that last pile of bones was burned away, reduced to ashes and vanished.
Seeing this scene—
All the professionals on every side unconsciously stepped back several paces, terror written across every face.
Even the audience in the livestream, watching through the screen, sucked in sharp breaths.
["What the hell? Ignoring resurrection… straight to permanent death?"]
["Looks like none of the people who disappeared before ever came back. It must've been this guy killing them like this, permanent death!"]
["Is that guy absorbing souls? Bodies turning to bone and then vanishing, I've never seen a death like this before!"]
["Damn! That was the President of Oil, wasn't it? The President of the Oil Nation is just… gone?"]
Such a bizarre death method, plus permanent death, instantly numbed everyone present.
And seeing their own national president slain before their eyes, some Oil patriots on the field let their loyalty overcome their fear.
"Bastard! He killed the President!"
"Where are the warriors of the Oil Nation?"
"Brothers, charge! Kill that bastard and avenge the President! Even if we die for our country, it's a glorious death!"
From the crowd, dozens of Oil professionals grabbed their weapons and roared as they charged at the Flowing-Gold Warrior.
As for Flowing-Gold Warrior, in contrast, this was precisely what he wanted to see.
As soon as they stepped into attack range, he lifted his longsword.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
His body shot like lightning, darting rapidly through the crowd.
In an instant, thirteen Oil epic- and legendary-class professionals froze where they stood.
A second later, they all collapsed to the ground.
Like Morgan Gibada, their corpses did not refresh, but released streams of white starlight, which were absorbed into the Flowing-Gold Warrior.
Then, their remains were consumed by flame, scattering to ashes and disappearing.
Through his Devouring Body, after consuming the energy of thirteen human powerhouses in one stroke, the Flowing-Gold Warrior tilted his head back, his expression one of pure enjoyment.
"Thi-this is the purest power!"
"DELICIOUS. SO DELICIOUS!"
The horror and "perversion" of the Flowing-Gold Warrior made countless people tremble in fear.
Whether epic-class or legendary-class, even Oil's number one powerhouse, Morgan Gibada the Undead Swordsman, in front of him, all could only be killed in one strike.
Realizing the Flowing-Gold Warrior's unparalleled might, professionals of every Nation no longer dared to approach recklessly.
Once killed, not only would their strength be devoured, but they themselves would face permanent death.
Even the bravest, at this moment, calmed down.
Driven by fear, the professionals turned to escape.
"Run!"
"Retreat! Full retreat!!"
But facing the professionals madly fleeing in all directions, how could the Flowing-Gold Warrior possibly let this prey slip beneath his nose?
"I went through endless effort to lure you all into the Hell Arena, step by step leading you to the Ultimate Arena, just to set this great inescapable net."
"How could I possibly let you escape?"
"EAT THEM. EAT THEM ALL!"
As his words fell—
Behind him, the God of Wrath Jie'e, the God of Desire Wu'en, and the God of Malevolence Motan all began their slaughter.
ROAR! ROAR!
The nine-headed serpent, God of Malevolence Motan, stretched its nine heads infinitely, sweeping across the battlefield. In a flash, it snatched up nine professionals.
Its razor-sharp fangs chewed them to pieces, then tossed them before the Flowing-Gold Warrior.
SLASH!
With a single swordlight, the Flowing-Gold Warrior effortlessly harvested the prey, devoured them, then burned their corpses away with fire until nothing remained.
The God of Desire Wu'en flapped his three pairs of dark-golden wings and shot into the sky.
Hovering high above, he gazed down at the land, unleashing a constant dragon's roar.
On the ground, the professionals all raised their heads toward Wu'en.
Seeing this, Wolong immediately shouted to the crowd, "Don't look into its eyes!"
But unfortunately, by the time Wolong gave his warning, it was already too late.
The people, startled by the sound above, instinctively raised their heads. After locking eyes with the eighteen eyes on Wu'en's head, red light began to flicker in their pupils.
One by one, as if possessed, the professionals turned on each other, killing without distinction between friend and foe!
In the back, Hidden Dragon sighed, "Why won't they ever listen to warnings…"
For decades, he had fought countless times against the Three Main Gods. Among those present, no one knew them better than Wolong, Hidden Dragon, and Xuanlan.
Each of the Three Main Gods possessed an extremely unique and terrifying ability.
The God of Wrath Jie'e could freely take the form of anyone, and wield their combat skills.
The God of Malevolence Motan could multiply his own strength several-fold, even dozens of times, for short periods.
And the God of Desire Wu'en could release magic that drove all who met his eyes into frenzy, stripping them of self-awareness and throwing them into confusion.
Thus, on the field, all those who had just looked into Wu'en's eyes fell into madness, no longer distinguishing friend from foe, slaughtering each other.
Taking advantage of this, the God of Malevolence Motan scooped them up with his bloody jaws, tossing them before the Flowing-Gold Warrior as prey, to be slain and devoured.
By devouring these top professionals from across the Nations, the Flowing-Gold Warrior's power steadily rose higher and higher…
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