Zheng Zheyu imdiately showed impatience and turned to the halfling beside them, saying, "Halfling, haven't you introduced the rules to the newcors yet?"
"Sorry, the two competitors have just leveled up, and many things haven't been conveyed to them yet," the halfling explained with a nod. "As S-level competitors, as long as you maintain your S-level ranking, you can earn exchange points at the end of each week. You can use these points to redeem items for cultivation or healing in the White Abyss Arena."
The halfling was quite familiar with the situation at each level and even seed to be looking forward to the drama.
"Mr. Fang and Mr. Simone, based on your current levels, you can earn 1,090 and 1,000 points respectively per week. The points will be directly bound to your invitation card."
"Additionally, after advancing to S-level as competitors, you will be required to participate in at least three matches per week. Refusing to compete will be considered a default loss."
Simone, noticing the barely concealed hostility in the gazes of those around him in the hall, said, "Let's put that aside for now. Halfling, is this behavior allowed in the arena?"
"As long as it's mutual sparring and doesn't result in death, the arena managent generally doesn't interfere. Also, within the arena, competitors are allowed to trade points with each other."
"Is that so..."
Simone relaxed his clenched fists, adjusted his shoulders, and assud a combat stance.
Only 1,000 points, and they wanted half of it right off the bat?
Why should they?
Zheng Zheyu looked at their defiant expressions and said, "It's just a communication fee. I advise you to pay this fee obediently. If you do, you might be included in future opportunities..."
"Zheng Zheyu, you're talking too much."
The elder raised his hand to stop Zheng Zheyu from continuing, "Gentlen, every place has its rules. Paying this fee will ensure your safety here. Since this is your first ti here, there are many things you're unaware of. We in Area A should be united."
Zheng Zheyu, seeing that Fang Heng and Simone remained unmoved, threatened coldly, "Quite stubborn, aren't you? It's just an S-level world boundary force... To be honest, it's quite an achievent for you to have made it this far. I heard that you'll be having your next match in half an hour, right? Your opponent is from Area D. If you enter the arena injured, well, the outco could be..."
"You seem to know quite a bit," Fang Heng said, turning to the halfling beside him, "Did you share this information with them?"
The halfling nodded, "If you spend so points, this information is available in the database."
"Do you all disregard personal privacy so much..." Fang Heng shrugged and continued, "Alright, what happens if soone accidentally dies during a sparring match?"
The halfling was surprised by Fang Heng's confidence but quickly nodded, "Casualties can happen during sparring. That's why each floor has its supervisor. If a fight escalates to life-threatening levels, the supervisor will intervene. Generally, the White Abyss Arena won't hold you responsible."
"Got it."
As soon as Fang Heng's words fell, his figure instantly vanished.
What the—
Everyone's expressions changed dramatically.
They suddenly realized they had lost sight of Fang Heng.
A loud shout echoed.
"It's a soul body! Be careful!!"
Whoosh!!
In an instant, Fang Heng appeared behind the leading elder.
Death God's scythe!
The phantom of Death God appeared behind the elder, and the death scythe swung through the air, slicing with a dark gleam.
"Bang!!!"
The protective talisman in front of the elder sensed the danger and exploded violently!
The dark aura of death surged outward, and the intense ripple from the close-range attack sent the elder flying backward with a powerful crash!
"Puh!"
The elder, severely injured, spat a mouthful of blood, his face turning as pale as a sheet!
At this mont, everyone in the hall finally saw Fang Heng's true form as a soul body through so ritualistic ans.
It was Death God!
No one expected Fang Heng to take the initiative in front of so many people.
Moreover, his actions were so elusive and ghostly!
He had managed to seriously injure Elder Shen with just a single move!
What the hell!
This was supposed to be a re S-level world boundary.
How could such a powerful human appear here!?
"Elder Shen!"
"Stop him!"
But Fang Heng's speed was faster than anyone had anticipated. In a brief mont of hesitation, Fang Heng vanished from sight again. In the next instant, he materialized behind the elder like a wraith.
"Stop!"
A loud shout suddenly rang out.
Fang Heng smirked coldly.
Hehe!
He swung Death God's scythe once more!
"Chi!"
Another dark gleam cut through the air.
This ti, there was no violent explosion, only a soft "chi" sound.
A dark mark appeared on the elder's neck. His eyes lost their light, his body stiffened rapidly, and he fell to the ground, completely silent.
Whoosh!
A middle-aged man wearing a tusked mask darted out from the back of the hall, his eyes filled with anger as he fixed his gaze on Fang Heng.
"I told you to stop!"
"Hmm, I heard you. But who are you?"
Fang Heng raised his head, his eyes gleaming with a dark light.
The elder seed to possess so sort of special life-preserving ability. His soul body was trying to break free from the realm of death and escape from the hall.
Whoosh!
Fang Heng quickly reached out, gripping the empty air.
"Bang!"
The elder's soul body was instantly obliterated.
[System Notification: The player has guided a specially affected soul (A-level) into the death realm. The player has obtained commander-tier Death God bloodline experience points 10,000.]
The middle-aged man with the tusked mask realized that the soul body in the air had been obliterated. His brow furrowed as he looked at Fang Heng, "Killing soone is one thing, but erasing their soul body as well? Isn't that a bit too ruthless?"
"Life, death, illness, and aging are all part of the cycle of reincarnation. Disrupting the rules is not allowed in our death realm."
Fang Heng slowly shifted back to his human form and turned to face the masked man, "It's rather amusing for you to lecture about cruelty when I'm a Death God."
"Hmph, I'm not here for a verbal duel. Rember this—I am an Overseer of the 62nd floor."
The middle-aged man in the tusked mask gave a cold humph.
As an Overseer on the 62nd level, he had grown complacent due to the previous years of stability. He hadn't expected that the two newcors would be so formidable, quick to resort to violence at the slightest disagreent.
Moreover, their strength far exceeded his expectations. By the ti he realized sothing was wrong and tried to intervene, it was already too late.
He had effectively wasted a potential demonic seed.
"Don't think that just because you're a Death God you can act with impunity here. In the White Abyss Arena, no one can keep winning forever. Your power has exceeded the limits of this place. You should level up and leave quickly. Also, don't continue your killing spree here, or don't bla for being unsympathetic."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man in the fanged mask slowly faded into nothingness, completely disappearing.
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