Chapter 1191: Chapter 1177: Crushing Defeat for the Gu Man Family

After killing Aglir, Baiyu lifted his rage state, and the Black Moon Death Struggle dissipated at that moment.

He picked up the clothes from the ground and put them on.

Then he looked at the referee beside him with a relaxed expression, "Announce it."

The referee glanced over and only found half of Aglir’s body, a truly tragic death.

"Baiyu wins. Will the Ancient Barbarian Clan continue to send challengers? You have four slots left."

For a moment.

All eyes turned to the Ancient Barbarian Clan, focusing on the hunched old man among the burly men.

He was the Patriarch of the Ancient Barbarian Clan.

Aglir.

Was the strongest of the younger generation that he brought this time.

Unfortunately.

He still failed to gauge the depths of the opponent.

The black fog was too enigmatic.

If the battle continued, the Ancient Barbarian Clan might experience more deaths—not might, but definitely will.

The opponent’s strength is vigorous, their ability mysterious.

A terrifying enemy.

The Ancient Barbarian Clan can only use their lives to force out the opponent’s trump card, gauge their depths, and have a hope of victory.

But if they don’t proceed.

This is already their last chance to challenge; failure means they lose all hope of occupying the seat of the Forgotten Association.

This will inflict a greater blow to the Barbarian Race.

Losing the Forgotten Association seat could even lead to the decline of the entire clan.

"Ata Stone, it’s your turn to prove our Ancient Barbarian Clan’s honor."

The Patriarch of the Ancient Barbarian Clan spoke in a deep voice.

The burly man called Ata Stone stepped forward slowly, his physique as robust as Aglir, his muscles knotted like intertwined roots.

Baiyu took a deep breath.

Black Moon Death Struggle was used again, covering the battlefield, with the situation inside shielded from outside view.

"It’s absurd; this monster is practically a battle machine. Is he really planning to challenge an entire clan by himself?"

"It’s not just one clan; he has to defeat four clans to earn the seat. He’s only beaten one so far."

"If it were us, we could probably only defeat one or two clans at most?"

Outside.

There were quiet discussions.

Some who had extreme confidence in themselves were intrigued by Baiyu.

In a short time.

The black fog dispersed, Ata Stone’s body lay on the ground, already lifeless.

The most terrifying aspect of facing Baiyu is the zero survival rate.

Because once enveloped by the black fog.

Even attempting to concede was beyond reach. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

That means, between the two on the stage, one must die for the battle to end.

This is a true death struggle.

"Asavi, it’s your turn."

The Patriarch’s voice grew even lower as he stared intently at Baiyu’s figure, as if trying to discern something.

By now.

They had no retreat options; even if five people died, they must win this round and secure the slot formerly belonging to the Bain Clan.

However.

This time, Asavi lasted an even shorter period, nearly twenty breaths before the battle concluded.

"Patriarch, let me go!"

At this moment.

Someone from the Ancient Barbarian Clan wished to step onto the stage voluntarily.

With three consecutive deaths, those remaining were sure to harbor death wishes when going onstage.

Patriarch Arel shook his head, "None of you are his match; going up would only be a needless sacrifice."

"Dying on the battlefield is the highest honor for every Ancient Barbarian!" the man insisted.

"No need... I think I’ve figured him out."

Arel stood up from his seat, a body frail and old beneath the vast robe, with wrinkled skin and shrunken muscles.

"Patriarch!"

A group from the Ancient Barbarian Clan exclaimed.

"I’ll personally compete in this round," Arel said slowly, "If I lose, we concede; the fifth round need not occur.

Of course.

I will not lose.

Because it concerns the survival of the Ancient Barbarian Clan, we are warriors who have emerged from the harshest survivals!"

Rustle.

Arel flung his robe aside with his right hand, taking firm steps into the crimson light curtain.

"Arel of the Ancient Barbarian Clan, please enlighten me."

The old man slowly bowed.

Baiyu’s expression became solemn, gravely saying, "Geman."

Fury flashed in the old man’s eyes.

In this setting, merely stating one’s name without background is a form of disdain.

Though the opponent had slain three from the Ancient Barbarian Clan.

It did not imply that he could trample upon the clan’s dignity.

"Bold young one, today I will show you that there are many things you cannot challenge!!"

Arel shouted, and at once, his desiccated body swiftly expanded, muscles bulging as Blood Qi surged within, as if returning to his peak youth.

Bang!

In the next instant, Arel moved.

His body shot out like a cannonball, leaving shattered pits underfoot, an endless momentum like a meteor hurtling at Baiyu.

At this moment.

Baiyu didn’t even have time to activate the Black Moon Death Struggle.

Oppression!

The opponent’s oppressive force was overwhelming, even prompting Baiyu to feel he must immediately activate the Golden Mode to fight him.

Therefore.

Baiyu chose not to play this game with him.

"Law of Heaven and Earth!"

Baiyu’s body released Black Moon Divine Power, and behind him, a massive silhouette of the Black Moon Giant formed, a presence so towering that the majestic hall could scarcely contain it.

Everyone inside the hall was astounded.

Boom.

In that instant.

The giant’s palm crashed forward.

The huge palm struck Arel directly, smashing him into the ground, stirring up clouds of dust.

Pu!

The bloodied Arel in the pit showed no visible injuries, yet his mouth spewed blood like a fountain.

Piercing pain spread throughout his entire body.

A wave of long-forgotten fear rushed over him.

Yet Baiyu dared not yet relax, the opponent’s strength was formidable, to relax now would be to gamble with his life.

Thus.

Behind Baiyu, the shadow of the Black Moon Giant continuously hammered down, punch after punch, nearly smashing the entire hall apart.

The pit created grew larger and larger.

Arel’s form inside was no longer visible.

After pounding down dozens of punches, Zhou Yi gradually paused, constantly monitoring movements inside the pit, ready to initiate another attack at any moment.

After all.

According to the no visible injury theory, the opponent very likely still retained the capability to continue fighting.

"Help... referee, I... I concede."

At this moment.

From the pit came Arel’s intermittent voice.

The referee quickly decided, "Arel concedes, Geman wins!"

Baiyu took a deep breath, dispersing the Law of Heaven and Earth state.

Only to see the referee and two medical personnel from the Ryan Clan swiftly entering the crimson light curtain to carry out Arel’s bloody form.

The opponent’s breath was already on the verge of disappearing.

A few more punches, and there truly would be no return.