Chapter 1940: Chapter 1939: Blood Blossoms Fly

"If you’ve got the guts, come out and fight me for three hundred rounds!"

"You turtle bastard, all you know is hiding!"

The three of them cursed furiously.

Wang Ye’s voice rang out on the arena again. He hooked his finger.

The blood in the three men’s bodies suddenly got yanked out.

It flew out through their pores.

"This..."

"My blood."

"I concede, spare me!"

They felt the fresh blood in their bodies draining at high speed.

Blood Qi filled the arena.

Terror flashed in the three men’s eyes.

At this rate, their blood would definitely be sucked dry.

Seeing this, Wang Ye smiled faintly and thrust out a palm.

The three of them, together with the Blood Qi on the arena, were all slammed back into the platform.

Even more bizarre, that Blood Qi actually flowed back into the three bodies.

Only when they landed on the ground did the three finally stop panicking; cold sweat was already pouring down their foreheads.

This scene set off a huge uproar.

Who could have imagined one person would crush four thousand people in less than a moment?

The spectators immediately swarmed over toward the Shura Arena.

Wang Ye drew in the gazes of no less than tens of thousands.

In contrast, the other arenas...

Although there were people fighting on those platforms, no one was watching; they were putting on a show for themselves.

"So damn awesome, too strong, you can’t not accept it."

"If he can beat a few more, he’ll hit four thousand and qualify for the finals."

"The tournament’s always been exciting, but this year’s Alliance Hierarch selection is the craziest yet."

"Being able to see such a magical Cultivation Technique—this trip was worth it."

"Big bro, please accept my kneecaps."

Everyone looked at Wang Ye with complicated expressions.

Wind rose within the Blackwater Secret Realm, whipping Wang Ye’s long robe so it fluttered.

They couldn’t see Wang Ye’s face, but his spirit and bearing were on full display.

This aura alone made countless heroes and experts want to kneel and submit.

"This..."

Zaxi He gradually calmed down.

The rage that had clouded his head cooled to ice.

He no longer had any intention of stepping onto the arena to fight Wang Ye one-on-one.

But... was he really going to concede just like this?

Was this really his fate?

Zaxi He was torn up inside.

On one hand he wanted to challenge fate; on the other, his heart shrank at how strong his opponent was.

"This man will definitely make it into the finals."

Meisha had already made up her mind.

For some reason, she actually felt a sense of familiarity toward the man on the platform.

It was as if she’d seen him somewhere before.

She scanned the surroundings, searching for Wang Ye’s figure, but couldn’t see even a Shadow.

Why hasn’t Sect Master Wang come yet?

If Sect Master Wang were here, the two of them working together might actually have some chance of beating this guy.

The Sword Immortal bit down on her lips, and the back that had been ramrod straight was now bent quite a bit.

She felt an intense pressure in her heart.

The man on the arena had unfathomable cultivation; she was definitely not his match.

Wang Ye’s finger then pointed toward the crowd in the north.

"You, come up together."

The group to the north, upon hearing this, no longer had the impulsiveness of the earlier bunch; all of them wore calm expressions as they weighed their options.

After a moment, someone finally spoke.

"Even if we go together, we might not be able to beat him."

"Not necessarily. We’ve already seen enough of his Cultivation Techniques."

"Right, we’ve basically figured out his Cultivation Techniques, but he knows nothing about us. We still have a chance."

"No. If we go all at once and still lose, he’s guaranteed a spot in the finals."

"Exactly. Better we go one by one—run a wheel battle and wear him down."

After a round of discussion...

None of them dared step onto the arena.

Seeing this, Wang Ye naturally understood what they were thinking.

But his strength had already reached the point where he could absorb all Spiritual Energy for his own use.

So what if it was a wheel battle?

He just didn’t want to waste too much time on these people.

Over the next stretch of time...

Everyone went up one at a time.

At this rate, it would take Wang Ye seven days and seven nights of fighting to make it to the finals.

But after three Hours of combat...

These people noticed something was off.

"Something’s wrong."

"I feel it too. After fighting for three Hours, this guy’s Spiritual Energy hasn’t weakened at all."

"On the contrary, our Spiritual Energy keeps dropping."

"If this keeps up, this mystery man is bound to win. We might as well all go up together—maybe we still have a shot at beating him."

After some discussion, the northern crowd leapt onto the arena one after another.

Seeing everyone soar up onto the platform...

Wang Ye also entered full combat mode.

"Beiming Fusion Technique."

As his words fell...

A vast blue Da Hai appeared upon the arena.

Over four thousand people were enveloped by the seawater.

"Not good, I feel the Spiritual Energy in my body being sucked out."

"What kind of Evil Techniques are these now?"

"Everyone, hurry and hide your Spiritual Energy, let’s see how he sucks then!"

"Easier said than done—how the hell do you hide Spiritual Energy?"

Everyone felt countless invisible hands stripping the Spiritual Energy from their bodies.

In an instant, they all became like sun-dried radishes, on the verge of collapse.

They were only breathing out, not breathing in.

Meanwhile, the Spiritual Energy in Wang Ye’s body was skyrocketing.

"Go."

These people’s Spiritual Energy was practically sucked dry; they were no different from ordinary folk now.

Wang Ye simply waved his hand.

A hurricane swept across the arena, and these people were directly blown off the platform.

"Ouch!"

"We really got screwed."

"Yeah, if I’d known, I wouldn’t have come."

"A thousand years of cultivation gone in an instant—my guts are turning green!"

The Blackwater Ten Saints saw that Wang Ye had fought his way through eight thousand people and obtained qualification for the finals.

They had no choice but to stand and announce:

"Hero, may we ask your name, so we can declare your entry into the finals?"

"That’s right, you’ve made it to the finals and we still don’t know what you’re called."

"Hero, you really are one hell of a mysterious man."

The Ten Saints teased him with broad smiles.

"Aren’t you? Who the hell is he anyway?"

"I lost this miserably; I at least deserve to know who I lost to, right?"

"He sucked my Spiritual Energy dry. If you don’t say your name, how is that fair to my Spiritual Energy?"

Tens of thousands of eyes all fixed on Wang Ye. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Meisha’s eyes were also full of curiosity.

She studied Wang Ye with great interest.

Who on earth was this man?

"I don’t know who he is, but he definitely isn’t a bad person. If he were really evil, he could’ve just sucked these people to death."

The Sword Immortal let out a breath. The man before her didn’t seem that cruel.

Zhao Daoran pricked up his ears to listen.

He also wanted to know who this man was, so he could send people to investigate this mysterious figure’s background.

If he didn’t even know the name, how was he supposed to arrange a killing?

Xia Yurou saw Wang Ye enter the finals, but her face didn’t show much surprise.

After all, the diligence and effort Wang Ye had put in were something most people could never match.

Him making it to the finals was only natural.