Chapter 202 – Your Transformation Doesn’t Look That Impressive

“Whoosh—”

A powerful aura burst forth from the Bald Middle-aged Man, revealing a foxlike True Intent.

But before it could solidify for even a second, Lu Yuan crushed it with his bare hands.

“Boom!”

“Crack—”

With a casual twist, Lu Yuan snapped the Bald Middle-aged Man’s neck and threw him away like trash.

Lu Yuan wasn’t inherently cruel or a wanton killer.

If someone’s neck is broken and they receive timely medical attention, they might survive. However, if someone else takes advantage of the situation to attack, that’s not Lu Yuan’s responsibility.

The confrontation between Lu Yuan and the three others seemed lengthy but, in reality, lasted less than two minutes.

For the three of them to rush up from below and ambush Lu Yuan in such a short time, it showed that they were competent experts among the blood warriors.

Many people below had witnessed the combat between the three and Lu Yuan.

After defeating all three consecutively, Lu Yuan’s presence reached an apex.

Standing on the small platform midway up the pyramid, he gazed down at the crowd with calm eyes.

An invisible aura emanated from him.

To the blood warriors below, it felt as though a massive wave was surging up behind Lu Yuan and then silently cascading down the sides of the platform.

The oppressive atmosphere made everyone who looked up at Lu Yuan feel suffocated, halting their steps, too afraid to advance.

At the base of the pyramid, the red smoke continued to churn upwards, gradually consuming each blood warrior it touched.

Everyone struggled to climb higher, trying to escape the encroaching smoke.

But as they climbed to a certain level, they all clustered together, hesitating to move forward.

Those at the bottom, with their backsides singed by the red smoke, cursed loudly and shoved. Yet those at the top seemed rooted to the spot, unable to budge.

From an outsider’s perspective, the lower part of the pyramid presented a bizarre scene.

Despite the advancing red smoke pushing them towards elimination, all the blood warriors were jammed together.

It seemed as though an invisible wall stood before them, creating a peculiar vacuum zone between the crowd and the platform where Lu Yuan stood.

Lu Yuan calmly scanned the crowd below.

Then, he turned around.

Step by step, he began to ascend to the top of the pyramid.

“Uh…”

Lin Zhiqin stood atop a three-story building, with milky red smoke flowing beneath his feet.

The entire city without a roof had been completely submerged.

His gaze was fixed on the figure slowly ascending the steps of the pyramid. His mouth was slightly open, and a indescribable feeling of unease churned within him.

“He’s about to reach the top…”

Only now did Lin Zhiqin understand what Lu Yuan meant when he asked him to wait below.

Lu Yuan didn’t want him to take any risks; he intended to reach the top alone and win this blood battle.

Yes, given Lu Yuan’s capabilities, he indeed had a better chance.

But…

“What about the Divine Blood?”

Lin Zhiqin instinctively looked at the giant screen at the pinnacle, where the name “Feast Eater” was prominently displayed at the top of the rankings.

Behind it, the accumulated Victory Points were… 4752!

“Not enough… still not enough…”

Lin Zhiqin’s face turned pale, and his hands clenched into fists, his lips trembling slightly beneath his mask.

The exchange price for Divine Blood was 10,000 Victory Points.

Even if Lu Yuan won the blood battle in his place, it was still far from reaching the amount needed to save Lin Mo’s life…

It was still not enough!

A deep sense of helplessness enveloped Lin Zhiqin.

…..

“Interesting.”

At the top of the pyramid, Rage King’s eyes gleamed brilliantly as he slowly rose from the Throne.

He stepped to the edge of the summit, looking down coldly at the figure making its way closer step by step.

Finally.

Lu Yuan stood before him.

He stopped three steps away from the top platform of the pyramid.

Then, he looked up.

The eyes beneath the three-eyed goat head mask met the gaze behind the black iron mask in a silent confrontation.

Rage King unleashed his aura, trying to force the “Defiler” who had disrupted his peace from the very beginning to bow his head.

But no matter how intimidating his aura, surging like a stormy sea, the other stood there like a deep pool, without the slightest ripple or wave.

Rage King’s eyes grew colder, and he spoke in a detached tone, “Congratulations, Feast Eater. You have won the final victory of this Ultimate Blood Battle.”

Lu Yuan calmly met Rage King’s gaze, ignoring the aggressive and oppressive look directed at him, and simply asked, “So, is there a reward?”

“Reward?”

Rage King’s eyes flickered slightly, and he seemed to smile.

“Of course, there’s a reward.

The Victory Points you’ve accumulated in this blood battle can be used to exchange for anything on the prize list.

Wealth, Strength, power…”

“I want the Divine Blood,” Lu Yuan interrupted.

Rage King stopped speaking and looked at him quietly, his eyes quickly turning cold.

Soon, he spoke again in a measured tone.

“Sorry, no Divine Blood.

Although you’ve won, your performance was not outstanding enough to meet the exchange standard for Divine Blood. The Victory Points you have… are not enough.”

“Not enough?”

Lu Yuan murmured softly after receiving the answer, lowering his head as if in contemplation.

Rage King watched him coldly, a cold smile curling under his mask, disdain flashing in his eyes.

Heh…

Another fool attracted by the promise of Divine Blood.

Do they think transcending ordinary power is so easily attainable?

Having gone through just one Ultimate Blood Battle, do they naively believe they can ascend to his position?

These people are both innocent and foolish.

They don’t realize they’re nothing but playthings in a grand game, their weak and lowly bodies undeserving of the blessings of the great Deity of Hunting and combat…

As Rage King was lost in these thoughts, suddenly…

“Creak, creak, creak—”

A series of fine bone-cracking sounds echoed, and it felt as if a dense shadow was swiftly rising.

A powerful heatwave surged forward.

Standing on the steps below him, Lu Yuan’s figure, originally a head shorter than Rage King, began to swell rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, he grew to a height of 2.3 meters.

His hair grew wildly, reaching down to his waist, while his skin took on the dark red hue of molten lava…

“Huff—Huff—”

He breathed heavily, thick white steam pouring from his mouth and nose.

The once tight-fitting goat mask fell off automatically, revealing a face adorned with pulsing veins, fierce yet eerily handsome.

Third rank, Ultimate Transformation!

A terrifying aura like a massive wave of lava smashed into Rage King’s face.

The surrounding air warped in response.

Lu Yuan, with his demon-like body, took a step forward, closing in on Rage King.

He looked down, his eyes filled with coldness and fury fixed intently on him.

Then, he spoke each word deliberately and clearly.

“Including you… that should be enough, right?”

“Uh…”

Rage King stood dumbfounded, momentarily paralyzed by the sudden transformation before him.

He couldn’t process the shocking change in front of him.

At that moment.

“Whoosh—”

A scorching wind roared through.

A stifling sensation snapped Rage King out of his stunned state.

He caught a glimpse of a black blur from the corner of his eye, his pupils contracting instantly.

“Boom!”

Rage King’s entire body was sent flying like a sandbag by a powerful slap from Lu Yuan.

“Bang!”

Lu Yuan’s foot landed firmly on the pyramid’s top platform, crushing a large section of earth and stone.

“Dammit!”

With a furious roar, Rage King, who had been swatted away, charged back.

The eyes behind the black iron mask were filled with rage.

Then…

From right to left, Lu Yuan swung his arm with all his might.

The air cracked and burst with a series of explosive sounds, and a visible white wave rippled out.

“Smack!”

The slap landed hard on Rage King’s face, sending him flying again with such force that he crashed down below the pyramid’s platform.

The faint sound of a heavy object tumbling down the steps could be heard.

“Huff—Huff—”

Lu Yuan exhaled heavily, emitting rolling heat.

In his third rank Ultimate Transformation, his limit-broken constitution and limit-broken agility potential were fully unleashed.

Lv4 [special exertion], the ultimate exertion Effect was elevated to a completely new level.

The instantaneous Strength that erupted with each of his movements reached a level even he couldn’t comprehend.

Close to… a hundred tons?

Even if it hadn’t reached a hundred tons, it wasn’t far off.

After swatting Rage King away, the vast top of the pyramid was left with only Lu Yuan and a lean man wearing a silver sheep mask.

The latter stood frozen, staring at Lu Yuan with a dazed expression, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

The aura emanating from Lu Yuan was overwhelming.

He resembled a thousand-degree furnace in the midst of being forged, naturally radiating heat waves that engulfed the entire platform.

With each casual step he took, the surrounding rubble and stones automatically rolled aside.

The air around the contour of his body seemed to warp as if subjected to intense heat.

“Boom!”

With a resounding noise, a figure shot up into the sky and landed heavily in front of Lu Yuan.

It was Rage King, returning once again.

Rage King’s clothes were now completely torn away, and the black iron mask on his face was gone, revealing his scar-ridden, vein-bulging visage.

“Well, well, well!”

Rage King stood before Lu Yuan, and even at full power, his stature was still visibly smaller, as if a size too small.

His eyes were locked onto Lu Yuan, overflowing with unrestrained shock and horror.

“This Ultimate Blood Battle has been held for so long, and you’re the first participant who dared to attack a Spear Bearer!”

“Blood-burning Body!”

As Rage King spoke, he suddenly let out an angry roar.

A scarlet mist seeped from every pore of his body.

Stimulated by the blood mist, his already massive frame began to expand further.

“Creak, creak, creak—”

His over two-meter-tall body swelled, growing larger.

With each breath he took, he became even bigger than Lu Yuan.

“Whoosh—”

Rage King exhaled a puff of white steam, causing a gust of wind on the platform, displaying a lung capacity that was absurdly exaggerated.

The corners of his eyes split open, filled with densely packed bloodshot veins.

He resembled a primeval beast, exuding a colossal and terrifying presence.

“Creak, creak—”

Rage King twisted his neck, so thick it was almost indistinguishable, producing a series of horrifying bone crackling sounds.

Then, staring at Lu Yuan, his face twisted with protruding muscles, he revealed an exaggerated and ferocious grin.

“I haven’t fought anyone since I became a Spear Bearer. It seems that someone has forgotten my name… huh?!”

Before Rage King could finish his words, a fierce gust of wind hit him in the face. His pupils contracted sharply as he instinctively raised his hand to punch the massive hand coming at him like a dark cloud.

Then…

Fist met palm.

“Crack, crack, crack—”

Rage King’s arm lasted barely a tenth of a second before snapping like a brittle twig.

“Boom!”

The enormous palm struck his exaggeratedly muscular chest with a solid blow, causing it to cave in with a loud crack.

Rage King’s towering 2.4-meter figure flew backward like an overturned heavy machine.

With a clatter, he crashed into the Iron Spear Throne behind him.

Both man and throne tumbled into a tangled heap.

“You talk too much.”

Lu Yuan retracted his hand and slowly flexed his wrist.

The backlash from that initial impact had left his arm slightly numb and swollen.

Fortunately, his remarkable constitution allowed the discomfort to disappear in mere milliseconds.

With a calm expression, he walked leisurely toward Rage King.

As he approached, he saw Rage King lying on the ground, gasping for breath with an expression of shock and utter disbelief.

Lu Yuan glanced at him and then at the overturned Iron Spear Throne beside him.

After a moment of thought, he spread his arms and lifted the massive iron throne with sheer force.

“Ugh, ugh…”

Rage King’s eyes widened in an instant as he helplessly watched the huge shadow of the throne pass over his body and face.

A cold and indifferent voice accompanied the scene.

“Your transformation… doesn’t look that impressive, does it?”

Then…

The enormous Iron Spear Throne came crashing down.

“Boom!”

The moment the throne hit the ground, the entire top platform of the pyramid shook violently.

Rage King’s arms and legs jerked upward, convulsing from the impact.

In the vast underground space, thousands of spectators and Bloody Battle participants were rendered speechless.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene unfolding before them.

Their hearts… resonated with the crash of the Iron Spear Throne…

throbbing intensely.