Chapter 203 – Silver Spear Bearer, Congratulations on Unlocking a New Professional Panel

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

Lu Yuan grabbed the Iron Throne, which felt as heavy as a massive iron block, and slammed it down with force repeatedly.

His broad back and rippling muscles moved in unison, and the giant blood-red Lotus Eye on his back seemed to open and close slightly with each slam.

The terrifying Strength of nearly a hundred tons reverberated through the ground as the throne struck, creating spiderweb-like cracks radiating from the impact point.

The entire surface at the top of the pyramid was shattered into small fragments by Lu Yuan’s mighty blows.

The towering pyramid seemed to be slowly collapsing…

Everyone present was stunned.

They stared, dumbfounded.

After a brief moment of shock, someone in the audience let out an enthusiastic scream.

The entire venue erupted once more with wild cheering and shouting, akin to crashing waves.

The audience was practically ecstatic.

Initially, they thought the Ultimate Blood Battle had ended when someone reached the top.

Unexpectedly, there was a twist—the blood warrior started fiercely beating the Spear Bearer.

Wow, Mosa’s specially arranged grand finale was truly exciting. Though the ticket price for this blood battle was steep, it was absolutely worth it!

This intense atmosphere made the blood warriors momentarily lose their focus, plunging them into a state of deep self-doubt.

Was the Feast Eater beating the spear-wielding Throne-sitter just for show… an Effect?!

It couldn’t be… right?

But, considering the Feast Eater’s nearly outrageous Strength, maybe… it wasn’t entirely impossible?!

…

After a while, Lu Yuan felt the job was done. He casually tossed aside the Iron Spear Throne.

“Thud!”

The throne, now just a mangled chunk of iron, hit the ground with a heavy thud.

“Hmm?!”

Lu Yuan glanced down at Rage King, a look of slight surprise crossing his face.

Rage King’s Strength was just a bit higher than that of the Molybdenum Demon, stronger than an A+, but still not quite at level S.

In his third rank Ultimate Transformation state, Lu Yuan easily overpowered him.

What Lu Yuan did not expect was that.

After the pummeling he just delivered, which should have reduced even an iron man to a pulp…

Rage King was still not dead?

At this moment, Rage King lay quietly in a giant pit, completely unrecognizable.

His entire upper body and even his head had been utterly pulverized, resembling a pile of flesh.

Yet, covered by some sort of blood-red power, the wounds on Rage King’s body were healing at a visibly rapid rate.

Shattered bones fused back together, and pulverized muscles reformed…

This incredible scene left Lu Yuan astonished.

He suddenly remembered the information about the “Deity of Hunting and Combat” that Mosa worshipped—

Granting Followers an unquenchable fighting spirit and an indestructible physique.

“Is this the power of the evil deity that belongs to Mosa?

No wonder Lin Zhiqin would entrust Lin Mo’s last hope for survival entirely on Mosa’s Divine Blood…”

Lu Yuan suddenly didn’t hurry to make another move.

He wanted to see to what extent Rage King could recover under this power.

Lu Yuan quietly observed the changes in Rage King’s body.

He watched as the grievous wounds—so severe that even a Cyborg would need to be reconstructed—rapidly healed.

Right until Rage King’s upper body began to regain its original form, and then…

That blood-mist-like mysterious power abruptly disappeared.

“Depleted?”

Lu Yuan blinked, a guess forming in his mind.

“Snap—”

Deep in the massive pit, Rage King’s right hand fingers twitched slightly.

Then his eyeballs began to move.

Lu Yuan stepped back with interest, seemingly to give him space to recover.

“Clatter—”

The sound of falling rubble echoed.

Rage King stood up from the pit once more.

“Huff—huff—”

Rage King panted heavily, hunched over like someone just rescued from drowning.

His eyes fixated on Lu Yuan, filled with shock, disbelief, and a mix of anger and hatred.

“Well, you’re dead meat now.”

Rage King extended a bony finger, pointing at Lu Yuan.

At this point, he had “shrunk” considerably.

His skin clung tightly to his bones, making him look gaunt and skeletal.

“That blood-mist-like power comes at a cost, draining one’s vitality?”

Lu Yuan’s eyes sparkled as his mind quickly processed this information.

He was now deeply intrigued by the power of the evil deity that Mosa wielded. As for Rage King’s threat?

It meant nothing; he simply ignored it.

Would you care about a drowned rat baring its teeth at you after you just beat it senseless?

“Ah Ba La Si!…”

Rage King suddenly knelt on the ground, face upward, quickly chanting a string of strange and archaic words.

It seemed to be an Ancient Language.

Unfortunately, Lu Yuan had not specifically studied the history of the Mosa Sect and was completely unaware of the content of Rage King’s incantation.

As Rage King’s hoarse syllables burst forth one after another…

The atmosphere in the vast underground space quickly grew oppressive.

The clamor from the audience in the surrounding seats rapidly died down. Most of the spectators, mere ordinary people, began to show expressions of indescribable discomfort on their faces.

This feeling soon spread to the blood warriors.

The underground space became terrifyingly stifled.

It felt as if most of the air had been sucked out of the space in an instant, giving an overwhelming sense of dread similar to the moments before a terrible thunderstorm.

“@￥%…!”

Rage King shouted the last syllable of his chant and then let out a low, guttural roar, his face showing profound zeal and devotion.

Crossing his hands, he dug his ten fingers savagely into his chest.

“Rip”

The skin and flesh of his chest split open, pouring out thick, flowing blood.

After completing this ritual, Rage King stood up calmly, glaring at Lu Yuan with a strangely satisfied expression, sneering, “The great ‘Deity of Hunting and Combat’ will cast down the Spear of Judgment to punish you, the blasphemer of the Martial Rite! You, wait for your death!”

“Oh, really?”

Lu Yuan squinted his eyes, looking up at the massive black Goat Head statue above.

Lu Yuan could clearly feel the surge and condensation of that mysterious will within the atmosphere.

Strangely enough…

The sense of will he felt carried no hint of hostility.

Instead, it emanated a deeper level of scrutiny, acceptance, and… appreciation?

Even Lu Yuan found this feeling somewhat unbelievable.

“Though… I don’t quite agree with your notion. Still…”

Lu Yuan murmured, his expression calm as he gazed at the sneering Rage King before him, and softly said, “To be on the safe side, let’s do it this way.”

With that, Lu Yuan raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

“Snap!”

In his third rank Ultimate Transformation state, Lu Yuan’s snap caused an air explosion, erupting a noticeable white shockwave.

The very next second…

“Boom!”

A tremendous explosion echoed abruptly.

Following it, the ceiling of this underground space started to shudder violently, with large chunks of earth and stone tumbling down from the high ceiling.

“Crack, crack—”

Massive cracks appeared across the ceiling, and then…

“Boom!” With a colossal crash.

A huge section of the ceiling in the immense underground space shattered, creating a massive opening.

Bright daylight poured in from outside.

Suddenly, a gigantic silver-gray shuttle slowly edged through that opening.

From the shuttle, hundreds of figures dressed in black protective suits and armed with advanced weaponry descended like raindrops.

In mere seconds.

These individuals had formed a tight encirclement around the top of the pyramid.

Countless black gun barrels aimed at Rage King, with a dense array of infrared targeting dots covering his menacing, grinning face in a red speckled pattern.

From the enormous silver-gray shuttle, an enormous, several-barrel-wide silver cannon emerged smoothly and oriented itself.

Directly targeting the massive black Goat Head statue on the ceiling.

In an instant.

The entire underground space plunged into a deathly silence.

Rage King’s fierce and triumphant expression froze on his face, his eyes momentarily locked in a blank stare. He stood completely motionless, as if his system had crashed.

“Lord!”

A middle-aged man, exuding a chilling air of authority, stepped forward. His combat suit bore the emblem of Red Bear on the left side of his chest. He held a neatly folded black uniform with both hands.

Approaching Lu Yuan, he respectfully bowed his head and said, “Please, give the next command.”

“No rush.”

Lu Yuan waved his hand nonchalantly.

He lifted his head, narrowing his eyes as he fixed his gaze on the enormous Goat Head statue for a moment.

Then, turning his attention back to Rage King, he said casually, “Let him continue his performance.”

“Yes.”

The middle-aged man from Red Bear nodded in acknowledgment, maintaining his position with the uniform in his hands and standing upright.

His attention was laser-focused on the shuttle overhead, seemingly ready to give the order to fire at any second.

“Uh, uh, uh…”

Rage King’s throat seemed to choke on something, unable to produce a single coherent syllable.

After a brief moment of stupor, he snapped back to his senses.

Determined, with a flicker of ruthless resolve on his face, he fiercely tore at his chest.

This time, it wasn’t just the skin and flesh. He ripped open his entire chest, revealing his still-beating organs inside.

“@！”

Rage King let out an almost crazed, guttural scream.

Instantaneously, the mouth of the suspended Goat Head statue above emitted a blinding silver light.

Upon seeing the silver light, Rage King reacted like a drowning man who had just found a lifeline, his grotesquely twisted face breaking into a frenzied grin.

“Hahaha, Silver Judgement! You’re done for! You’re dead! What does it matter how many people you have?… No one can save you now! Haha…”

As the silver light grew increasingly intense, the expressions of all the Yellow Bear members tensed up, and the face of the middle-aged man from Red Bear turned serious. His lips moved as if he was about to say something.

But he was stopped by a gesture from Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan kept his eyes fixed on the blossoming silver light, the intensity in his gaze increasing in tandem.

Finally.

When the silver light reached its peak, and Rage King’s face was contorted with the utmost ecstatic joy…

A streak of silver lightning shot out from the mouth of the colossal Goat Head statue, hurtling fiercely toward Lu Yuan.

“Crack—”

When all the light dissipated and everyone’s vision returned, a breathtaking scene unfolded before their eyes—

Standing over two meters tall, with long hair cascading down to his waist, Lu Yuan stood tall and commanding. On his back was a massive blood-red Lotus Eye, imbued with a demonic allure.

His right hand was raised high above his head.

Between his five fingers, he tightly grasped an ancient, silver spear.

An inexplicable aura flowed between him and the spear, spreading outwards, compelling deep reverence and awe from everyone present.

Suddenly, a figure came stumbling up from the base of the pyramid, crashing to their knees before Lu Yuan with a “thud.”

It was the slender man wearing the silver sheep mask who had previously served Rage King.

Now, trembling all over, his eyes behind the mask were filled with intense fanaticism and awe.

He kowtowed towards Lu Yuan, his voice shaking as he cried out, “Praise…Praise Lord Silver Spear Bearer!”

Rage King’s expression froze entirely, his hollow eyes reflecting the image of Lu Yuan holding the silver spear.

It was as if his spirit and essence were drained in an instant.

“Plop.”

He collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

The members of Yellow Bear were all engulfed in profound shock.

The closest middle-aged man from Red Bear was the first to snap out of his stunned daze.

Approaching cautiously, he softly called out, “Lord…”

Lu Yuan detached himself from the strange state he was in.

With his arm slowly lowering the silver spear, he began to shrink rapidly. In less than a second, he transformed from his over two-meter-tall, demonic form back to his original fair and handsome appearance.

“Swish—”

With a casual motion, Lu Yuan grabbed the black cloak from the middle-aged man from Red Bear.

It was a wide, black cloak.

He draped it over his shoulders nonchalantly.

The man from Red Bear, half-bowed, pointed to the nearby collapsed Rage King and the deeply prostrated man in the silver mask, respectfully asking, “How should we handle these two?”

Lu Yuan glanced over indifferently, responding rather lazily, “Don’t bother with that one. The other… capture him and send him to the Research Group for human experiments.”

“Understood.”

At this moment, Lu Yuan’s mind wasn’t on those matters at all.

His full attention was on his professional panel.

Displayed prominently was a new update—

[Congratulations, you have unlocked a new professional panel—Spear Bearer (Extraordinary)!]