bookbashuk Chapter 1719 Karo Makes His Move!
Chapter 1719 Karo Makes His Move!
Boom!
The four-armed demon exploded instantly.
His black flames scattered like dying embers, his body vanished into nothingness, and another large amount of Killing Points surged toward Max like crimson rivers of light.
[Participant: Max]
[Consecutive Victories: 8]
[Killing Points: 862,000]
At this moment, the entire Combat Hall had already become strangely quiet.
No one was treating Max's victories as luck anymore.
No one was thinking that his opponents were simply too weak.
The seventh battle had been easy.
The eighth battle had been easy.
Even after the demon side sent someone stronger, even after the opponent unleashed black flames and four-armed demonic combat arts, Max had still ended the fight with a single fist. The difference in strength was so clear that even the most arrogant demons could no longer deny it.
Karo, who had earlier smiled as if everything was amusing, finally narrowed his eyes slightly when Max's eighth victory appeared on the display.
He still did not move.
His smile remained.
But the amusement in his gaze had become sharper.
"Eight victories already," Karo muttered softly, his fingers tapping once against the armrest beside him. "Good. At least now, crushing him will be a little more meaningful."
Then came Max's ninth battle.
This time, the demon who stepped into the arena was not reckless. He was tall, thin, and covered in dark red markings, and unlike the others, he did not roar or mock Max the moment he appeared.
He simply stared at Max with cold eyes, then clasped his hands together and released a strange demonic domain that spread across the arena like a pool of blood.
The moment the domain appeared, countless blood-red chains burst out from the ground and wrapped toward Max's body, each chain releasing a thick aura of suppression that seemed designed to seal strength, restrict movement, and drain vitality.
For a brief moment, many participants thought this demon might at least force Max to take the battle seriously.
But that thought lasted only for a breath.
The blood-red chains wrapped around Max's arms, legs, waist, and neck, yet before the demon could reveal even a trace of satisfaction, Max took one step forward.
Crack!
The chains tightened violently.
Max took another step.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The chains began to split apart one by one.
The demon's cold expression finally changed as he poured more demonic energy into the domain, causing even more chains to rise from the ground and coil around Max's body like a blood-colored prison, but Max only continued walking forward.
His black dragon scales gleamed beneath the crimson light, his body stood firm under the suppression, and the terrifying physical power hidden inside him tore through the domain's restraint with brutal force.
Then Max raised his fist.
The demon's pupils shrank.
"No!"
Max punched forward.
Boom!
The blood domain shattered.
The chains shattered.
The demon shattered.
The entire arena shook as the force of the punch swept forward, and the ninth demon was obliterated into nothingness before he could even finish screaming. His Killing Points burst out like a crimson storm, and Max calmly absorbed them all while standing amid the collapsing remnants of the blood domain.
[Participant: Max]
[Consecutive Victories: 9]
[Killing Points: 1,000,000]
The moment the number appeared, the Combat Hall fell into complete silence.
One million Killing Points.
That number hung above the arena like a blazing declaration, crushing the arrogance of the demons, igniting the excitement of the humans, and making even the elves stare with solemn eyes.
For most participants, one million Killing Points was an almost unreachable amount, something that required countless battles, endless risks, and perhaps even several deaths to gather. Yet Max had reached it during his ninth consecutive victory, and he had done it with terrifying ease.
Nick stared at the display with his mouth slightly open.
Even though he had already been shocked again and again, this number still struck him hard. One million Killing Points meant Max had already entered an entirely different level from most participants in the Combat Hall. More importantly, Max had not looked exhausted.
He had not looked pressured. He had not even looked like someone who had fought nine battles in a row.
He looked calm.
He looked relaxed.
He looked as if the true battle had not even begun yet.
Inside the shattered arena, Max slowly raised his head and looked around the Combat Hall. His black dragon scales still covered his body, and the faint pressure of his bloodline spread from him like the silent breath of an ancient beast.
Demons avoided his gaze. Humans stared at him with blazing admiration. Elves watched him with narrowed eyes. Even Karo's smile had finally become a little more dangerous.
Max looked at the floating display showing his one million Killing Points, then smiled faintly.
"Nine victories," he said softly.
Then his gaze swept toward the demon side.
"One more."
At this moment, the silence inside the Combat Hall did not last for long.
Just as Max's words fell and his calm gaze swept across the demon side, a slow sound of footsteps echoed through the hall. It was not loud, but for some reason, every step seemed to fall directly upon the hearts of the watching participants, causing many of them to instinctively turn their heads toward the source of the sound.
The demons, who had been silent because of Max's terrifying nine consecutive victories, suddenly moved aside at almost the same time, and their expressions changed from anger and humiliation to fear, respect, and a faint trace of cruel excitement.
Karo had finally stood up.
He walked forward without any hurry, his tall figure moving through the demon crowd with lazy confidence, and unlike the previous demons who had entered the arena with furious roars and savage killing intent, Karo's expression was calm, almost pleasant, as if he was not walking toward a deadly battle but toward a prize that had already been prepared for him.
His dark hair fell loosely around his face, his crimson eyes carried a chilling amusement, and the faint smile on his lips made him look even more dangerous than those demons who shouted threats at the top of their lungs.
The moment he moved, the atmosphere changed.
The humans immediately became tense.
The elves narrowed their eyes.
Even Nick's expression sank.