Despising women, the Ghost Woman was filled with anger.
To dare step into the arena, she naturally had enough confidence and was fully prepared.
Now, gritting her teeth in anger, she turned around, blocked with her hand, and swallowed something.
Dare to look down on women, I’ll show you my trump card.
"Your face is so red, are you excited?"
"I’m even more excited."
The way she walked was so enchanting.
Yet unbeknownst to anyone, the Fire Ghost was enduring immense pain within.
However, her expression of pain only drove the players below into a frenzy of howls.
It was utterly tantalizing.
The moment she stepped forward, this stunning beauty’s skin flushed red in just a few seconds, as if aroused, her eyes seductive like silk, as if they could drip water.
Had she taken some spring elixir? Perhaps an intensely potent one.
Swallowed three to five pounds directly?
"Begin!" the deputy guild leader unceremoniously shouted, hosting with aplomb.
Without hesitation, with abundant confidence.
No holding back, utterly impossible.
Not even a single notification, this was the Mad Demon Knife.
At this moment, the twisting, alluring beauty didn’t react.
Simply because it was too fast, unimaginably fast.
Upon striking, the level attributes of the Mad Demon Knife were unveiled without obstruction.
Clearly displayed within the Celestial Net authority of Small Knife.
Especially with this strike, even the saber technique was revealed.
Mad Demon Knife: Level 130, Third-Layer Innate Martial Artist, Self-Created Technique, Demon Nine Mad Knife (Innate Saber Technique, Great Perfection).
Mad Demon Knife? It is the Mad Demon Knife?
Some veteran players exclaimed loudly.
"One of the Thirty-six Loose Cultivators?" Small Knife recalled vaguely.
After all, he had read all the profiles of the Thirty-six Loose Cultivators.
However, most of these once-glorious loose cultivators had vanished from the Second World for various reasons.
It was only after Small Knife sold Spirit Water that some of them reappeared.
"The Thirty-six Loose Cultivators have varying levels, not all are strong in combat, but this one was among the top, famous alongside the Shadowless Sword, renowned as the Twin Blades and Swords.
In reality, a martial fanatic whose saber could once block Entry Spells, but was shattered, resulting in his demise. He claimed that if the saber had been better, he would have won.
He later ambushed an Immortal Master, broke through the Spirit Talisman shield with a single strike, split the Immortal Master in two with another, but then vanished. Who would’ve thought he joined the Holy Sanctuary Guild and became a Guardian?" Scarface spoke.
"Mmm, among the Thirty-six Loose Cultivators, more than a handful have died at his hands." Scarface couldn’t help but add another note.
Small Knife originally hoped he would enter the arena, Scarface had the same plan, but before he could, the Fire Ghost made the first move.
"His knife is still a Junior-level Magical Artifact. Although as an Innate Martial Artist he can’t fully unleash the artifact’s power without spiritual power, it shouldn’t break easily." Another player stepped up.
This man was lean and had a plain face.
He was the Shadowless Sword just mentioned by Scarface, once one of the top-tier strongmen among the Thirty-six Loose Cultivators.
Also a real-world martial artist, stemming from a family tradition.
However, due to excessive deaths, he stopped entering the Second World and only practiced sword techniques diligently in reality.
But after Small Knife’s Spirit Water appeared, he contacted Small Knife, obtained Spirit Water at a certain price, and became a member of the Little Knife Association.
He was very proud, reaching Great Perfection with his fast swordsmanship, breaking through the Hundred Level bottleneck into the Innate.
He insisted on a contract that forbade absolute kills, allowing him the chance to withdraw.
This is why other player forces didn’t recruit him.
Of course, Small Knife didn’t care too much, it was mainly Mountain Grass handling it.
The negotiation eventually agreed, as Mountain Grass planned to win over talent at great cost.
Of course, it wouldn’t be cheap for him since he wanted to leave, he had to repay double what’s gained here.
But this guy was confident, signing the contract.
And Small Knife didn’t have many strong players under him, let alone those who broke the Hundred Level bottleneck. Although he hadn’t met him, Small Knife still provided many benefits.
We are rich, if you can’t resist using it, you’ll owe it, but become stronger.
This becomes an addiction.
I have many good things here, the more you use, the stronger you become, yet the more you owe.
If you truly have the ability to pay back with interest and double repayment after leaving, Small Knife will accept.
Consider it leaving behind a good relationship.
At this moment, confirming it’s the fellow of equal renown, the Shadowless Sword was a bit excited, even touching his sword.
And his face couldn’t hide the excitement, filled with a strong intent to fight.
Unable to enter the Second World, he still diligently practiced swordsmanship in reality, due to family background but inherently being a martial fanatic.
He never had the chance to duel with the equally famous Mad Demon Knife, a lifelong regret.
"It’s okay, you can spar with him later, but your sword is too inferior." Small Knife commented, changing the system credit for an entry-level magical artifact-grade sword.
The Shadowless Sword froze.
His expression struggled as the value of the artifact was immense.
Calculating out, the interest naturally wouldn’t be small.
He was confident he killed an Immortal Master, but they were the worst ones without artifacts, and it was almost a surprise attack.
Once taking on an artifact, repaying it would be difficult.
However, he still chose to agree.
He then gave Small Knife a deep look.
The choice was in his hands, he could only acknowledge it.
That amazing strike stirred his emotions, he had to fight.
Even though he had less than a thirty percent chance of winning.
This is being a martial artist, a true martial artist.
At worst, he would slay an Immortal Master afterward to clear it.
On stage, the hundred-level mortal Ghost Woman was almost killed by that one strike.
The only reason she survived was the Spirit Talisman shield.
Having bravely stepped on stage to battle, the Ghost Woman naturally had confidence.
Otherwise, selling herself couldn’t repay the penalty for failing the task.
Even with confidence, she didn’t relax.
She had a Blood Refining Talisman protecting her body.
It was something she had prepared ahead of time, swallowing a Fire Attribute Spirit Stone beforehand to quickly succeed with the blood sacrifice.
Even so, as a mortal, she couldn’t maintain it for long.
Clearly, she was long dissatisfied, planning and scheming to enter the arena for the duel.
Small Knife’s high rewards and penalties for tasks were unanticipated but an opportunity for her.
But even so, the Ghost Woman was terrified by that strike, almost dying.
By then, she would only be able to pay with flesh.
The Spirit Talisman shield at an Entry Level was broken with one strike.
The residual force even left a bloody mark on her body, blood seeping out, reducing her health by a third.
This strike surpassed ordinary Entry Spirit Talismans by a margin, obviously a technique only an Immortal Master had.
And an Immortal Master’s Entry Skills rarely reached Perfection, the activation speed was far from this quick strike.
Even using a Spirit Talisman requires the injection of spiritual power, which takes time.
Hence, most Immortal Masters without artifacts would perish against him.
The Fire Ghost suddenly realized, if he could consistently unleash such Innate Blade Force, her original techniques stood little chance.
The Fire Ghost’s signature move, recklessly firing fireballs, weaker than true Entry Skills by three margins.
Would definitely be no match.
Immediately, she got furious, retreating at full speed.
At the same time, she reached out, firing a fireball.
The fireball was fifty percent bigger than a normal Entry Fireball Skill, its luster somewhat strange.
Stronger by fifty percent than her usual Fireball Technique, already surpassing ordinary Immortal Master’s spells.
It was her assurance.
"Interesting." Mad Demon Knife’s eyes lit up, slashing again.
The blade light flashed.
The fireball exploded.
He hadn’t held back earlier; the reason for only one slash was he thought one was sufficient.
Demon Nine Mad Knife, one blade following another, until the enemy is broken, he never stops.
No one knew that he once faced two Immortal Masters, slashing consecutively nine times, stopping at the eighth with the two Immortal Masters protected by Blood Refining Talismans killed.
The fireballs here continued one after another.
Each one was stronger by three parts than a regular Entry Skill.
The speed was fast, much quicker than ordinary Immortal Masters using Spirit Talismans.
Amidst Mad Demon Knife’s laughter, one blade followed another, each faster, becoming more formidable.
While the blade light didn’t grow stronger, the speed kept increasing.