Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings

The chubby old man stood by, listening to the arrangements made by the Second Elder of the Void Race.

He thought to himself, this Void Race is pretty smart, they seem to have some brains.

The chubby old man could be considered well-versed; in all the people he had met, only humans calculated like this.

The Void Race had never schemed like this before.

After the Second Elder of the Void Race completed all the arrangements, the chubby old man said to him, ”Very well arranged, but don’t arrange it again next time.”

”In the Returning Ruins Arena, there is no distinction between strong and weak.”

”Returning Ruins Arena is a place of equality for all beings. What does equality for all mean?”

”It means that no matter your realm, once you enter the Returning Ruins Arena, you are suppressed to the same level.”

”This level is limited by the weakest.”

The Second Elder of the Void Race did not agree with the chubby old man’s words.

”No!”

”Having the same realm doesn’t mean having the same strength. Otherwise, why compete?”

”Courage, combat experience, and techniques are all factors influencing the strength of both sides. My arrangement is absolutely the most advantageous for us,” the Second Elder of the Void Race retorted.

He arranged for the tribesmen to deal with Nato and Kong Xuan, who were the weakest in overall strength.

The chubby old man thought for a moment and felt that the Second Elder of the Void Race had some valid points.

He nodded and said, ”Very well, if the rules don’t prohibit it, it’s all good.”

The arrangements of the Second Elder of the Void Race did not affect the rules.

Since it didn’t affect the rules, he naturally had no reason to stop it.

As the banker of the Returning Ruins Arena, it didn’t matter to the chubby old man who won or lost between the fighting parties.

Soon, under the supervision of the Second Elder of the Void Race, numerous tribesmen of the Void Race wrote down their names and their targets’ names on the stone tablet.

Before the duel began, the Second Elder of the Void Race approached those who wrote down the names of Nato, Kong Xuan, and Monk Fusheng, and instructed, ”After a few moves, surrender quickly.”

”Remember, preserve a useful body to revive our Void Race.”

”If you make a useless sacrifice, even if you die in battle, you are traitors of the Void Race, and you must be expelled from the Void Race.”

According to the rules of the Returning Ruins Arena, each person could only enter the Void Arena once.

The Second Elder of the Void Race wasn’t sending these tribesmen to die.

Rather, it was to waste the opportunities for Nato, Kong Xuan, and others to enter the Void Arena.

But evidently, even knowing they were up against invincible opponents like Nato and Kong Xuan, these Void Race people would rather die in battle than surrender.

There’s no first place in literary, no second place in martial pursuits; even if they didn’t know each other, no one would want to surrender before fighting.

The two sides bore deep-seated grudges, naturally fighting to the death.

Surrender.

To them, this was a disgrace to the Void Race.

However, under the threats of the Second Elder of the Void Race, they finally put away their expressions of heroic sacrifice.

After all, even dying in battle would expel them from the Void Race; this threat was quite effective.

As all the fighters wrote their names completely.

This round of duels was about to begin.

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Returning Ruins Arena.

In each of the zones, the tribesmen of the Void Race were ready.

At the same time.

The numerous disciples of Wa Huang, the Demon Lord, and the Buddha vanished into thin air.

In fact, some disappeared right in front of the Buddha and Wa Huang.

The Buddha and Wa Huang were also dumbfounded, not knowing what had happened.

When the disciples disappeared before their eyes, they tried to stop it, but were utterly helpless.

Meanwhile, inside the Returning Ruins Arena, both sides of the duel encountered each other.

In a duel field.

Nato frowned, looking coldly at the Void Race before him, and asked: ”What is this place, what do you want to do?”

Before the Void Race person in front could speak, the voice of the chubby old man sounded in the ears of all who had just entered the Returning Ruins Arena, the disciples of Wa Huang, the Demon Lord, and the Buddha.

As the Array Spirit, the chubby old man had to inform both sides of the rules of the Returning Ruins Arena.

As the voice of the chubby old man fell, the duel officially began.

At this time, both sides could make their moves.

”Duel?”

”You want to duel with me, how ridiculous!” Nato sneered at the Void Race in front of him.

The Void Race in front of him, ridiculed by Nato, was instantly enraged and charged at Nato: ”Nato, you’ve killed countless of our tribesmen, prepare to die.”

Nato, being hot-tempered, saw the person attacking him and without a word, unleashed the Red Embroidery Ball at him.

The Red Embroidery Ball was Wa Huang’s Magical Treasure, and Nato had been keeping it these days.

Even now, Nato was well-versed in using it.

Nato found that this Red Embroidery Ball was really handy!

No matter the opponent, a strike with the Red Embroidery Ball would surely kill them.

Although the power of the Red Embroidery Ball was weakened in the Returning Ruins Arena.

However, the weakening was relative.

Even when weakened, the Red Embroidery Ball was far stronger than ordinary treasures.

One strike, and the surrounding area fell silent.

The Void Race was smashed to pieces, turned into minced meat.

Even though Nato was suppressed to the same level, the Void Race was still instantly killed with one hit.

Nato was already stronger in all aspects, and with the Red Embroidery Ball, this resulted in this lopsided battle power.

”Nato wins!” the voice of the chubby old man resonated, announcing Nato’s victory.

Nato was the fastest to end the battle among all the disciples participating in the duel.

While others were still dawdling, he had already collected his rewards.

Meanwhile, Kong Xuan and Monk Fusheng finished their battles quickly as well.

As for the other duel arenas, not only did the fights not end so quickly, whether they could win was questionable.

The disciples of Wa Huang, the Demon Lord, and the Buddha, although in different duel arenas, all made the same choice.

And that was to leave here.

They didn’t know much about this ghostly place Returning Ruins, and staying longer could result in more casualties.

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Wa Huang’s Palace.

The Buddha and Wa Huang looked at each other, still feeling uneasy about the disciples suddenly disappearing moments ago.

Not understanding this matter, they would have to sleep with one eye open and one eye closed in the future.

”What was that power just now?”

”When Nato and Kong Xuan disappeared, I tried to stop them, but I couldn’t,” Wa Huang asked the Buddha.

Buddha: ”????”

That question really stumped the Buddha.

As to what that power was, he truly didn’t know.

”How would I know.”

”My disciple, Monk Fusheng, was also taken away,” the Buddha said helplessly.

Then, after pondering for a while, the Buddha tentatively said, ”To figure this out, I’m afraid we’ll have to ask the parties involved.”

”If our disappeared disciples return, the truth will be revealed.”