Reincarnation Paradise Park

Chapter 964: Chapter 52: Smash Him

The atmosphere in the stands was very lively, and indeed, the talent of the Devil Clan used in commentary was quite refreshing.

Hak’s performance significantly changed Su Xiao’s impression of the Devil Clan. When devils start to joke around, it’s practically uncontrollable.

”No laughing allowed!!”

Up at the commentary stand, Hak was blowing his beard and glaring angrily, but his mouth slightly curved upward at the corner.

”A bunch of lovable yet hateful audience, but... Hak stands here precisely because of this. Since you’ve come to the Void Colosseum, let’s party hard.”

The time was almost up, and the second match of combat skills was about to begin.”

Again, two contestants entered the arena. These two had considerable strength, but amidst all the participants, they were at most mid-level in rankings.

Through preliminary observations, Su Xiao identified several troublesome opponents, namely:

The Mage who previously fused both wind and water systems.

A burly man with a scar on his forehead, whose home was destroyed by the Demon Blade.

A man wearing mechanical armor on his arms, whose arm length could reach down to his knees.

A male half-blood demon with horns on his head from the Demon Clan and human ancestry, Su Xiao sensed spatial attributes on him, and after their eyes met, he realized this demon half-blood wasn’t an ally.

A creature entirely covered in black scale armor with only a single eye visible, with unknown race, whose claws were extremely sharp, emanating a fierce aura.

Besides these contestants, there was a strong Insect Tribe member. This was Banke, born with arm blades, who joined the Void Colosseum out of boredom, not for reward or fame, indicating his intense passion for battle. Yet, Banke kept suppressing his strength, for reasons unknown.

These six competitors all posed a significant threat to Su Xiao. Naturally, these were only the strong enemies out in the open; there should still be opponents hidden in the shadows. This Void Colosseum was indeed full of hidden talents.

While Su Xiao was pondering, the second battle had already ended, with one side having had their head twisted off. The victorious ’Duoqiyaxing person’ held up their opponent’s head, blood flowing onto his blue skin.

Twisting off a head alive was shocking to some timid spectators in the audience, but over 99% of the audience were cheering, unaffected by this bloody spectacle.

Each match was quicker than expected, with two matches completed in only about half an hour.

Su Xiao leaned back in his seat; it might be some time before his turn. During this time, he aimed to memorize other contestants’ numbers and fighting styles for easier adaptation in upcoming matches.

Match after match passed by, with Hak on the commentary platform continuously in an enthusiastic state, still lively even after commentating over a dozen matches.

The matches proceeded smoothly, and before long, the eighteenth match began, surprising the audience with the contestants.

The first contestant had a unique appearance, resembling an upright-walking crocodile. This was a warrior from ’Viton Star,’ trained harshly from a young age, belonging to a combat race.

Despite the unique appearance, in the void, this Brother Crocodile’s look wasn’t unusual; there were many races with even more distinctive appearances.

The audience felt the difference due to the second group of contestants appearing, precisely, a group, not a single person.

”Unfair!!”

A female spectator shouted, clearly dissatisfied.

”Please, everyone, calm down and listen to my explanation...”

Hak hadn’t finished speaking when a wave of empty drink bottles and fruit peels was thrown at him, forcing him to hide beside the commentary table, not daring to show his face.

Once the audience calmed down a bit, Hak wiped the nonexistent sweat off his forehead.

”The second group’s contestants are special; they are connected by fate. This explanation should make sense to everyone.”

Upon hearing Hak’s explanation, a wave of amazement spread through the audience. Fate connection was an extremely rare occurrence, even among twins, it was uncommon to find fate-linked cases.

If there’s indeed a fate connection, then appearing together makes perfect sense; within the void’s understanding, several fate-connected individuals are equivalent to one body, since their destinies are intertwined, with the death of one affecting the others, causing near-instant heavy misfortune, unable to live much longer. Fate connection is a form of talent, similar to racial talent, yet surpassing it.

Seeing the audience’s response, Hak breathed a sigh of relief; this was the result from the registrar’s office. His gaze shifted to the arena where the second group of contestants, totaling three individuals, was yet introduced due to having to calm the audience.

”The three brothers appearing tonight are collectively known as the National Foot; even if Hak doesn’t entirely understand the meaning behind this name, he still has a fondness for them.”

Indeed, the ones appearing were the National Foot, with all three appearing together.

At this moment, the National Team Brothers looked smug; they hadn’t expected to get to appear together when receiving their numbers, and only obtaining one number delighted them greatly.

”Big brother, we’re going to make it big this time. Shall we aim for first place?”

The National Foot Elder Two was clearly overflowing with confidence.

”Of course, we have three people; we’re even good for playing fight-the-landlord.”(Editor Note: ’Fight-the-landlord’ is a Chinese card game involving three players).

The National Foot Boss was also in good spirits; he didn’t expect himself and his brothers to appear together.

”Hey, big brother, that crocodile seems upset, and it seems to be... the desert big patron · Rekton?!”

The honest Elder Three examined the opponent, who was the upright crocodile.

”Hey, you over there, Rekton.”

The National Foot Boss shouted, causing the nearby Brother Crocodile to wonder. He wasn’t called Rekton, so he turned to look behind him, seeing a stretch of yellow sand.

”I’m called Gu E, not Rekton. You have the wrong person.”

Brother Crocodile’s voice was deep, wielding a wide-bladed battle axe in each hand, with spiked armor embedded not worn, in his flesh.

”Big brother, he’s not Rekton; I’m really disappointed.”

”Hammer him!”

”Yeah, hammer him, for not being Rekton.”

The brothers were remarkably unanimous; they decided to hammer him.

Brother Crocodile, being part of a combat race, naturally didn’t fear the National Team Brothers; he believed even against three opponents, he could still win.

As both sides glared dismissively at each other, Hak announced the start of the match.

”40.”

The National Foot Boss roared, referring to a small energy hammer by his ’40’.

The brothers stood in a row, hands gleaming with golden light, three short-handled gold energy hammers appeared in their palms.

The National Team Brothers simultaneously bent over, uniformly tossing the hammers from their hands.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...

The three energy hammers rotated swiftly in the air, making a fierce wind-breaking sound. They didn’t fly in a straight line but separated into three trajectories, each forming a parabolic curve toward Brother Crocodile. Based on the flight path, the hammers seemed to converge to form a point.

Brother Crocodile, seasoned in battles, lunged forward, accelerated rapidly to move away from the convergence point of the three small energy hammers, easily dodging them.