Chapter 350 - Curse Killing

Chapter 350: Chapter 105: Curse Killing"Give up, you’re locked by my curse, there’s no chance for you," Xu Fubin said with a smile, "If you surrender obediently, I might spare your life."

"Thank you so much for that," Lu Hong struggled against the bizarre curse power, "In your previous matches, you never even gave your opponents a chance to enter the arena. Why did you choose to strike at me on the tournament stage?"

Xu Fu chuckled softly, not afraid to speak out, after all, although sorcerers are a rare profession, the methods to counter them are well known throughout the continent, quite straightforward.

"Your wife is a water Mage, if I cursed you to death at night, she would surely use a purification spell to undo it. Then all my scheming would have been for naught."

That’s right, Lu Hong’s suspicion was confirmed; now it was a tournament battle, and external forces couldn’t intervene, so the idea of purifying the curse was ludicrous.

Luckily, Lu Hong had a helper—Holy King, who he assumed still knew the purification skill.

"Holy King, Holy King, come out!" Lou Hong called out in his heart, as he didn’t know when Xu Fubin would attempt to assassinate him.

However, since his last battle with Bo Ge where the Holy King had used too much force, he had been sleeping recently, and it was uncertain if he could hear Lu Hong’s calls.

"Get the hell out here, if you don’t, I’m going to die!" Despite Lu Hong yelling loudly, there was no response from within the bronze greatsword.

On the outside, Xu Fubin also didn’t want to waste time and began to exert his power, activating his curse skill.

Lu Hong concentrated his divine sight, trying to analyze the power of the curse. Through the eyes of the divine, he felt as if countless purple threads shot out from the void, binding his whole body, manipulating him as a puppeteer would, at Xu Fu’s whim.

Under the opponent’s control, Lu Hong could see the threads around his neck slowly tightening — Xu Fubin intended to strangle him.

"How could I possibly lose to a cheap curse!" Lu Hong shouted. Pure Steel Battle Energy burst forth from his body, attacking the threads frantically, but in vain; the threads seemed ethereal, and the energy, shaped like a war blade, kept slashing through them without causing any harm.

As Lu Hong’s breathing grew more labored, Xu Fubin also felt sure of his victory and approached Lu Hong with a smile, "I never thought of winning the championship, just this bout is enough. With its winnings, I’ll have accumulated enough Gold Coins. Do you know, the odds on you now are one to 0.8, even the four Dukes placed their bets on you, while my odds are one to three. Just one more win, one million Gold Coins, a full one million Gold Coins!" As he spoke, Xu Fubin became increasingly excited, clearly driven mad by greed.

"You... won’t... have... it... your way..." Lu Hong’s face turned crimson as he directed his Pure Steel Battle Energy in a furious assault on Xu Fubin.

But the opponent remained unfazed, a slight movement of his fingertips controlling Lu Hong’s limbs and deflecting the Battle Energy.

"As long as your body can control Magic Power, I can manipulate the trajectory of your attacks," Xu Fubin chuckled, "The game is over."

His words fell, and the purple threads tightened. Lu Hong’s neck was slit by an invisible force, and a torrent of blood spurted out.

"No! No!" Anna, in desperation, tried to rush to the platform, but Piao Miao stopped her with a smile, "Watch carefully, see how he dies."

"Get out of the way!" Anna growled lowly, her Magic Power quickly gathering.

Zun Long suddenly appeared behind Anna, lightly tapping her back and effortlessly subduing her, "The Miss told you to sit back and enjoy the show, so you better watch."

Anna glared furiously, her gaze, unfortunately, not yet trained to kill.

After nearly ten minutes of clenching his teeth and enduring, Lu Hong finally lost his strength, his eyes started to blur, and the surroundings became hazy.

"Boss, what are you calling me for?" Just then, Holy King stretched inside the bronze greatsword and then exclaimed in shock, "What the fuck?!"

"I’ll purify you right away, don’t you die!" The Holy King was counting on Lu Hong to take care of him for a while longer and immediately activated the Holy Light’s power. A faint fluctuation emanated from Lu Hong’s body—it was holy light purification!

No matter how strong a curse skill was, its natural nemesis was always the purification skills of various auxiliary professions. The faint Holy Light seemed harmless, but as it passed, the purple threads recoiled back into the void as if they had encountered a specter.

Xu Fubin also realized something was wrong; his control over Lu Hong was weakening and quickly lost all control.

"Not good!" Recognizing that whatever happened wasn’t in his favor, Xu Fubin, not foolish, didn’t bother with how Lu Hong was breaking the curse—escape was the priority since sorcerers had even weaker bodies than Mages.

Lu Hong suddenly opened his eyes, grabbing the opponent’s arm and cracked a smile, "My turn!"

"No... no no no!" Xu Fubin exclaimed in horror.

Lu Hong viciously smashed Xu Fubin onto the arena, the force was so great that it caused the stage to emit a dull thud, and Xu Fubin’s face hit the ground, nearly all his teeth shattering. His nose bridge also broke, spilling a copious amount of blood.

"This is payback!" Lu Hong hammered Xu Fubin relentlessly, at first the opponent still let out wails, but later on, the sounds gradually ceased.

After unleashing his anger, seeing Xu Fubin motionless, Lu Hong also cooled down, releasing the opponent’s already fractured arm and looked towards the referee.

"Lu... Lu Hong is the winner."

With the outcome decided, Xu Fubin dared to cry out, captured by a close-combat professional, he absolutely couldn’t resist, so even without passing out, he didn’t dare make a sound, otherwise Lu Hong wouldn’t stop beating him.

Seeing the opponent crying miserably, Lu Hong said with no good air, "Cry for what, I almost got killed by you!"

"My money..." As soon as Xu Fubin started speaking, the air leaked from his mouth, it took a while to make out what he was saying: "My money~!"

"Greed serves you right! Be happy I spared your life, I should have beaten you to death earlier!"

"You know nothing! Do you know how important this money is to me!" Xu Fubin said sorrowfully: "It’s my lifesaving money! Lifesaving money!"

"What do you mean?" Lu Hong pulled the charging Anna into his embrace, not paying much attention as she treated the wound on his neck.

Xu Fubin’s lips moved slightly, but he didn’t continue to speak, enduring the severe pain in his body, he stumbled down from the arena.

"Are you okay?" Anna looked at Xu Fubin with anger: "Ignore him!"

"I’m fine, let’s go back," Lu Hong said as if it didn’t matter, but he took note of the incident in his heart.

After resting for a day, Lu Hong sought Qing Ling to help investigate Xu Fubin’s whereabouts, and soon Tai Hongyun informed Lu Hong of the situation.

"I heard he nearly killed you in the arena, why are you looking for him? To settle accounts after autumn?" Qing Ling asked curiously.

"Do I look like that kind of person?" Lu Hong glared and continued, "He seems to have something very important messed up by me, I want to probe into it."

"You’re truly my idol, always with a warm heart," Qing Ling said with a faint smile: "If you need help, just say the word."

"Of course, I’m never polite with you." Lu Hong shook his hand, turned from Qing Ling, and heading straight for Xu Fubin’s hideout as Tai Hongyun had described.

This was the slums of the Seventh Layer of Piao Miao, the First Realm, inhabited by a large number of poor beggars struggling to survive. It was Lu Hong’s first time here, realizing that even the most prosperous cities couldn’t escape this law.

In the grimy and chaotic environment, countless sins festered. Screams, curses, reprimands, and the sounds of fighting echoed in Lu Hong’s ears for a long time.

Xu Fubin’s residence was in the basement of a decrepit building.

As he approached, Lu Hong sensed the fluctuations of magic power inside the house. Not wanting to startle anyone, Lu Hong hid in the shadows to eavesdrop.

"Xu Fubin, do you know how many gold coins you caused the boss to lose?" A gloomy voice rang out, nauseating to hear.

"I..." Xu Fubin was at a loss for words.

"The boss is very angry; he’s decided to kill a few freeloaders first."

"No, no, I’ll pay back the money, please don’t hurt them, I will return it, I will definitely pay it back," Xu Fubin pleaded desperately.

"Hmph! Remember what you said, seven million gold coins, not one less!"

"Seven million?" Xu Fubin nearly choked: "Didn’t the boss only bet one million gold coins?"

"Eh?" The gloomy voice chuckled: "If the boss says it’s seven million, then it’s seven million."

"I... I understand." Xu Fubin collapsed on the ground, the messenger no longer said anything and turned to leave.

After making sure the other party had left, Lu Hong pushed the door and entered the room, looking at Xu Fubin: "I think, you might need some help."