312: Chapter 306 Successful Advancement

Just like the Thin Man before, he dissolved into a stream of light and vanished.

[Number of remaining combatants: 5]

[Advancement slots: 4]

A cold, mechanical voice sounded, as if urging something on.

Almost at the same moment the Strong Man with Battle Axe fell, the Bewitching woman, like a frightened rabbit, bolted toward the depths of the ruins without looking back.

Her heart was beating so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

Dead.

Another one dead.

That man was simply a devil, a harvesting machine wearing human skin.

An alliance? Joining forces to fight back?

Thinking about it now, it was a colossal joke.

Of the three of them, one was insta-killed in a single exchange, and the other was worn down to death in a fit of rage.

What could she do even if she went up there? Nothing but follow in their footsteps.

Run!

Must escape!

As long as she could stall for a little more time, as long as one more person died, she could survive, she could advance!

This was the only thought left in her mind; the instinct for survival overwhelmed everything else, driving her to burst forth with unprecedented speed.

The wind whistled in her ears, and the ruins behind her receded rapidly in her field of vision.

She could even feel the dawn of victory.

As long as she ran a little further and hid in these maze-like ruins, no matter how strong that man was, it would be impossible for him to find her in a short amount of time.

However, just as she was thinking this, a figure appeared without warning on the path she had to take.

The Bewitching woman stared in horror at what lay ahead, unable to comprehend how the other party had caught up.

Even though they had the same physical fitness, why was his speed so fast?

"We have no grudge against each other, is there any need to kill us all?"

The Bewitching woman gripped the long whip in her hand, feigning calmness.

"One more needs to be eliminated."

Song Yang said with a smile, but it made the Bewitching woman feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

"If you withdraw yourself, I will spare your life," Song Yang added.

This was not out of mercy, but simply the most efficient way to resolve the situation.

Upon hearing this, the Bewitching woman was stunned at first, and then an unspeakable sense of humiliation and anger welled up in her heart, instantly overpowering her fear.

"Withdraw?"

She laughed shrilly, as if she had heard a joke.

"You're telling me to withdraw? Do you know what I sacrificed to get this far?"

"I climbed to this point by stepping over the corpses of countless people! You want me to give up just because of one casual sentence?"

"In your dreams!"

She let out a hysterical roar, converting all her fear into the courage to fight for her life.

"If you want me dead, don't think you'll have an easy time either!"

Before the words left her lips, the long whip in her hand cracked, turning into a venomous snake that lunged straight for Song Yang's face.

She knew very well that her only chance of winning was to use the long whip's reach advantage to suppress Song Yang from a distance; she absolutely could not let him get close.

Facing this swift attack, Song Yang's reaction was exceptionally simple.

He only tilted his head slightly, and the tip of the whip grazed his cheek, leaving an Afterimage in the air.

Having missed with her first strike, the Bewitching woman flicked her wrist again, and the long whip traced an eerie arc in the air, sweeping toward Song Yang's lower body.

"Is that all you can do, just dodge!"

The Bewitching woman shouted in anger, her attacks becoming increasingly fierce.

The long whip seemed to come alive in her hands, at times like a spirit snake emerging from its hole, at other times like a wild python dancing, enveloping Song Yang from all directions and sealing off all his room for evasion.

Song Yang's figure wove through the dense shadows of the whip, wasting not a shred of extra energy while always letting the opponent's attacks miss by a hair's breadth.

He was observing.

Observing the opponent's attack habits, observing the opponent's stamina consumption, and observing the rhythm that was gradually becoming chaotic due to the opponent's anger.

The Bewitching woman grew more flustered the longer she fought.

Her attacks seemed fierce, but every single one felt like hitting cotton; she had strength but nowhere to use it.

And the opponent's calm demeanor placed immense psychological pressure on her.

She felt as if she were not fighting a person, but facing a precision machine, a killing machine that was calculating all her movements and waiting for her to reveal a flaw.

Her stamina was depleting rapidly, and her arms began to feel numb and sore.

"Die!"

She made a desperate gamble, pouring all her strength into this one whip strike; the long whip pulled taut, like a spear, stabbing straight at Song Yang's chest.

This was her strongest attack, but also the one with the biggest opening.

Just at the moment the long whip was about to reach his body, Song Yang finally moved.

The distance between the two was closed in an instant.

The Bewitching woman was terrified, but it was already too late to retract the long whip.

Once he was in close quarters, the long whip she was so proud of became a burden, unable to be utilized.

She could only watch helplessly as Song Yang's figure loomed large before her; that black spear turned into the scythe of the Grim Reaper in her eyes.

Song Yang's movements did not pause in the slightest; once he landed a hit, his offense became like raging waves, continuous and unending.

The spear struck like a dragon!

He used no fancy techniques, only the most basic thrusts, lifts, and sweeps.

But every movement was fast to the extreme, ruthless to the extreme.

The Bewitching woman could only wield her long whip in a clumsy attempt to defend, but how could the awkward whip body block the agile spear tip?

Flowers of blood bloomed continuously on her body.

Arms, thighs, shoulders...

In the blink of an eye, she had become a blood-soaked mess.

The intense pain and blood loss made her vision go black in waves, and her movements became increasingly sluggish.

She knew she was going to die.

Finally, the Bewitching woman's body stiffened, all her strength drained away, and she collapsed softly, turning into the final stream of data light.

Almost at the same time, that mechanical notification sound echoed throughout the entire battlefield space.

[Number of remaining combatants: 4]

[Advancement slots: 4]

[This match has ended. Congratulations to the four contestants for successfully advancing.]

[Teleportation will begin in ten seconds... Ten, nine, eight...]

Along with the countdown, the surrounding scene of ruins began to blur and distort, like a painting soaked in water.

The moment the countdown reached zero, the world before his eyes completely collapsed, turning into countless specks of light.

The next second, blinding white light filled his entire field of vision.

When he regained his vision again, he found himself in a pure white, vast, and boundless space.

Not far in front of him, three figures manifested, turning from void to solid almost simultaneously.

These must be the other three contestants who advanced.

One of them was a young girl who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Another was a cold-looking man with a tall, upright stature; he just calmly glanced at Song Yang once and then withdrew his gaze, as if he were indifferent to everything.

And the last person was a giant over three meters tall, with explosive muscles.