103: Chapter 103 Mountains of Corpses and Seas of Blood, Walking on Bones

"It's your turn."

These four words, accompanied by Su Chen slowly raising his black sword, fell clearly into the ears of the Cult Deacon.

High in the air.

The Cult Deacon stared fixedly at the bare-chested boy holding a broken sword below, his features twisted beneath the mask.

Humiliation.

An unprecedented, utter humiliation!

He was a dignified Fourth-Order Martial Ancestor, the highest representative of the Abyss Cult in Jiangnan City, holding control over tens of thousands of high-order beasts.

Now, he was actually being provoked by a high school student who had just broken through to the Martial Master Realm in the heat of battle, pointing a sword at his nose?

"You think you've won?!"

The Deacon laughed in extreme anger, his voice becoming extremely sharp and piercing. "You killed a few beasts that were scared out of their wits and now you really think you're a savior? Let me tell you, everyone here today, not a single one will survive!"

He suddenly raised the staff inlaid with Abyss crystals in his hand.

"Pfft!"

The Deacon bit the tip of his tongue hard, spitting a mouthful of rich Origin blood directly onto the crystal at the top of the staff.

"With my blood, awaken the Abyss!"

The Deacon roared hoarsely, his hands forming seals at high speed. "Berserk Blood Curse, activate!"

The crystal on the staff instantly erupted with a blinding, scarlet blood light.

This blood light turned into countless visible crimson threads, like a giant spider web, instantly covering the entire Arena floor and burrowing into the bodies of every beast that was fleeing.

"Awoo—!!!"

The Shadow Demon Wolf and Iron-armored Rhino, which had already tucked their tails and were trembling as they retreated, suddenly stiffened.

Immediately after.

A series of bone-cracking sounds echoed through the beast horde.

Stimulated by the blood light, the beasts' bodies forcibly grew and expanded by a size! Beneath their originally dull fur, bloody gashes burst open, and black blood flowed along the muscle fibers.

The most terrifying thing was their eyes.

The pupils that had originally retained extreme fear of the "Conqueror's Haki" now completely lost focus, entirely replaced by a crazy, chaotic crimson.

Reason was forcibly stripped away.

Pain was completely erased.

Even that royal pressure that stood above all things could no longer deter a group of living dead whose very Souls had been sacrificed.

"Tear him apart!" The Deacon waved his staff crazily in mid-air.

"Roar!"

Tens of thousands of berserk beasts let out a roar that did not sound like living creatures. They turned around, like a black tsunami rising from the ground, stepping on their companions' corpses, even crushing their companions' skulls, and lunged at Su Chen with a posture ten times more violent than before!

"Brother Chen! Run! They've gone crazy!"

On the high ground behind, Jiang Feng gripped a piece of broken wall nearby, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Outside the light screen.

Major General Lei Wuji gritted his teeth: "Trouble! This is the Abyss Cult's scorched-earth tactic! These beasts don't even know what the word 'death' means now, and they absolutely won't stop until their strength is exhausted! The tactic he used to force back the herd just now is useless!"

On the big screen.

The black tsunami instantly closed in, once again completely submerging the location where Su Chen was.

However.

Facing this group of beasts that had completely lost their reason and were full of openings.

Su Chen did not use [Soru] to move around in a wide range this time. Nor did he use [Kami-e] to dodge by following the airflow.

He stood in place, his feet like rooted steel nails, firmly nailed into the muddy ground.

"Run?"

Su Chen watched the countless bloody maws rushing towards him, a cold curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"A bunch of brainless meat targets, it just saves me the time of chasing them."

Su Chen gripped the pitch-black broken sword with both hands.

"Hum—"

Armament Haki, full power activated!

The black Ryuo dark energy was no longer limited to the surface of the sword, but like materialized black flames, it frantically flickered and leaped half an inch beyond the blade's edge.

A berserk Iron-armored Rhino lowered its head and charged towards Su Chen's chest.

Su Chen did not retreat but advanced instead.

He raised his wrist, and the black sword slashed upwards from bottom to top, a simple and brutal upward slash.

"Pfft!"

The Ryuo dark energy pierced directly through the rhino's hardest skull armor, exploding inside its cranium.

The rhino's massive head was instantly split in two, and brains mixed with blood shot up into the sky.

"Bang!"

The rhino's headless corpse fell at Su Chen's feet.

Immediately after, three Shadow Demon Wolves lunged down from mid-air.

Su Chen didn't even look, and the black sword drew a perfect black full moon above his head.

"Swish!"

The three Shadow Demon Wolves were cut in half at the waist in mid-air, and the six remaining carcasses "clattered" down next to the rhino's corpse.

With Su Chen as the center, the three-meter radius around him became an absolute death zone at this moment!

As long as they stepped into this three-meter red line.

The only thing waiting for them was that black sword, which was like the scythe of a Shinigami.

Black light flashed.

Limbs were severed.

Su Chen transformed into a tireless, highly precise humanoid meat grinder. He didn't even need to look; [Observation Haki] predicted all the monsters' landing points in advance. He only needed to stand in place, swing the sword, and retract the sword.

Blood poured down like a torrential rain.

Severed limbs flew through the air.

"Too fast..."

On the high ground, Chen Fei was stunned, "He's killing too fast, the corpses of those beasts... they can't even fall down in time!"

Yes.

The speed of the slaughter had already exceeded the speed at which gravity made the corpses fall to the sides.

A beast had just had its throat cut and fallen, and the second beast's corpse had already smashed onto its back.

In just two minutes.

The corpses under Su Chen's feet had already piled up into a thick layer.

"Huff."

Su Chen exhaled a hot breath carrying the smell of blood.

He stepped on the still-twitching chunks of beast meat under his feet and slowly raised his head.

Those scarlet Two-Tomoe Sharingan eyes looked past the dense herd of beasts and locked firmly onto the frantic Cult Deacon in mid-air.

"You're standing too high."

Su Chen looked at the Deacon in mid-air and said indifferently.

As his voice fell.

Su Chen moved.

He charged head-on into the violent beast tide that was pouring down like a black waterfall.

"Step."

Su Chen lifted his right foot and stepped on the corpse of a Shadow Demon Wolf he had just killed.

He took a step upward.

"Roar!" Two beasts lunged from the left and right.

"Swish!"

The sword light flashed, the two beasts were killed, and their massive bodies fell to Su Chen's feet again.

"Step."

Su Chen stepped on these two new corpses and took another step upward.

"This... what is he doing?"

Outside the light screen, all the big shots held their breath.

Patriarch Lin Zhen pointed at the screen, his voice trembling slightly from extreme shock: "He's not dodging... he's using the beasts' corpses... to make a stepping stone for himself?!"

On the big screen.

Under the gaze of a hundred thousand people.

Su Chen was like a lonely climber.

Every time he took a step upward, the black sword swung once.

Dozens of high-order beasts died under his sword, turning into piles of rotten meat and white bones, precisely filling the gaps under his feet.

Blood flowed down his tactical boots, and viscous internal organs were crushed under his soles, making "squelching" sounds.

Su Chen didn't care about any of this.

He just pushed forward step by step, extremely steadily.

Kill ten, step up one.

Kill a hundred, step up ten.

"Stop him! Stop him for me!"

The Deacon in mid-air finally understood Su Chen's intention, and for the first time, panic appeared in his voice.

He waved his staff desperately, driving more beasts to fill that bottomless pit.

But it couldn't be stopped at all.

The black sword in Su Chen's hand was like a Shinigami judge that would never dull.

When Su Chen swung the last sword, splitting the head of a mutated giant crocodile on the spot.

He stopped.

The surrounding beast tide actually showed a brief gap because the beasts that had rushed up had already been cleared out by him in a full circle!

Su Chen lowered his head and took a look at his feet.

On the flat ruins of the Arena.

A terrifying "mountain of corpses" over ten meters high, completely piled up from the remains of hundreds of high-order beasts, had been forcibly built by him through slaughter!

Black fur, gray-white bones, and flowing blood intertwined to form the base of this mountain peak.

And Su Chen.

Stood on the highest point of this "staircase of corpses," stepping on the sticky mess and deathly silence covering the ground.

"Drip."

A drop of warm beast blood dripped from the tip of the black sword onto the unclosed eye of a dead Shadow Demon Wolf.

Su Chen slowly turned his head.

Because of the height of the mountain of corpses, he had now completely overcome the terrain disadvantage.

He stood at the peak of the mountain of corpses.

His line of sight was level.

He even looked at the Cult Deacon floating in mid-air, a dozen meters away, with a slightly condescending posture.

"Now."

Su Chen looked at the Deacon's face, which was hidden behind the dark gold mask and twisted by extreme fear, and a cold curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"We are at the same height."