Who wants to become a god? Aren't you all forcing me?

#272 - Chapter 271 That's Right

The clown man's voice grew louder, his words filled with undisguised mockery and disdain.

The inmates present were all aware of whom he was referring to, but none of them echoed his sentiments, as they couldn't afford to offend either side.

Standing on the arena, the clown man continued, "This deathmatch isn't for mere entertainment, but to clearly demonstrate who calls the shots in this prison. The third deathmatch, begin!"

From the shadows on either side of the arena, figures emerged. Like the participants in the previous two deathmatches, they were stripped to the waist.

One of them had a face full of橫肉 (hengrour- literally translated as horizontal meat, meaning a fierce looking face) and a belly piled with large mounds of fat that jiggled with each step, making him look quite formidable.

In contrast, the other was extremely emaciated, his ribs clearly visible. His body was covered in wounds, with fresh blood still faintly visible, indicating recent injuries.

He kept his head lowered, burying his face in the shadows, as if hiding something.

"Isn't that… isn't that Fatty Dragon?"

"Isn't Fatty Dragon a Three-Restriction Fated One? Why is he in the arena?"

"Aren't deathmatches only allowed between those of the same restriction level? What's going on?!"

"The words of those five are the rules of this prison. Ji Mu is going to die!"

"Will Li Chenqiu intervene?"

Instantly, countless eyes turned towards Li Chenqiu's location.

"Brother Li, we…"

Zhou Qinshu, sitting next to Li Chenqiu, was about to say something, but Li Chenqiu raised a hand to stop her.

"Just stay here. Don't worry about anything else."

Li Chenqiu stood up, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and walked down the stairs of the spectator stands.

Seeing this, the clown man's lips curled into a mocking smile. "The third deathmatch, now be…"

"What's the point of a One-Restriction deathmatch? What's there to see?"

Li Chenqiu's low, suppressed voice spread out, interrupting the clown man.

The clown man looked up and said with a smile, "Li Chenqiu, what are you trying to do? Don't you know the rules of our deathmatch arena? Once a deathmatch is established, no one can interrupt it, not even you!"

"Oh?" Li Chenqiu smiled faintly. "Do you think I'm asking for your permission?"

The clown man tilted his head. "What's wrong? Are you planning to use force?"

Li Chenqiu ignored the clown man and walked to the front row of the spectator stands. He grabbed the railing with one hand, easily vaulting into the arena, and walked step by step towards Ji Mu.

Ji Mu kept his head lowered, shrinking into the edge of the arena. Hearing Li Chenqiu's footsteps, he subconsciously wanted to look up, but ultimately suppressed the urge.

Thump!

Li Chenqiu stopped in front of Ji Mu, took a mask from his pocket, and handed it to Ji Mu. "This mask is sturdy. It won't be torn off."

In the distance, the clown man looked up towards Jia Zhuang's private room.

Sitting on the sofa, Jia Zhuang lowered his eyes and nodded.

Receiving Jia Zhuang's signal, the clown man rotated his wrist and shouted loudly at Li Chenqiu, "Li Chenqiu, ignoring the rules comes with a price. Are you prepared to pay the price?!"

The clown man stomped heavily on the ground, and a surge of air erupted from beneath his feet, causing the inmates near the arena to squint.

Like black lightning, the clown man shot straight towards Li Chenqiu, the sharp crackling sound echoing across the arena.

Ji Mu's pupils constricted. Before he could even warn him, the black lightning appeared behind Li Chenqiu.

The clown man revealed a gruesome smile, his slightly crazed eyes seemingly already seeing Li Chenqiu crushed beneath his feet.

So what if you're a genius? You'll still be crushed and defeated by me!!!

Just as the clown man's fist was about to land on Li Chenqiu, Li Chenqiu finally moved.

He leaned his body slightly to the right, glanced sideways at the clown man, and simultaneously raised his right hand, grabbing the clown man's fist.

Bang!

An explosion-like reverberation echoed in the deathmatch arena, and the dust on the arena floor billowed outwards, creating a terrifying sandstorm-like effect!

"This!" The clown man's smile froze on his face, his eyes wide with disbelief as he looked at Li Chenqiu. "How can this be… I'm a Six-Restriction cultivator!"

It wasn't just the clown man who was shocked, but everyone who witnessed this scene.

Countless inmates stood up from their seats, staring in astonishment at the location of the two men.

"Wasn't this clown man a Five-Restriction cultivator? How is he so fast?!"

"There's only one possibility. He's broken through to the Six-Restriction realm!"

"Aren't you guys focusing on the wrong thing? The important thing is Li Chenqiu! He was able to take that hit, and effortlessly at that!"

"Could it be that Li Chenqiu's physical abilities have also reached the Six-Restriction level?"

"That's impossible, isn't it? Isn't he only nineteen years old?"

In the private room of the Four Villains, the four people who had been calm and collected stood up at the same time, looking at Li Chenqiu in disbelief.

As the underground rulers of this prison, they naturally knew that the clown man was a Six-Restriction cultivator. It was precisely because they knew that they were so surprised!

"He… he blocked it?!"

"Huh? Didn't Li Chenqiu only have physical abilities comparable to a Five-Restriction cultivator? How could he block a full-force attack from a Six-Restriction cultivator?"

"How could this be? I watched that livestream a month ago. He was clearly at the Five-Restriction level. How could this be?!"

"Could it be… could it be that he strengthened his body to the Six-Restriction level in just over a month?"

Compared to the lively atmosphere in the private rooms and spectator stands, the arena was relatively quiet.

Li Chenqiu looked calmly at the clown man. "What's your name?"

The clown man subconsciously replied, "I… Huang Shaocheng."

Li Chenqiu's lips curled up. "That's right, then."

As soon as he said that, Li Chenqiu's eyes instantly turned cold, and he grabbed the clown man's arm and pulled it back violently.

Using the physical strength gathered by Absolute Control, he didn't give the clown man any chance to resist, and he fell straight towards Li Chenqiu.

At the same time, Li Chenqiu raised his left leg, and his knee slammed into the clown man's chest like a cannonball.

"Not good!"

The clown man's pupils shrank, and he frantically raised his hand to block his chest, but it was all in vain.

Having only just entered the Six-Restriction realm, he hadn't mastered his power at all. With such strength, Li Chenqiu could suppress him at the Three-Restriction realm with Absolute Control, let alone the Four-Restriction realm.

Crack!

The crisp sound of bones breaking rang out.

The clown man's arm was like paper, broken into two pieces by Li Chenqiu's knee, and blood-red bone spurs burst out from under the skin like bamboo shoots.

The knee's momentum didn't diminish, and it slammed heavily into the clown man's chest.

Instantly, blood splattered everywhere!

"Pu-"

The clown man's body arched like a shrimp, and the sense of compression and stinging pain from his chest rushed straight to the top of his head.

"Ah!!!"

A shrill scream rang out, and large mouthfuls of blood spewed out of the clown man's mouth like an untamed faucet.