Deep in the Living-Chapter 971 - 950: Inheritance

The white worms are slowly dissipating; a certain duel has already concluded.

Maximus seems to have become the final victor, that universe's decay, the absolute void, has already vanished without a trace.

However, his own condition is very dire.

The custom clothing made by the Skinless can cover most of his body,

but the exposed areas still show obvious signs of annihilation.

His face, the back of his hands, seem to be disintegrating, multiple hole-like structures are appearing, devoid of flesh, devoid of air, filled with nothingness.

Maximus took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and wrapped a scarf around himself, trying as much as possible to cover this layer of bodily change.

He had no intention of staying in place to wait for Luo Di,

his current state seems very poor, unable to stand at the center of the torrent, unable to focus on anything, he needed to find a place to rest properly.

Cough cough cough...

Violent coughing.

Maximus staggered, even unable to hold onto the cane, his body leaning against the wall, barely remaining standing.

At this moment,

footsteps approached from around the corner, sounding somewhat familiar.

A young man with gleaming blonde hair emerged, a halo structure over his head that did not belong to ordinary people, exuding absolute confidence with every gesture.

"Father!"

The young man exclaimed upon seeing the fallen cane and Maximus leaning against the wall, immediately rushing forward to offer help.

The newcomer was Lebeite.

However,

Maximus seemed to be extremely weak, unable to perform even the most basic response. Even his gaze towards Lebeite had an eye that was slowly disappearing.

"What's wrong with you?"

Lebeite's face was full of anxiety, and just as he was about to reach his father, his foot slipped, causing him to stumble forward heavily.

Instinctively reaching out to support himself, he broke his wrist along with the bone.

Crack~

Nose bridge broken,

Lebeite crashed heavily to the ground, his face covered in blood.

Yet he was still worried about his father's condition, propping himself up with his broken, disjointed hand.

At this moment, a voice sounded in his ear:

"I hope you won't be killed by my companion, because I will personally kill you later. The projection of Lebeite is so clumsy, low-level... it seems you must be the lowest of the death row inmates.

Prepare for death, flee."

When Lebeite propped himself up, there was already no one in front of him.

The cane was nowhere to be found, and all the lingering aura had vanished, as if annihilated.

With the disappearance of the "target",

the cognitive projection also ceased to exist, this was not Lebeite at all, but a halo entity.

He felt provoked, somewhat angry.

With a wave of his hand,

this hundred-meter-sized sewer wall was completely ripped open, tearing through several layers of metal structure.

Unlike the tearing by beasts, from the texture of the destruction, it was clearly in the shape of fingers.

He had come here sensing the vibrations, though he doubted the death row inmate would lose in the game; he still wanted to see if there were any fish that slipped through the net.

But now he seemed to have a different target, decisively leaving the current area.

"Contact with the void... still alive... worth accommodating."

...

[Great Colosseum]

Luo Di, with an iron mask and pitch-black pupils, supporting himself on the ground with a white beastly arm, continuously emitting a faint ash-like aura from under the mask.

An exaggerated sword wound on his abdomen, golden light leaking out, difficult to repair.

Even so,

Luo Di still did not use his most skilled "Positive and Negative Stance" which he had once used against beasts.

Perhaps there was a limit to his physical existence now, unable to support the stack of Final Spine Opening and Positive and Negative Stance, let alone the complementary nature of both states.

Or perhaps he had another purpose.

The injuries had been accumulating, yet his fighting spirit was undiminished.

Now, more than half of the audience in the arena was chanting his name, and he had to fight to the end.

Forcibly filling the sword wound in his left abdomen with ashes, preventing his organs from spilling out.

At this moment, the gold light struck. Losantos had already repaired his injury ahead of time, meeting with a sword.

Luo Di had two choices,

attempt to dodge, or engage in a blade clash.

Both methods could avoid danger, especially the latter, as he held an advantage in weaponry.

But... something was changing.

He had already fought over a hundred rounds of face-to-face combat, this Losantos almost became the person Luo Di was most familiar with, knowing everything about each other.

The opponent's movements, combat mode, muscle distribution, the integration of attack and defense.

Luo Di's brain made a third choice.

[Block]

Just like the perfect block with a shield by Losantos, it could deflect even the beasts' claws that tear everything apart.

Luo Di recalled the opponent's movement and swung out the beast's left arm in the same manner.

Not tearing,

but slapping.

Just right, timing perfect.

Clang...

A crisp sound.

This slap actually deflected the blade coming to strike,

The perfect block's shift in balance made Losantos' front reveal, full of flaws.

Slash!

A swift cut.

From the top of Losantos to the end.

For a moment,

the entire audience was silent, even that mysterious cosmic projection stopped clapping.

Soon after, the entire audience began chanting Luo Di's name, more than two-thirds standing on the challenger's side.

Even Luo Di himself was somewhat incredulous, puzzled as to why he just made such a dangerous choice.

If the block had failed, he might have lost.

But his body seemingly made the decision on its own. And this choice tipped the scales of victory.

The feeling was subtle,

Since embarking on the path of revenge, whether it's the murderer portrayed in films or the subsequent progress followed in advanced studies, all he's learned was to cut down.

The so-called [Defense] was practically nonexistent,

Because a murderer doesn't need such things, or perhaps, the murderer's undead nature can ignore defense and focus solely on beheading.

For the first time,

Luo Di genuinely learned defensive means, unexpectedly during the final game that would determine the world's direction.

Grasping perfect timing directly secured him the decisive factor for victory.

At this moment,

his concept of "combat" changed.

He could feel something happening inside him, that plant representing the system seemed to be transforming.

"Losantos..."

Even though most of the audience was cheering for Luo Di, there were still some shouting for their undefeated champion.

Even if the sound was already muted, nearly drowned out, it still managed to convey.

Golden light enveloped, flesh healed, divine status restored.

Losantos stood up, not with anger or resentment, but with a sincere smile on his face.

"You... are increasingly resembling a gladiator. No wonder even Emperor Mura's reversal can be learned, you're truly a genius, a genius like Emperor Mura.

The block just now was quite perfect, without any flaw."

Luo Di gave no verbal response, continuing to pose his combat stance.

Just as he was about to continue their duel, Losantos suddenly raised his hand to stop.

In a typical death duel, Luo Di would naturally not stop. But Losantos was different; his sudden gesture must have some important reason.

Moreover, Luo Di no longer viewed this person as a mortal enemy, but as a worthy opponent to respect.

"What's wrong?" Hell's layered sound echoed from beneath the mask.

Losantos explained:

"Someone passing by outside, better wait until they leave. The duel space created by the Moon God isn't completely sealed, our battle impact likely spread out, attracting trouble.

You can't, after winning, be ambushed by others."

"Who? Besides, I haven't won yet."

"An entity tagged as dangerous by the Prison Director, a danger concretization in the new world. Without that distant red descent, it should be the greatest threat of the new era.

Even now, as you might win the championship of this duel, it's challenging to face this entity."

Losantos didn't elaborate on the other's information, merely using his sword to draw the number [2] on the ground. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"This should be your most difficult opponent among the death row inmates... To reach that distant red, you must cross this threshold.

When this guy leaves, we can continue."

"Why help me?"

"I'm just enjoying the duel... also thinking of paying back the Prison Director a favor.

He could have taken me to prison early on but waited until I wiped out the last person of Pan-Asian Civilization before taking me away.

Since you were made the choice after the Prison Director's death, perhaps I can provide some capable teaching.

Even if I fall here, someone can continue the duel."

"Thank you."

"Don't verbally thank, this isn't a thank-you gathering, focus on the duel later, I'm still not fully satisfied.

Seems something appears to have drawn that guy away, we can continue."