Chapter 798: Chapter 798

"Still unwilling to concede defeat? You’re no match for me," the undead spellcaster, who had once again been forced to use instantaneous movement by Du You’s energy gathering magic cannon, looked at Du You with indifference. Meanwhile, the large zombie had basically recovered.

Du You had long figured it out. This fellow was more than he seemed and was not someone weak amongst the fourth-tier.

This fellow has at least four fourth-tier skills - the zombie that he used to attack him, the bone spear skill he used to attack him, the healing skill that previously recovered the zombie, and surely a skill to strengthen the zombie’s power at the end.

You should know that under his full power, the power of his skills is already close to the fourth tier, and even stronger than some other weak fourth-tier skills. The zombie that could resist his most powerful single attack skill was probably enhanced not just by the zombie skill but also by another fourth-tier skill.

The skill gap between him and an undead spellcaster with four fourth-tier skills was too great.

If it were just an ordinary fourth-tier professional, he would have been obliterated long ago by Du You. But this should be expected. After all, if the other party’s strength wasn’t strong enough, I’m afraid the officials wouldn’t have looked their way to deal with Du You while concealing their own strength.

But being able to fight to this extent was definitely beyond what those officials had imagined.

"What should we do? The loss is too great if the master is killed once. We are absolute followers, not sure if we can join in," they wondered.

"No, the rules here don’t allow it. But don’t worry, the master must have his own way," Lin Yucha replied seriously, but she was also unsure. Cold sweat dripped from her forehead. Latest content publıshed on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥

At the current situation, anyone could see that Du You was struggling. The field was only so large, and even with instantaneous movement, he couldn’t keep moving forever. Now it was a matter of who ran out of magic power first.

In their eyes, Du You could only persist at this moment and was bound to lose in the end. The only difference was the length of time Du You could hold out. Having held out until now was already quite surprising.

After the undead spellcaster drank a bottle of potion, even fewer people around them had confidence.

"Damn the officials, this guy is definitely well-prepared, there’s no chance of winning now. The officials are just digging a hole for our crystal coins, we must complain," the audience was almost out of control with anger.

Just at that moment, a smile appeared on Du You’s face. Du You, who had been worried all along, finally saw a glimmer of hope for victory.

"You’re right, I’m not your match now, but the one who’s going to die today is definitely you."

"What?" The undead spellcaster had no idea what was happening, but he then felt a huge threat looming over him.

Ever since the battle began, the undead spellcaster never moved himself. Unless he was in danger, he would use instantaneous movement, otherwise, he would stand still. As soon as Du You discovered his unusual strength, he suppressed his Hellfire Thunder, and never let it explode.

His previous continuous attacks were simply to force the other party to keep moving.

Every time he moved, the location was different, but after so many times of instantaneous movement, he finally arrived at a deadly location.

Under his feet, there were more than a dozen Hellfire Thunders densely placed. Although they were far and near, they could all attack him. Taking advantage of the opportunity that the opponent had just stopped moving, Du You activated them without hesitation.

"Boom!" A huge explosion erupted from the ground. In order to prevent the opponent from moving away again, Du You went all out this time, and detonated all the Hellfire Thunders he had buried in the middle of the arena at once.

Half of the arena was engulfed in black flames. The undead spellcaster apparently couldn’t move fast enough. He got swept up in the explosion without even leaving a word and was burnt to ashes.

The giant zombie didn’t fare any better, being blown up with one leg and two arms missing. One of his arms was even burned away. Even if they have a healing method, they probably don’t have time to recover for a while.

As soon as the undead spellcaster was blown to pieces, the giant zombie also disappeared. The situation suddenly changed dramatically. The clamour in the audience stopped abruptly as if a group of ducks had their necks strangled together. Looking down at the audience, it was a strange sight with people in various positions, as if the picture had frozen.

A few seconds later, someone finally reacted. "Ha ha ha, we won, we won, the third tier can beat the fourth tier, our crystal coins are saved."

"Damn, how could this be? We were so well prepared, why did we still lose? Damn this waste," the officials stood up abruptly. They never imagined that their efforts would be in vain, and they would still lose.

"Get out of our way, your foot is on my ticket, don’t ruin it." The man who had just thrown away his betting ticket because he thought Du You was going to lose, wanted it back. But with the crowd coming and going, retrieving it wouldn’t be easy.

All in all, the outside had already turned into a cheering ocean.

Not long after, an official representative appeared. "Here, this is your betting money. Your strength is quite good. Are you interested in working for us?" The man seemed casual, but his eyes were full of pressure.

Du You opened the box, checked it was one kilogram of holy crystal, and then put it away.

"I’m not interested for now. Let me think about it," he replied. These rule-breakers didn’t know how many would die this time. They even wanted to pull him in to take the blame for them, how wishful they were thinking!

Du You unexpectedly refused, and the arrogant look on the officials’ faces disappeared in an instant. If Du You didn’t go back with them, they would take the full responsibility. But before he could speak, Du You had disappeared from the arena with a flash. These bastards almost got him killed once, and they still wanted his help.

The following events didn’t need Du You’s participation. The angry spectators alone would make them suffer. A big pile of complaints, word of mouth. If the Asia Alliance wants to maintain this world, it must deal with it.

"Master, it’s so good that you’re okay." The two sisters also teleported back immediately. They still hadn’t forgotten the danger before. If it wasn’t for the large amount of Hellfire Thunder pre-arranged, it would have been a definite loss this time.

"It seems I was a little too arrogant. My strength is okay at the third tier, but it’s far inferior to the fourth tier’s. But this time’s not without benefits, at least I know where my strength lies," he reflected.