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An utterly jaw-dropping scene unfolded.

That fat guy in the iron cage saw Mars King shooting over like an arrow, and he turned around and ran, bolting in panic.

He didn't even hesitate for a second.

Don't be fooled by that big belly and all that wobbling fat—once he started pumping those short legs, he was fast as lightning.

Even with Mars King's speed, he actually couldn't catch up to him.

Instantly, everyone in the stands was laughing and cursing.

In this apocalyptic era, nobody likes cowardly wimps.

Especially in this Doomsday Prison packed with powerhouses, dodging a fight is downright despised.

But right now, the fat guy was running for it with zero shame.

It's like this guy was born just to be a runner!

Up in the stands, that guest who looked like a Skinny Monkey was laughing so hard he nearly fell over.

He clutched his stomach, yelping "ow ow," waggling his eyebrows at the short, chubby guest next to him.

"That's the guy you bet on?"

"Sure, his legs are going like he's riding Wind Fire Wheels, but if all he can do is run, what the hell good is he?"

The chubby guest's facial muscles twitched, his face looked awful, but he refused to back down.

"You don't get it, do you? The Art of War says: 'What is real appears fake, what is fake appears real.'"

"This fat guy's a tactical genius, of course he knows to avoid the strong and strike the weak."

The skinny guest saw him still mouthing off and let out a cold snort.

"Just watch. The iron cage is only so big. I don't believe he can run all the way to the horizon."

The fat guest's heart was in his throat; he no longer had the spare energy to bicker with the Skinny-Monkey-looking guest.

How could Mars King possibly let this fat guy go?

His body flashed like lightning, like an American Panther on the hunt, staying locked onto the fat guy without letting up.

The fat guy rolled and crawled, his movements slippery as an old Yellow Weasel.

Time and again, at the most dangerous moment, he dodged Mars King's attacks.

Watching this fat guy desperately flee for his life, everyone was sweating bullets for him.

Some people even started betting on how many minutes it would take Mars King to finish him off.

On the main platform, Chu Yi and Samus were staring at each other in shock.

What kind of freak was this fat guy? The Arena match had barely started and he'd already bolted?

Lis's eyes, however, were still completely indifferent.

If it weren't for the fact that she was still breathing, Chu Yi would've suspected Lis was already dead.

Inside the iron cage, Mars King was chasing Yang Fei. He'd already chased him around the cage for over a dozen laps.

Under the crowd's astonished gaze, this fat guy scrambled all over the floor with an incredibly clumsy, ugly posture, yet shook off Mars King's pursuit again and again.

The spectators watching went from laughing, to amazed, then from amazed to genuinely impressed.

With Mars King's Martial Arts Realm, he could've killed this fat guy ten times over in this amount of time.

But up to now, the guy was still bouncing around alive and well.

Forget being in mortal danger—he wasn't even slightly injured. That really said something.

In fact, Mars King was already starting to lose his cool.

He never imagined that he'd personally take the field against a fat nobody and still not be able to finish the job after all this time.

With Mars King's identity and status, he simply could not accept that.

He'd already decided to kill this fat guy in the shortest time possible, with the cruelest method possible.

If this dragged on, more and more people would start doubting Mars King's strength.

That would be absolutely bad news for both Mars King and Lar.

Mars King let out a low, muffled howl from his throat.

Not far away, Yi Suo and the other six enforcers moved in to encircle the fat guy.

All seven of them were Gangjin Masters; now they were going all out to trap the fat guy, like casting a giant net, leaving him with nowhere to run.

In the stands, the fat guest who'd bought Yang Fei's number pulled a long face and muttered,

"It's over. He's not getting away this time. My one thousand Gold Coins just went down the drain."

The Skinny Monkey guest beside him looked downright annoyed.

"The fact that this fatso survived till now already means he's got ridiculous luck. This time, there's nowhere left for him to run."

Everyone stared at the fat guy without blinking.

Some people hoped for another miracle; others were just dying for him to die.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands, the fat guy fled forward in a blind panic.

Right in front of him was Yi Suo, face full of murderous intent.

And behind Yang Fei, Mars King had already cranked his speed to the max.

He swept along with Heaven and Earth Vital Energy, streaking past the crowd like a comet.

The raging Heaven and Earth Vital Energy formed a small tornado.

Wherever Mars King passed, ordinary Martial Artists either scrambled out of the way, or got swept up by the tornado and flung into the distance.

In an instant, Mars King was already at Yang Fei's back.

He and Yi Suo's seven experts formed a pincer, cutting off every escape route Yang Fei had.

Right at that moment, Yang Fei stepped on one end of a wooden stick lying on the ground.

The other end of the stick suddenly flipped up and smacked him hard on the head.

The fat guy looked like he'd just witnessed the most horrifying thing in the world, his eyes going blank, his steps wobbling.

He opened his mouth, mumbled something, then flopped to the ground with a thud, limp.

In that moment, everyone practically stopped breathing, all eyes fixed on the fat guy in disbelief.

Mars King had chased him for so long and he'd been totally fine, yet now, by sheer accident, he'd been knocked out by a stick.

What the hell was that supposed to be?

Mars King stood there, looking at the fat guy three meters away, almost exploding with rage.

Yi Suo and the other seven Martial Arts Experts stood in front of the fat guy, just as blank-faced.

The Arena was insanely chaotic; accidents like this could happen any time. Normally, that was nothing strange.

But what Mars King couldn't swallow was this.

He'd chased this fat guy for so long, and the idiot had knocked himself out.

Strictly speaking, the fat guy hadn't been knocked out by Mars King at all, so Mars King wouldn't get the Points for it.

What really drove Mars King crazy was that the Arena had a rule.

Anyone who'd already passed out or lost the ability to resist couldn't be finished off.

In other words, Mars King could only stand there and watch the fat guy lying on the ground; he couldn't lay a finger on him.

This was just too damn suffocating.

Mars King glanced over at Chu Yi on the main platform, grinding his teeth so hard they nearly shattered.

Chu Yi was presiding in person.

There was no way he'd tolerate Mars King secretly killing a contestant in a public match.

Otherwise, if the rules got broken, the consequences would be endless.

In past Beast Fighting tournaments, tons of similar incidents had happened—powerhouses attacking the weak.

That kind of thing threw the entire order into chaos.

Mars King swallowed his anger again and again, then finally waved his hand hard. "We're leaving."

The seven experts behind him clustered around and charged off into the fray.

And at this very moment, the whole apocalypse had already become a Human Hell.

More than five hundred powerhouses were brawling in an iron cage less than 500 square meters, weapons flashing, flesh and blood flying.

In an environment this brutal, aside from Yang Fei sprinting around like a madman, everyone else was holding in a bellyful of rage.

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