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When the silver mask slipped off, Lucas's handsome face, etched with a mocking smile, was laid bare. Martin froze instantly, his eyes widening as if he had just seen a ghost. All his joints went limp; gone was the arrogance of the feared life-or-death arena executioner, replaced by utter, bone-chilling shock.

"Y-You... You're Lucas?!" Martin stammered, stumbling backward until he crashed into a desk. "How is this possible... You're ranked fiftieth, yet you defeated me so easily!"

"Harlord," Luc
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  • 146.

    The atmosphere in the Vance family mansion's living room, which was previously tense, suddenly fell into complete silence. The gripping stillness was so thick that the sound of Richard's hurried breathing rang out extraordinarily loud.Richard's eyes were fixed straight on the Black Card atop the glass table. The card's cold sheen seemed to carry the weight of tens of trillions of dollars, ready to shake the economic order of Hakward City. As a head of the family who had spent decades fighting in the business world, Richard's mind immediately spun fast, calculating that astronomical figure."Twenty trillion..." Richard muttered in a hoarse voice. He slowly looked up, staring at Lucas with eyes sparkling with overwhelming shock and uncontainable awe. "Forget half... This much money isn't just enough to buy eighty percent of the Wine family's shares, Lucas! If you add five trillion more... It could even crush and devour all of their core assets until not a single percent remains in thei

  • 145.

    Cheers from the crowd erupted once again out there, but inside the soundproof administration room, attention was fully focused on the final seconds of the craziest transaction in the history of the underground arena.The tattooed woman's fingers moved swiftly, completing the highest-level authorization. A loud beep echoed from the holographic device on the desk, followed by a flash of green light signaling that the transfer of the colossal sum had been executed without a hitch."Transaction successful, Mr. Lucas," the tattooed woman said, letting out a long sigh of relief. The tension choking her neck slowly loosened.She reached for a pitch-black ATM card devoid of any bank logos—an exclusive Black Card equipped with military-grade encryption containing an astronomical balance of twenty trillion dollars. Beside the card, she placed a heavy, jet-black metal plaque engraved with a golden jackfruit motif—a symbol of power and official identity as the owner of Rank 15 in the Underground

  • 144.

    Roars, hysterical screams, and an uproar from tens of thousands of spectators echoed wildly, crashing against the stone walls of the underground arena. Lucas's name was chanted like that of a new monster born from the darkness. Yet, amid that feverish, adrenaline-fueled atmosphere, Lucas simply stepped forward calmly, as if he had just finished a boring evening stroll.He did not cast a single glance at Ragnar's pathetic, unconscious body in the center of the stage, flicking the edge of his stainless coat clean. His eyes were fixed on only one direction: the dark corridor leading straight to the administration room.His steady footsteps parted the crowd of guards, who reflexively backed away in terror, giving way without daring to meet his eyes. Lucas navigated the spiral staircase, crossed a marble-walled hallway, and stood before a thick teak wood door with golden carvings—the office of the tattooed woman managing the arena.Without knocking, Lucas lightly kicked the heavy door wide

  • 143.

    "I didn't originally intend to waste much energy... But hearing that word 'trash' which you should never have used on me... it seems you need a little lesson in manners," Lucas whispered, his voice flowing icy-cold amidst Ragnar's groans of agony.Before the walking fortress could even gather his senses, Lucas stepped forward to the edge of the crater. The fingers of his right hand—still locked tightly onto the hilt of the axe that was firmly bound within Ragnar's grip—tightened once more as a dense radiance of golden Qi surged outward."Because the thing I dislike most... is a weak creature calling me trash!"BAM! BAM! BAM!Without showing a shred of mercy, Lucas lifted Ragnar's massive body along with his heavy armor high into the air, blindly slamming him down onto the left side of the arena. Before a groan of pain could escape Ragnar's throat, Lucas pivoted his body and hurled the giant to smash into the stone floor on the right side!"Arrrghhhh?!"BAMMM! BASH! BRAAAK!The ferocio

  • 142.

    Ragnar’s face instantly turned blood-red. Thick veins bulged furiously across his neck and forehead, radiating a dense, suffocating killing intent. He clenched his fists so hard that his steel gauntlets creaked loudly, unable to stomach the humiliation dealt by a young man who wasn't even half his physical size."INSOLENT BRAT!" Ragnar roared, his voice thundering like a lightning strike that shook the contents of the arena. "A mountain will never bow to a tiny pebble like you! I will crush every single bone in your body until you crawl and beg me for mercy!"Without averting his vengeful glare from Lucas, Ragnar swept his giant axe toward the supervisor who was still standing frozen at the edge of the stage. The gust generated by the swing blew so fiercely it nearly sent the middle-aged man tumbling backward."Hey, you loser of a referee!" Ragnar barked rudely. "Get off the stage before I turn you into my first sacrifice! Give the signal for the duel RIGHT NOW!"The referee snapped o

  • 141.

    Doooong?!The sharp chime of the bell signalling the end of the fight echoed loudly through the speakers, shattering the suffocating silence that had gripped every corner of the underground arena.A middle-aged man in a neat suit—the head supervisor of the match—stepped out from the side door of the stage, his knees still trembling slightly. He held a microphone in his hand, trying his best to stabilize his ragged breathing before finally speaking."T-The winner of this match... is Lucas!" the supervisor shouted, his voice shaking violently yet echoing through every corner of the stands.He stepped closer to Lucas, bowing his head deeply as a sign of respect and overwhelming fear."Congratulations on a truly extraordinary victory, Lord Lucas," the supervisor said in a tone of absolute deference. "With this decisive result, I officially declare that rank twenty in the underground arena now belongs entirely to you!"The supervisor then turned toward the audience and raised his right han

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