Zhao Quan appeared to have only two tales on him, but in reality, there were three. The younger brother and the grandmother from the tale story were out in the open, while that older sister was hiding inside the cabinet.

Secondly, one must not attack the Red-Haired Grandma, otherwise the curse on oneself would increase tenfold.

Also, one must not attack the younger brother, otherwise one would be targeted by the older sister in the cabinet.

And if one attacked Zhao Quan, the younger brother would take action.

The tale legend attached to Zhao Quan was extremely powerful, having already formed a mutual protection mechanism.

If someone who didn't know the details were to face it, they would basically make a mistake with every step they took.

Zhao Quan was full of confidence, a smile appearing on his thin face as he stared at Xu Lang and said:

"So, what do you think? Are you so scared by the aura of a 'Ferocious-grade Tale' that you dare not move?"

"Want to try attacking me?"

"You might not know, I'm a player who has made it into the top ten of the Points Leaderboard five times. My base attributes are not on the same level as ordinary players."

"If you're willing, I can also discard the tales and spar with you in close combat!"

Xu Lang had come to realize that these Taleblade Building players were all very cunning and deceitful, fond of setting verbal traps.

However, under the gaze of the Nightmare Eye, such tricks were utterly ridiculous.

It felt like watching a clown perform.

"I'm just enjoying this feeling of being targeted by something strange. It's been a long time since I've experienced it," Xu Lang admitted that he had a bit of a masochistic streak, actually starting to miss that period of being haunted by nightmares.

Zhao Quan's face darkened. "Still not launching an attack? Then just wait to die—" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The next second.

Xu Lang's figure vanished, appearing right in front of Zhao Quan.

"So fast!!!"

Zhao Quan's pupils contracted sharply, followed by a surge of wild joy in his heart.

This fool had taken the bait!

The moment Xu Lang closed in on Zhao Quan, three malicious and eerie gazes instantly locked onto him!

As he swung his blade to slash at Zhao Quan's neck, the latter performed a phase reversal at a speed exceeding the limits of thought.

A little girl holding a kettle of boiling water, her face full of madness, appeared in Zhao Quan's original position.

"Older sister!" Seeing his sister about to be cut, the younger brother let out a piercing scream, and the power of the curse erupted violently.

The Red-Haired Grandma also arrived on the scene at an unbelievable speed in an instant, her old hand clawing towards Xu Lang's abdomen!

At this moment, the power of the curse reached its peak intensity!

A brilliant blade light blossomed. The Purgatory March swept horizontally in a slash. The three tales froze for an instant, then their bodies were cleanly severed into two halves!

This slash severed immortality!

"How is that possible? Those were Ferocious-grade Tales! How could they die from just one slash? So fragile?"

"Wouldn't the lethality of that blade be over ten thousand?"

"Even if it's over ten thousand, it shouldn't be this heaven-defying! That's Zhao Quan we're talking about!"

The Taleblade Building players who witnessed this scene erupted in exclamations of shock.

The Ferocious-grade Tale was an internal evaluation standard of the Taleblade Building. Ferocious-grade were the elite among tales, and Zhao Quan was no nobody either!

...

The powerful curse power descended upon him, and Xu Lang was indeed injured, suffering some internal organ damage.

However, it wasn't a big problem.

After his spirit attribute underwent its second Limit Break, it was pulled to 350 points by the Life Contract, so both his attributes were now at 350 points.

Furthermore, he still had twenty Free Attribute points unused.

Having too much strength would raise the Scarlet Shepherd's rating increase, which in turn would lead to a lower probability of tombstone reflections appearing.

"You're quite good," Xu Lang walked up to the red lacquered cabinet and raised his foot to step on it.

In his mind, Zhao Quan's threat level was only average, but his tombstone reflection had appeared in the Grave Pasture.

The Scarlet Shepherd Sequence had taken a liking to Zhao Quan, thinking he could serve as cattle and sheep.

This was rather wonderful.

Even duel opponents could be taken into the Grave Pasture. Perhaps one day in the future, the Grave Pasture would be filled with the tombstones of players from various dormitory buildings.

"Let... me out!"

The red lacquered cabinet shook, emitting Zhao Quan's voice.

Xu Lang remained unmoved, exerting force through his sole and crushing the red lacquered cabinet!

Zhao Quan broke free, but his lower body was also crushed into a pulp. His pupils were crimson as he shouted, "Sacrifice!"

Instantly, his flesh and blood were drained dry, and three terrifying malicious intents locked onto Xu Lang.

Zhao Quan's fusion rate with the tales was higher than Bei Moting's. The tale source was within his body. Even if the tales were killed, he could pay a price to manifest them again.

Xu Lang's expression was cold as his fist descended with a thunderous force, its momentum like a mountain hanging upside down!

A Buddhist plaque on Zhao Quan's chest shattered, unfolding a semi-transparent shield!

However, this sole item that Zhao Quan had brought into the Coliseum didn't even hold for half a breath before it abruptly shattered!

350 points of exaggerated Constitution, the Principle of Force, Azeman's divine power, Epic-level fist technique...

The strongest amplification among them was the Principle of Force!

This Attribute Talent was too abnormal. It was equivalent to unlocking genetic limits, allowing every serious punch of his to be at one hundred percent power. This was the ultimate physical Limit Force that even an Epic-level fist technique couldn't achieve.

Using fist techniques could double the explosive power, equivalent to multiplication, but the Principle of Force could maximize the base numerical value to the fullest!

With all these stacked together, even if the Buddhist plaque was a level twenty top-grade item, it couldn't withstand even a bit!

With that one punch, Zhao Quan's upper body almost exploded, his flesh, blood, and shattered bones spraying everywhere up to ten meters away!

The players in the spectator stands gasped in shock.

This was too brutal!

Under the gaze of everyone present, Xu Lang grabbed Zhao Quan by the neck and lifted him up. He turned around in a circle, as if displaying his trophy, then faced the direction where the Taleblade Building players were and violently threw Zhao Quan to the ground.

Bang!

Zhao Quan's body exploded into a mural of blood mist, dead beyond dead!

Xu Lang didn't even want to pretend anymore!

At this moment, the passion in the Coliseum was completely ignited!

The Taleblade Building players were shocked and furious, rising to their feet one after another.

The Mad King Building players, however, were extremely excited, shouting and screaming hoarsely!

The Sacrifice Building players were also emotionally heated, mocking the Taleblade Building players while also imprinting Xu Lang's appearance in their minds.

Living in the high-pressure environment of the Dorm Survival Game, everyone had violence and negative emotions!

These emotions needed release!

The Coliseum was a perfect place for release!

The more violent it was, the happier the players were, the more they liked it.

After flaunting his power and might, Xu Lang leaped up onto the spectator stands.

The moment he left the Coliseum, the Veil of Isolation appeared on him again.

But everyone knew that this was the Mad King Building player named Purgatory, who had just achieved two consecutive victories in the Coliseum.

Without even checking the loser's gift package, he strolled leisurely to the spectator seating area where the Taleblade Building players were.

Dozens of Taleblade Building players were seated here, their forms varying, enveloped by a purple Veil of Isolation. Seeing Xu Lang approach, their anger intensified, and they surrounded Xu Lang almost in unison.

The players of the Taleblade Building seemed to really like dueling; on average, they could all move about freely.

Other players who saw this scene were all somewhat puzzled.

What was Purgatory trying to do?

In the Mad King Building spectator stands, Cao Yaxuan's eyes lit up as she guessed what Xu Lang was about to do next, couldn't help but exclaim, "Well done, Xu Lang!"

Just as Xu Xiaomeng was about to ask Cao Yaxuan what was wrong, she saw Xu Lang raise his little finger towards a Taleblade Building player, then point it downwards.

This gesture was exactly the same as the one Bei Moting had made back then!

The entire venue erupted in an uproar!

"Fuck your mother!" The insulted Taleblade Building player instantly flew into a rage and sent a duel invitation to Xu Lang.

This player was prone to emotional outbursts, had strong self-esteem, and really wanted the Purgatory March...

With all these elements so complete, if Xu Lang didn't taunt him, he'd be letting himself down!