"This time, Xu Lang should win, right?" Han Zhixiu trusted Xu Lang deeply, but seeing him accept another challenge still made her uneasy.

Xu Lang had won three consecutive matches, and for a Taleblade Building player to dare challenge him now, that challenger had to be ruthless.

"He definitely will!" Wang Yazhi said firmly.

She trusted Xu Lang's strength, and trusted his judgment even more.

Gu Ya pressed her palms together in prayer. Although she feared Xu Lang, she truly treated him like her husband. After all, she belonged to a sect where a woman's bare face was taboo; once intimacy happened, loyalty followed inevitably.

"Brother Lang will be fine..." Tong Qi pictured Song Fei choking Chaoyang to death and suddenly felt a chill of dread.

Her instincts were almost always right.

Compared to Han Zhixiu and the others' worries, the other players in Mad King Building were elated, certain Xu Lang would win. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Their worship of Xu Lang was blind.

If the Great Demon King Xu Lang himself had stepped up, how could he lose?

And they couldn't help but swell with pride.

Other dorm buildings' players weren't that impressive either, maybe they could challenge too?

Ayiguli stood, wanting to move, but restraints held her in place; she had to remain seated.

Right now she felt exactly like Han Zhixiu and the others.

Very worried.

"Queen, why not ask Yazhuan and the others? You don't need to be so anxious, Brother Lang will absolutely, definitely, for sure win!" On the same row, Su Yuan spoke up.

He had just moved back to the first floor. Although he was not Ayiguli's tenant, his status was high.

"Why?" Ayiguli asked, puzzled.

"Because we can only believe Brother Lang will win!" Su Yuan said earnestly.

If Xu Lang died, Mad King Building would be reshuffled!

Those close to Xu Lang would likely be purged.

Ayiguli froze, then instead of calming down grew even more anxious.

"If the Great King Xu Lang wins, I must private message him to beg him not to fight anymore... I'll promise him anything tonight."

Ayiguli prayed silently.

Smart people could see how dangerous this duel was.

The Taleblade Building player would certainly try everything to win.

Players like Wu Huihui, Kui Zi, Pandora, Zhang Dahai, Zhang Sanfeng, and Li Shuwen—those high-ranking or personally strong—could all see how important Xu Lang was to Mad King Building.

Only after eating could one survey the whole situation.

They belonged to this well-fed group.

"The son of a rich family won't just sit quietly." Li Shuwen murmured, a trace of helplessness in his calm, imposing expression.

Zhu Yan glanced at the excited players and low-voiced to Li Shuwen, "Brother Lang is just that kind of style."

Li Wenwen, squeezed between them, showed a flicker of confusion.

Style? What style—an always-win style?

In the Mad King Building lounge, Xu Lang sat cross-legged, Purgatory March resting across his knees.

Song Fei might be the trickiest opponent Xu Lang had encountered.

Although Song Fei was only a combatant from a Floor Leader's dorm—not the Floor Leader nor an overwhelmingly powerful veteran—he was undeniably strong.

Old dorm buildings cultivated depth that wasn't to be underestimated.

To be honest, this duel was risky.

But what that Bloody Robe player had given Song Fei was something Xu Lang really wanted!

Song Fei’s own abilities were also something Xu Lang coveted!

The Taleblade Building coveted Purgatory March; Xu Lang likewise coveted their treasures.

Everyone was both prey and hunter.

"You're already so strong, can I open up a little?" Song Fei asked.

"A little opening isn't opening at all."

Xu Lang closed his eyes and entered the simulation dream.

Near the last two minutes before the duel, Xu Lang exited the dream, brow furrowed.

"So strong, really strong!" Xu Lang exhaled, a flash of battle intent igniting in his eyes.

This duel was a standard match. After selecting five pieces of equipment and one item, he stepped out of the lounge.

All eyes watched as Xu Lang made his entrance.

The crowd was bigger than before, easily five or six hundred more; even many from Vast Sky Building had come to watch.

These spectators could afford tickets and were no weak players.

"If the Dorm Survival Game governs thousands of dorm buildings, then this force would be formidable even in the Blood Mist World," Xu Lang mused briefly, then cleared his mind and fixed his gaze on Song Fei ahead.

Song Fei had been waiting, hands in his pockets, glancing at Xu Lang with a slant-eyed look, really assessing Purgatory March.

When he saw Purgatory March’s splendid appearance, Song Fei’s pupils shrank.

"This is Legendary... no, it's an Epic weapon!" he said, suppressing his excitement as he looked at Xu Lang.

Xu Lang smirked, "You have good eyesight. Is that 'Certificate of Survival' in your item slot? Think about how you're planning to survive."

Song Fei said nothing. Behind him a huge crimson fiend materialized.

The fiend had no lower body; its upper torso pressed against the ground, enclosing Song Fei's body in its mass. Its arms were thick and powerful. The ghoul's head had a pair of horns; a drooling, greasy tongue lolled outside its mouth, eyes full of greed as it stared at Xu Lang and... at Song Fei beneath it.

"I'm so hungry, Song Fei, I'm so hungry!" The crimson fiend's voice boomed like a bell, each word delivering a tangible attack that cracked the earth.

"Eat it with me, and you'll be full!" Song Fei drew a steak knife and walked toward Xu Lang with a cold face.

[Gluttonous Ghost: A Taleblade-born nightmare from Purgatory, harboring one-millionth of the Gluttony Divine Power]

The last time the Gluttonous Ghost had briefly appeared, spectators hadn't paid it much attention. Now seeing its full form, the crowd fell silent in shock.

Its aura was terrifying; sitting among the stands, they felt as if they were in its presence.

"What an imposing might. Is this the Taleblade Building's 'King-level Tale'?"

"Song Fei, this guy loves duels and is already on a seven-win streak. Every opponent got eaten by him."

"Tch, that kid is probably doomed. That creature's size alone—one swat and a level-twenty gate would probably shatter."

While players gaped at the Gluttonous Ghost, a burst of blood-red flames also rose from the other side of the arena.

As Xu Lang walked, flames flared and died; when they faded, a three-meter-tall monstrosity appeared!

The Blood Rakshasa's visage was several times more ferocious than the Gluttonous Ghost, its ears, nose, mouth, and jaw angular—an aesthetic of terror—with a look that faintly resembled Xu Lang himself.

No matter how "delicate" this killing form looked, its core was unquestionably vicious!

Many players cried out at the Blood Rakshasa's face, their hearts trembling involuntarily.

Even from afar it had that effect; if the demon truly stared at someone, the psychological pressure would be immense!

After slaughtering in the Blood Mist World, the Blood Rakshasa's blood pact had grown. It was stronger than before; in Xu Lang's hands, Purgatory March felt like a small dagger.

Huff~

Seven Killings Blood Qi surged out, draping Purgatory March in a dense blood-colored veil. The sword inexplicably nearly doubled in size, blood-red blade qi extending outward for at least three meters!

"Ultimate Liberation!"

Xu Lang raised his hand and used the forbidden power.

If possible, he wanted to finish Song Fei in one burst.

Soul fire began to blaze. In an instant Xu Lang's aura skyrocketed; the air around him tore and tiny lightning sparked outward.

Gulp~

A Sacrifice Building player swallowed nervously.

He'd realized this Mad King Building player was no pushover!

Is this really a Six-Cycle Player!?

Do Six-Cycle Players act like this?

What was I doing at cycle six?

I think I was just thrilled to get a submachine gun...