Chapter 136: The Final Begins

Lost in his own delusions, Sikong Ming wore a lewd expression. "You have no idea how beautiful Jinghai was when she was young. I don't know how many times I wanted to violate her. Do you know why I never went through with it? Because I lacked the strength, hehehe. But once that creature became old and ugly, that desire vanished as well. And I will soon send all of you to join her..."

"That bastard!" Watching Sikong Ming spout such nonsense on the stage, Zhang Yang cursed in a rage from the stands. "I will definitely slaughter that scum!"

"Don't be impulsive, Zhang Yang." Holding back Zhang Yang as he prepared to storm the ring, Bai Ying watched Sikong Lang and Qin Xiaochuan on the stage with a calm gaze. "People who are out of place will soon disappear. Both men on that stage are thinking the same thing."

Seemingly oblivious to the look of disgust from his brother behind him, Sikong Ming reached out a hand toward him, shouting excitedly, "Come, brother! Use me as your weapon! What would you like to use? A sword or a spear? As long as we brothers join forces, we will be invincible! Let's kill Qin Xiaochuan together! Hahaha!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Huh!?" Still caught up in his delusions, Sikong Ming did not realize that his words had infuriated the brother he thought he knew so well. Hearing his brother’s command, the man, somewhat crazed, froze in place.

"You are an eyesore, brother!" Stepping up to Sikong Ming, Sikong Lang lifted his leg and hooked his foot upward, kicking his brother high into the air. Sikong Lang had long been unable to suppress his inner fury toward this elder brother, who repeatedly exposed their past with Jinghai. Although he had killed Jinghai himself, he still harbored a trace of nostalgia for the woman who had once held a place in his life, even if he had hidden it away in his pursuit of the martial arts limit. Now, his brother had repeatedly picked at that scar in front of so many people on the stage, thoroughly enraging him. The price for this was his life.

"Wuaah!! You, you bastard... I am your own brother! How could you... how could you raise a hand against your own brother, who sold his soul for the martial path just like you...!! You..." Crying out from the air, Sikong Ming was filled with disbelief. This was the first time his brother had ever turned against him. He recalled how they had both reincarnated as demons for the sake of their martial convictions. How could his own flesh and blood treat him this way? It was impossible! Suspended in mid-air, Sikong Ming shrieked, "I am your own brother!"

"That is irrelevant to me!" Sikong Lang felt a wave of annoyance at his brother's cries. Since he had already abandoned everything for his ultimate goal, he would not let these trivial emotions bind him any longer. Jinghai was gone, and his brother would follow her. The pursuit of the pinnacle of martial arts had allowed Sikong Lang to discard all his feelings and thoughts. He raised his fist once more.

Watching Sikong Ming fall from the sky, Sikong Lang struck him with a punch, launching the loose-lipped man back into the air. Unlike the initial kick, this punch was imbued with a trace of Sikong Lang's rage. Once the blow landed, that rage exploded within Sikong Ming's body. Unable to withstand the intensity of the strike, Sikong Ming’s body erupted like a firework, dissolving into a fine mist of blood that scattered across the sky.

Until the very moment he vanished into thin air, Sikong Ming, unaware of his own transgressions, could not understand why his own brother would treat him this way—he was his only brother. Perhaps that answer would only come to him in hell, where he would have more time to reflect and repent. Perhaps there, the two brothers might meet again, though it was unclear how he would address his brother should they cross paths once more.

Watching his brother disappear into nothingness, Sikong Lang remained remarkably calm, as if saying a final goodbye to an unworthy sibling. He spoke softly to the sky, "I do not recall selling my character as well!"

Having cast aside all his burdens, Sikong Lang fixed his gaze on Qin Xiaochuan ahead, his tone grave. "No one is to interfere with us anymore—this is a one-on-one duel!" It seemed that this moment was the very meaning of his existence; the final battle of destiny had arrived.

"Agreed!" Hearing this, Qin Xiaochuan said nothing more. Clenching his fists, he walked straight toward the center of the ring.

"The final showdown is finally here!" Watching Sikong Lang and Qin Xiaochuan walk toward their ultimate destiny, Miss Xingmeng waved her microphone and narrated enthusiastically to the audience. It was not just the spectators in the stands, but also the fans outside and those watching the satellite broadcast at home—demons across the world were focused on this climactic final. Thinking of the hundreds of millions of viewers watching, Miss Xingmeng felt a surge of excitement. She raised her microphone and announced to the crowd, "Everything will be decided in this match! Will the Sikong team claim consecutive victories, or will the Qin Xiaochuan team secure their first triumph? Let us wait and see! The match between Sikong Lang and Qin Xiaochuan begins now!"

At the judge's declaration, the venue erupted. Many demons in the stands blew whistles and shouted at the fighters. The long-awaited fans seemed ready to release all their passion, banging their cheering sticks and clappers with fervor. The atmosphere reached its absolute peak.

Seemingly indifferent to the crowd's enthusiasm, Sikong Lang walked to the edge of the ring, stripped off his jacket, and tossed it outside. Looking at Qin Xiaochuan, he crouched low, tensing his arms to flex his muscles. A terrifying demonic aura surged from his body. "Let's start with a warm-up," Sikong Lang said, his muscles bulging as the intimidating aura erupted from him. "Let's start at 80%. The fight the day before yesterday didn't satisfy me—you shouldn't disappoint me! Ha!"

"Wow! It's finally happening! Slaughter him, Sikong Lang!"

"Yeah! Amazing, Sikong Lang! Such powerful demonic aura!"

"You're too strong, Sikong Lang!"

"You're the best, Sikong Lang!"

"We support you!"

"Go, Sikong Lang!"

"You're the greatest!"

"Incredible, Sikong Lang!"

"We've got your back, Sikong Lang!"

"Huh? Why is it suddenly so hot!?"

"Hey!? What's wrong with you?"

"Whoa!!! What's wrong with your face? It looks like it was splashed with acid!"

"Oh my god!! That's terrifying!"

"What is going on!?"

"Oh no!! How horrible!"

"Why is his body melting!!"

"Run!! There's another one here!"

"What on earth is happening!?"

"Run!"

"This is just too scary!"

As the audience cheered for Sikong Lang, some of the demons in the stands began to undergo a gruesome change. Their bodies started to melt as if doused in acid, while others turned into wisps of green smoke and vanished from their seats, much like candles consumed by intense heat. Unaware of the cause, the demons panicked, thinking it was a paranormal event, and began to flee in all directions, causing a localized riot.

"It's that guy!" Staring at Sikong Lang on the stage, Fei Yan said firmly, "That is Sikong Lang's demonic aura. The aura he is releasing is so aggressively potent that weaker demons are being instantly vaporized by the killing intent within it!"

"Damn it..." Holding his wounded left arm, Bai Ying broke into a cold sweat, struggling to withstand the pressure. He tried to stand, but his body was severely injured from his battle with Hao, and his depletion of demonic energy left him vulnerable. Even though he had stanched the bleeding with herbs, he felt powerless against the raw aura emanating from such close proximity. Checking his internal wounds, Bai Ying felt a sense of frustration. "In my current state, I cannot withstand his aura..." Staring at Sikong Lang, who continued to intensify his energy, Bai Ying added helplessly, "Can I not even watch this fight?"

"Get behind me." Hearing Bai Ying, Xiao Yan Wang, standing nearby, flicked his cape. A circular barrier of spiritual power expanded from his body, blocking the onslaught of Sikong Lang's aura. "I can at least manage simple defense."

'What... what a terrifying aura!' Watching the intensity of Sikong Lang's power continue to climb, Miss Feixue felt a crushing pressure bearing down on her.