In a high-level martial arts game, a wife is given to you at the start.

Chapter 975 Killing Thunder Demon

With a soft thud, the spear tip pierced his left shoulder, penetrating the thick black armor and drawing out a spray of golden-red blood.

Lei Sha's body jolted violently, and he staggered back several steps, blood streaming down his left shoulder. He glanced down at the wound on his shoulder, then looked up at Lin Qiye, a hint of genuine shock and anger finally appearing in his deep brown eyes.

"You..." His voice was a little hoarse, and his chest heaved more violently than before.

The stands were completely silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the wound on Lei Sha's left shoulder that was bleeding, and at the still-dry golden-red bloodstain on the tip of Lin Qiye's spear.

Lei Sha... is injured.

Within a short time of the start of the battle, Lei Sha was actually stabbed by Lin Qiye.

Those who originally thought Lin Qiye wouldn't last three moves now had a variety of expressions on their faces. Some stared blankly at the dark gray figure holding a gun on the fighting platform, their eyes filled with extreme horror.

"You surprised me," Lei Sha said slowly, his voice still deep, but with a hint of barely suppressed anger beneath his composure. "But you made a mistake."

He slowly raised his right hand and touched the wound on his left shoulder. The wound, which was still bleeding, began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye the moment his fingers touched it, and in a moment only a faint mark remained.

Another application of the power of the source is the shockwave hemostasis. He instantly closed the meridians around the wound, stopping the bleeding, and then forcibly activated tissue regeneration with his source energy. Although this method leaves some minor internal injuries, it is undoubtedly the fastest way to recover combat strength in battle.

"You shouldn't have hurt me." Lei Sha's voice turned extremely cold. "Because it will make me take this seriously."

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura suddenly surged.

Dark red primal energy surged from his body, condensing into a blurry phantom behind him, like an ancient war god. The air around him hummed and trembled under the pressure of that terrifying aura, and the crystalline rock ground beneath his feet began to crack continuously.

In the stands, some of the weaker spectators were already struggling to breathe under the oppressive aura, their faces pale and their breathing difficult.

"Oh no... Lei Sha is getting serious."

"Those few axe blows just now were definitely not his full strength—he was just testing the waters!"

"Lin Qiye was able to force Lei Sha to use his full strength, so he can still be considered to have lost with honor."

"A glorious defeat? He injured Lei Sha; how could Lei Sha possibly let him leave the fighting arena alive?"

On the fighting platform.

Lin Qiye felt the surge of Lei Sha's aura, his grip on the gun tightened, then loosened, then tightened again.

He knew that the real battle was only just beginning.

Lei Sha's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He pushed off the ground with his feet, and his whole body was like a burning meteorite. He raised his giant axe high and brought it down towards Lin Qiye with a world-destroying momentum.

This time, he was almost twice as fast as before.

Lin Qiye's pupils contracted slightly, but he did not retreat. He took a deep breath, and the Blood Demon Power and Origin Qi within his body erupted to their peak at the same moment. Dark golden light exploded around him, and the black iron spear emitted a deep hum, with a solidified dark golden light condensing at its tip.

He did not dodge, but chose to confront it head-on.

"clang--!!!"

Another deafening clang of metal rang out.

But this time, the outcome of the collision was completely different from before.

The crystalline rock beneath Lin Qiye's feet shattered with a deafening roar. His body slid backward dozens of feet under the immense force, leaving two deep furrows in the ground beneath his feet. His tiger's mouth was split open, and blood flowed down the shaft of his spear. His hand, gripping the spear, trembled slightly.

Lei Sha only took a few steps back before regaining his footing.

The gap in strength still exists.

Lin Qiye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly stood up, his gaze still calm. He glanced at his split hand, then at Lei Sha in the distance, whose aura was as deep as an abyss, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face.

The smile was faint, yet it carried an indescribable meaning.

"That's about it," he said softly, as if speaking to himself.

Lei Sha frowned slightly. He didn't understand why Lin Qiye had smiled like that after being completely suppressed. But he didn't dwell on it. He raised his giant axe again, intending to end the battle with a fatal blow.

But just as he was about to swing that axe, Lin Qiye suddenly closed his eyes.

Immediately afterwards—

An aura several times stronger than before suddenly erupted from Lin Qiye's body.

That aura was like an ancient ferocious beast breaking free of its shackles, carrying an extreme and savage life force that impacted the entire arena. A deeper color began to mix into the dark golden light surrounding Lin Qiye—a new power born from the complete fusion of Blood Demon Power and Origin Qi, a color that was neither entirely black nor entirely gold, carrying a chilling pressure.

The barrier that had accumulated within his body for months finally shattered completely at this moment.

breakthrough.

Under the pressure of battle and Lei Sha's all-out attack, his seemingly perfect barrier was gently pushed by the last surge of bloodline feedback and shattered naturally.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling light; just a thin barrier gently shattered deep within his dantian. Then, all the power surged into a completely new realm like a flood bursting its banks.

He could feel that the world had changed in his perception. The flow of Origin Qi had become clearer, the patterns of the laws had become more distinct, and even the trajectory of the Origin Qi within Lei Sha's body was like an unfolding scroll, clearly presented in his perception.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within those eyes gleamed a faint, dark golden light, like two quiet, burning stars.

Lei Sha's expression finally changed completely.

"You... broke through?" His voice carried a hint of disbelief and shock, as well as a barely perceptible sense of apprehension.

Lin Qiye did not answer. He simply raised the black iron spear in his hand slowly, the tip pointing directly at Lei Sha's throat.

Lei Sha's pupils contracted violently; he had no way out. He roared and poured all his source energy into the giant axe, unleashing his strongest shockwave strike.

"Epicenter—catastrophic collapse!"

The giant axe, like a dark red lightning bolt, cleaved down towards Lin Qiye.

Lin Qiye did not retreat. He did not even dodge. He simply took a step forward, his spear like a dark golden lightning bolt slicing through the night sky, thrusting out to meet the dark red lightning.

The moment the spear tip collided with the axe blade, the light on the entire arena seemed to dim for a split second.

Then an extremely dazzling light exploded.

Immediately following was a deafening roar.

As the light faded and the dust settled, everyone witnessed a scene they would never forget—

Lei Sha's dark red giant axe was broken in two, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

Lin Qiye's black iron spear had already pierced Lei Sha's throat with its tip.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Lei Sha looked down at the spear tip piercing his throat, then slowly raised his head to look at the newcomer in front of him, whom he could easily crush a year ago. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he could no longer make a sound.

His eyes held anger, resentment, and disbelief, but ultimately, all those emotions dissolved into a hollow blankness.

He lost.

He had lived here for tens of thousands of years, personally ending the lives of countless geniuses, but he never imagined that he would eventually die at the hands of an ascendant from a secondary universe.

Lin Qiye slowly drew his spear.

Golden-red blood gushed from Lei Sha's throat, splashing onto the dark crystalline rock ground with a soft hissing sound. Lei Sha's body swayed, then collapsed like a crumbling iron tower, kicking up a cloud of dust.

On the fighting platform, it was so quiet you could hear the sound of blood flowing.

In the stands, tens of thousands of spectators were completely silent. Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, staring blankly at the figure holding a long spear on the fighting platform and the huge, lifeless body at his feet.

A very long time passed before someone uttered the first exclamation.

Then, the entire arena erupted in cheers.

"Leisha is dead!!!"

"Lin Qiye killed Lei Sha!!!"

"My God! He killed Lei Sha with a single shot after breaking through!!!"

"One shot! Just one shot!"

The cheers swept across the entire stands like a tsunami; everyone had gone mad. Those who had thought Lin Qiye wouldn't last a single move, those who were waiting to see him torn apart by Lei Sha, those who were waiting for a good show, all stood up now, hysterically shouting, cheering, and cursing.

The referee in charge of the event was stunned for a long time before remembering his duties. He strode onto the fighting platform, examined Lei Sha's corpse, confirmed that it had completely lost its life force, then raised the flag, his voice trembling slightly: "Year-End Tournament, Round One—Lin Qiye wins!"

The cheers from the stands grew even more frenzied.

The results of the first round of the year-end tournament were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up huge waves throughout the arena.

Lei Sha is dead.

The news spread to every corner of the arena within an hour. Those who had been waiting to see Lin Qiye make a fool of himself, those who had bet against him, and those who had mocked him before, all fell silent.

No one could believe the result.

A newcomer who had ascended less than two years ago, in full view of everyone, directly killed a veteran high-ranking deacon who had fought in the arena for tens of thousands of years.

Moreover, it was a fatal shot delivered after the breakthrough.

Clean and neat.

There is no room for shortcuts.

When the referee in charge announced the result, his voice trembled—not from excitement, but from fear. He knew better than anyone how deep Lei Sha's influence was in the arena, and he knew better than anyone what kind of chain reaction Lei Sha's death would trigger in the arena.

But that's something for those in power to worry about.

He was just a referee; his job was to announce the results of the match.

Lin Qiye stood on the fighting platform and slowly withdrew his spear.

He turned around and stepped off the fighting platform.

The cheers from the stands were still deafening, but he heard them indifferently, as if they were coming through a thick pane of glass. The sounds swept past his ears without leaving any ripples in his heart.

He didn't kill Lei Sha to gain anyone's approval.

He was just trying to survive.

That's it.

He walked back along the path, his boots making a steady sound on the hard stone ground.

"Deacon Lin!"

A voice came from behind.

Lin Qiye stopped, but did not turn around.

Behind him, a young steward dressed in the attire of the steward's office quickly caught up and said respectfully, "Steward Lin, Steward Mo Yuan of the Supervisory Council requests your presence."

Mo Yuan.

The man who stopped him in the training area, who claimed to be a deacon of the Control Yuan.

He did indeed come.