Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?

Chapter 916: Enemy Meets Enemy

..."Are you here to register?"

At the colosseum's registration point, the Battle Master looked at the young girl, Li Qingran, and was momentarily stunned.

Although her face was hidden behind a mask, her simple clothes and slender arms and legs made her seem completely lacking in intimidation.

Women were already scarce within Demon Tower City, with most engaged in work serving other Battle Masters.

Those who came to the colosseum to fight and kill were an even rarer minority.

Moreover, those female Battle Masters each carried an extremely heavy aura of killing intent; just standing there made others not dare to underestimate them.

The young girl before him had a clear, cold, and pure aura about her, completely out of place with the entire atmosphere of Demon Tower City. This was what puzzled him the most.

Demon Tower City was a great quagmire.

Could someone truly enter and emerge unstained from the filth?

"Are there any prerequisites for registration?" Li Qingran lifted her chin slightly, her gaze icy cold.

A Legendary Battle Master's pressure spread out, the frigid Sword Intent causing the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees.

The Battle Master felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his throat as if gripped by an iron hand, unable to breathe.

Fortunately, this oppressive feeling came and went quickly.

He no longer dared to look down on Li Qingran and swiftly processed her registration.

"Your number is 93," he said cautiously. "It's the same as the number on your identity token. It holds no special meaning.

When reception gave you the number 93 identity token, it simply meant the previous number 93 had died. That's all there is to it. It's the same for everyone entering Demon Tower City.

Additionally, I must inform you that, although we know it's inevitable, please ensure your mask remains on during the gladiatorial matches. Don't let anyone identify you.

Otherwise, some people might try to eliminate you outside the arena beforehand. Perhaps you don't care about such threats.

But it would be a hassle, more or less."

After completing the registration procedure, the Battle Master's attitude had clearly become much more respectful.

He handed the token to Li Qingran with both hands. "You may enter the arena now.

There is no limit to the number of matches you can participate in daily, but as your ranking increases, the opponents matched against you will become progressively stronger."

"Finally, good luck!"

...

*Creak—!*

The colosseum's massive gate swung open.

Li Qingran passed through a dim, lengthy tunnel. Her field of vision suddenly widened, and a tidal wave of sound crashed against her eardrums.

The entire colosseum was funnel-shaped. Tens of thousands of spectators packed the circular stands, each face hidden behind a cold, silvery-white mask.

They roared and howled maniacally, waving their betting slips in their hands like a pack of frenzied beasts.

At the very top of the stands, several private boxes crafted from expensive crystal stones stood silently.

Within one of these boxes, a blurred figure leaned back in a wide chair, overlooking the blood-soaked sands below like a monarch.

At that moment, the battle in the center of the arena had just concluded.

A giant over two meters tall was crouching on the shattered stone slabs, tearing at the dismembered limbs of his opponent with both hands, making a sound of chewing that set teeth on edge.

Blood dripped from his chin, soaking the black hair on his chest.

"Ogre Carter wins! This is his twelfth victory today!"

"He's gone on a killing spree! Is there really no one who can stop this monster?"

The host's voice echoed through the arena via loudspeakers, igniting a new wave of fanaticism.

Countless spectators chanted Carter's name.

Even though many among them possessed strength surpassing this Ogre Carter.

The host glanced down at the list, a hint of amusement in his tone:

"Next to appear is a newcomer with the number 93. Let's welcome—this Young Lady, number 93, who has no title for now!"

Two masked staff members walked up to Li Qingran, positioning themselves on her left and right as if to prevent her from escaping.

After all, from the moment one entered the colosseum, it signified agreement to participate in the matches. No one would ask for opinions; whoever was called had to step into the arena immediately.

Li Qingran ignored the two people beside her and walked calmly onto the sandy ground.

Her pristine, plain robe seemed utterly incongruous within the bloodstained colosseum.

After a brief moment of silence, the spectator stands erupted into even more twisted jeers and shouts.

"Where did this little girl come from? Did she take a wrong turn?"

"Carter, tear her apart! Pull out her intestines for a side dish!"

"With skin that tender, she probably can't even break Carter's defense! Hahahaha!"

In the center of the colosseum, within that circle of nauseating blood.

Carter dropped the half-eaten severed arm in his hand and slowly stood up.

His large, protruding ears adorned with huge earrings twitched, his savage gaze locking onto Li Qingran.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellowed, sharp teeth. His voice was like sandpaper scraping the ground:

"Are you my next opponent?"

"*Jie jie!* A tender little snack... I'll break your legs first, then make you watch as I eat you bit by bit!"

Within the Battle Soul space.

Chen Huaian's eyes turned cold; he was already preparing to emerge.

"Husband, leave this one to me." Sensing her husband's killing intent, Li Qingran soothed him. "Husband is my trump card, to be saved for the grand finale. This kind of worthless trash isn't worthy of you showing yourself."

Chen Huaian examined Li Qingran's opponent before him.

A Level 67 Battle Master, his aura was impure, and his World Ring was garbage.

His Battle Soul was probably some kind of World Beast.

Although possessing immense strength, in the eyes of a Sword Cultivator, his entire body was full of openings.

He restrained his desire to intervene.

More battles, more killing, seeing more blood—it was indeed a good way to temper Qingran's state of mind.

"Very well. Make it quick."

...

"Die!"

From fifty meters away, Carter let out a thunderous roar.

In the next instant, the six World Rings beneath his feet exploded simultaneously. Violent earth-attribute energy shattered the ground for several meters around.

He swung the massive spiked flail in his hands, transforming into a black whirlwind as he charged forward.

The explosive sound of the iron chain whipping through the air forced nearby spectators to stumble back.

The flail descended with the force of ten thousand jun, seemingly about to smash that slender figure into pulp.

Li Qingran remained standing quietly. She hadn't even activated her World Ring, nor had she drawn her sword.

Just as the flail was mere inches from her head, she took a half-step to the side, forming a sword with her fingers.

A sliver of extremely condensed silvery-white light flickered at her fingertips, gently rising along the trajectory of the sweeping flail.

It was an incredibly swift flash.

*Hiss—!*

The silvery-white sword radiance passed through his body, piercing straight through the colosseum's dome.

The noisy arena fell into a deathly silence without warning.

Carter remained frozen in his charging posture. The giant flail smashed heavily into the ground, creating a deep crater.

Yet, his body had stiffened. A fine red line rapidly extended across his thick neck.

*Thud.*

His head soared into the sky. The blood column spraying from his neck cavity reached several meters high.

Without even glancing at the corpse that collapsed with a heavy thud, before the bloody rain could fall,

Li Qingran had already retracted her fingers and turned to walk towards the exit passage.

Her plain-colored long skirt swayed gently in the slight breeze, not a single speck of blood staining it.

In the stands, Tang Er, sitting in the shadows, abruptly stood up. The Sword Intent revealed in that instant caused his pupils behind the mask to contract violently.

This person, this technique...

Even without using a World Ring, it felt so familiar.

"Could it be her?"

He muttered to himself. Behind the silvery-white mask, killing intent surged in his eyes.

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