4/4 chapters updated for today. Sorry for not posting yesterday. Thank you for reading.
I won’t be able to upload till Tuesday 12pm US time. Yes, I know my uploads has been inconsistent this past few days or even weeks. Maybe my upload chapters have been always been inconsistent, but we can all agree that it has been more inconsistent than it was. As for my reason for uploading till Tuesday is because today is my baby daughter’s dedication. Nigerians would know more about this event because it is a required event done for every New born baby. Preparing for this event has been very draining lately coupled with the fact I have to get used to my new life as a married man. Taking care of baby is really demanding mostly when it’s only just you and the spouse and the baby is the nagging type lol. It’s as I said is the reason my uploads have been inconsistent lately. But still I know all these are excuses….I want to give you all more quality chapters for this fight which is why I want to begin uploading again by on Tuesday 12Pm Us time.
. . Muzan was completely and utterly outraged. His blood boiled with anger, and his mind screamed with the urge to send Landon straight to the underworld. Yet, despite every fiber of his being yearning to act on his rage, he held himself back. The only reason he restrained himself was because he knew he had much more to lose if he continued to take on the role of the aggressor. With only two teammates left on his side, Muzan simply couldn’t afford to lose another member. The stakes were incredibly high, and losing even one more team member would automatically lead to disqualification. In this competition, a team had to maintain at least three active members in order to advance to the next round. If he lost another one of his teammates, the consequences would be not just severe, but catastrophic. To avoid finding himself on the losing side, Muzan knew he had to change his approach. He had to switch to a more defensive strategy and play it safe, even though it went against his nature
. . Most of the martial artists’ expressions turned serious when they heard the invigilator’s announcement. This reaction was especially evident among those teams that were short of members, as they realized the gravity of their situation. Muzan was no exception. His face bore an expression of deep concern. Being in a team composed of only three members and having to face such a massive number of God-level martial artists was not going to be easy. Now, it was crystal clear to him why the invigilator had emphasized that any team with fewer than three members would be disqualified right at the start. It was because a team of just two members would struggle to survive the second round’s onslaught. They wouldn’t be able to handle the intensity of what was about to come. As Muzan and his team prepared themselves, many of those who had failed the first round felt an unexpected wave of relief wash over them. Their initial disappointment transformed into gratitude that they weren’t facing
..Ten minutes passed, and the fierce battle with the mannequins still showed no sign of ending. In that span of time, many teams had been eliminated, leaving only a handful of contenders. The number of teams still standing strong was not more than ten, but fortunately, Landon’s team was among the few that had managed to endure the relentless assault of the mannequins.‘As expected of Landon,’ thought a familiar lady with white hair, her lips curving into a subtle smile as she focused intently on Landon’s team through one of the numerous screens displaying the ongoing competition.There was no way she could fail to recognize Landon. After all, they had spent a considerable amount of time together in the past. The bond they shared was such that she could effortlessly spot him, even amidst the chaos and brutality of the Deadly Path of the South. What surprised her, however, was the fact that Landon had not informed her of his intention to join the competition. Had she not decided to at
..The second round had finally concluded, but the number of teams that managed to pass through it unscathed were shockingly few. In fact, the total number of teams that emerged victorious from the brutal challenge wasn’t even up to fifteen. This fact alone was a testament to just how ruthless and demanding the second round had been. At the start of the competition, there were eighty-three teams that boldly entered the race, filled with confidence and determination. But now, after facing the sheer difficulty and relentless nature of the second round, only thirteen teams remained standing. To make matters worse, even those teams that survived did not emerge unscathed—many of them had lost one or more members along the way.Not all teams that began the round with a complete roster of five members made it out with the same number. This only served to emphasize how challenging and dangerous the second round had been. The intensity of the battles was such that it took everything the conte
..Thirty minutes passed in the blink of an eye for the martial artists, yet it felt like an eternity. Time has a strange way of playing tricks on the mind. When one wants time to move quickly, it seems to drag painfully slow, and when one wishes for it to slow down, it races ahead uncontrollably. This situation was no different for the exhausted martial artists. Most of them desperately wanted time to move slowly so they could recover as much stamina and energy as possible before the commencement of the third round. Yet, despite their hopes, time seemed to accelerate, ticking away faster than they would have liked, leaving them feeling far from satisfied with the outcome.“Alright! Attention, everyone!” the invigilator's voice boomed through the arena, cutting through the lingering silence. “The thirty-minute break has now officially come to an end. We will be moving on to the highly anticipated third round!” His announcement elicited a deafening wave of cheers and applause from the
..The unexpected declaration rippled through the crowd like a shockwave, sending waves of surprise and confusion across the arena. Before the duel could even commence, Hendrix’s opponent, Jay Williams, had already thrown in the towel, surrendering without so much as raising a fist. The spectators, who had been brimming with anticipation for the intense battle, stood in stunned silence, frozen by the unexpected turn of events. Slowly, the murmurs and whispers began to ripple through the crowd, spreading like wildfire. Some voices expressed disappointment, others understanding, and a few, particularly the more bloodthirsty onlookers, expressed outright fury at being robbed of the spectacle they had come to witness.Jay’s decision, however, was not entirely surprising to those who truly understood the situation. It was a decision born out of pure logic and survival instinct. Hendrix, known throughout the arena as an unstoppable force, was a titan in battle—a force of nature who obliter
..“As expected of Flying Logan, he won so easily! I never imagined he was that strong!” one spectator exclaimed, their voice filled with admiration.“I know, right? I thought Rain had the upper hand in terms of sheer strength, but he lost so utterly!” another chimed in, their disbelief evident.“Well, now I finally understand why Flying Logan is considered one of the top martial artists in this entire competition. His skills are truly on a different level,” someone else added.The crowd buzzed with excitement and awe as they showered Logan with praises, marveling at the ease with which he secured his victory in the third round. He had won his duel without even breaking a sweat, defeating his opponent with an elegance that left everyone astonished. Despite the waves of admiration and recognition flowing his way, Logan didn’t let the adoration go to his head. He simply stepped away from the center of the stage and moved quietly to the corner, distancing himself from the limelight. In