"One punch? He killed a Level Five Dragon Ape with a single punch? And it was in a berserk state?"

"The power of that punch must have been near the Void Transformation Realm, is he really just at the God-breaking Peak? He clearly didn't even use any martial skills just now!"

"So what? Isn't it just a single punch kill? Haven't there been one-hit kills in death matches before? What's there to be surprised about?" someone said sarcastically.

"What do you know? Is this as simple as a one-punch kill? The body strength of the Dragon Ape is five to ten times that of a human martial artist of the same level. Many top God-breaking Peak martial artists can kill them with one punch, but is killing the same as smashing to pieces?"

"Exactly, it's already impressive to kill the Dragon Ape with one punch, but to completely shatter its body requires several times more power. And look at the Dragon Ape's body fragments, shattered so evenly, it shows his control over power has reached a meticulous level. His real combat strength definitely approaches that of a Void Transformation martial artist!"

...

"He won? He won!" The chubby spectator showed a delighted expression. As the son of the City Lord of Iron Glaive City, his Martial Dao Realm wasn't impressive, but his vision was unmatched by ordinary martial artists. The value of Zhang Menglong's punch probably even exceeded the Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena's evaluation of his strength.

Over the years, he had watched many death matches, but he'd never seen someone end the first battle as effortlessly and cleanly as Zhang Menglong!

"There are still seven matches, make sure to perform, for the sake of my 2 million Sacred Gold!"

...

"Damn, unlucky!"

"So formidable?"

"With such strength, why join a death match tournament?"

Those who bet Zhang Menglong wouldn't survive the first battle all cursed angrily. Three days ago, Zhang Menglong's information had already been leaked. From that info, he seemed like an ordinary young man, with nothing noteworthy in appearance or background. Who knew he was a wolf in sheep's clothing?

At this moment, the staff of the Giant Blade Martial Arena also got busy.

They were constantly observing the arena situation and adjusting the strength of the next Warcraft based on the odds and the martial artist's displayed strength.

Before the Dragon Ape appeared, various micro-sensors had been placed on it to obtain more accurate data on Zhang Menglong.

Although the sensors broke along with the Dragon Ape's body from that punch, they still transmitted the relevant data back.

If a regular God-breaking Realm Peak martial artist's destructive power is 100, and using martial skills can reach 200-300, then this Dragon Ape's basic data is around 120, and in its berserk state, its destructive power is definitely above 350.

And the data returned by the sensor showed Zhang Menglong's destructive power had exceeded 800, indicating that if it wasn't due to his absurdly strong basic physical fitness, then he has mastered incredibly powerful martial arts techniques!

Their evaluation of Zhang Menglong was that he could make it through the third death match but would die in the fourth. His opponent for the upcoming matches had already been clearly arranged.

Because in the life age test, Zhang Menglong's result was indeed 42 years, so they boldly estimated his comprehensive strength to be around 500 units.

Unless something unexpected happens, Zhang Menglong's next opponent's strength would be around 430 units, surpassing 500 in the third battle and exceeding 600 units in the fourth. According to their assessment, Zhang Menglong would definitely not survive the third battle, so they deliberately set a clever odds value.

Most martial artists, based on the odds given, estimated Zhang Menglong could survive the third battle. If nothing unexpected happened, the Giant Blade Martial Arena would definitely rake in the profits.

However, Zhang Menglong's performance in the first battle already far exceeded their expectations. With such combat power, forget the third battle, Zhang Menglong could easily win even the fourth!

Adjusting the odds at this point was impossible, but if they proceeded with the original plan of the tournament, they might end up losing everything.

"Report to the superior, our estimation of the participant's strength had a huge error!" The staff immediately reported, "We evaluated him below Level Three, but his displayed combat power has already reached Level Five!"

"What did you say?" The superior sounded somewhat surprised. Of course, it's not that they couldn't bear such a loss. The Giant Blade Martial Arena is a massive corporation, and though this is a hefty sum, it's far from crippling them.

It's just that the performance evaluation of these supervisors is heavily correlated with each arena's profitability. If they incur a severe loss, individuals would face penalties.

"Why was there such a large discrepancy in the information? Is your risk management department useless?" The supervisor cursed.

The staff dared not make a sound; this was indeed the consequence of an erroneous estimate by their evaluation department.

"Supervisor, what should we do now?"

"What else? In this situation, we can only try to fix it," the supervisor said. "For the second battle, send in the Blue Crystal Tiger King first. I'll handle the third battle!"

"Yes!"

According to regulations, the Warcraft's strength in each death match would increase by 10%-20%. This was to leave some room for adjustment in such unexpected situations.

But clearly, even with a consecutive 20% adjustment, it couldn't change the current situation.

But sometimes, combat strength does not represent everything. For example, in the World of the Dead, even God-breaking Realm martial artists can be exhausted to death by Heaven-breaking Realm Undead.

Among Warcraft, there are also such beings. If you want to manipulate within the allowed rules, you have to look for these special Warcraft.

...

According to the rules of death matches, less than 5 minutes of rest is given between fights at the Giant Blade Martial Arena. After completing the subsequent arrangements, the second Warcraft came onto the field immediately.

"Boom boom!" A creature that seemed like it was made of blue gemstones walked out from between the buildings.

"Blue Crystal Tiger King!"

"Though this beast is at the same God-breaking Peak as the Dragon Ape, its strength is far superior. The Blue Crystal Tiger King is a silicon-based life form; not even ten Dragon Apes could be its match."

"The Blue Crystal Tiger King has no gifted bloodline ability, but due to its unique life structure, its physical strength and attack power far exceed that of ordinary Warcraft."

"Under normal circumstances, Warcraft like the Blue Crystal Tiger King wouldn't appear. They must have realized that Zhang Menglong's strength surpassed their estimation, and now they're trying to control match outcomes."

Someone grasped the essence immediately, cursing the Martial Battle Arena for its shamelessness. Normally, a Warcraft of this level might appear in the third battle. This was evidently backstage manipulation … no, it was practically out in the open.

"This Warcraft looks quite valuable," Zhang Menglong examined the Blue Crystal Tiger King as if admiring a piece of art, "Hey, if I damage this thing, I won't have to compensate, right?"