Armed Train in the Apocalypse

Su Huan observed for a while, sensing something was off.

The surrounding Pan Energy couldn’t keep up with Cheng Zhan’s absorption.

There are only two possibilities for this situation: one is a profession advancement that triggers energy changes, but a ”Defender” hardly has more energy within them than they did at Tier One, so that option is excluded.

Then there’s only one cause left: this guy’s skill level is insufficient, having prematurely advanced due to combat stimulation.

Su Huan does this sort of thing often; he doesn’t care about skill levels at all. Anyway, all he needs is a tiny bit of Life Force and a little bit of wild Pan Energy—crunching a few pears afterward is enough. The energy stored in his heart is sufficient to replenish any skill. If it doesn’t work, he just absorbs more. One kilometer’s not enough, then ten kilometers, and if ten kilometers aren’t enough, then fifty kilometers—as long as he’s there, energy just drills toward him.

But this doesn’t work for other professions.

Watching the signs of instability from the guy in front, Su Huan sighed, his main heart suddenly accelerated by a beat, releasing a thick surge of Pan Energy. The area, just vacuumed dry, was instantly filled, and the energy difference formed a small storm.

Cheng Zhan felt like a dying fish suddenly thrown into the ocean.

Greedily sucking in the water, his suffocating chest began to throb again. Next to the strong heartbeat, a weak sound appeared; initially juvenile, it was soon driven by the main heart, the two heartbeats alternating.

Adding a heart constitutes a huge leap in strength for an Evolver. It’s not just an increase in heart rate, but also in heart output, peak blood supply capacity, anaerobic threshold, explosiveness, endurance, metabolism, recovery... a series of massive enhancements.

The turbulence problem caused by different heart frequencies has been forcibly erased by the Pan Energy and the Evolver’s powerful body.

Feeling the ceaseless power within, Cheng Zhan couldn’t help but open his eyes.

Then he seemed to see a bottomless trench, gripping his consciousness’ throat, dragging him down dominantly.

In fear, Cheng Zhan instinctively retaliated, black-red smoke sprouted in his eyes, nearly tangible murderous intent exploded around him, causing every weapon he thrust into the ground to tremble violently, and Death Fight Arena’s soil surged, layers of dark red blood stains rising, dyeing the ground crimson.

Countless Evolvers fought desperately in this narrow place, watering the land with life and flesh. They came alive at this moment; crimson shadows emerged from the walls and ground, like the relentless souls of gladiators, roaring and ascending within the black smoke, grasping weapons flying to their hands, and stabbing them into the ground, forming a more ferocious and towering wall.

Tier Three ”Gladiator Master” Domain, ”Death Fight Arena”!

This domain only has one effect: unless canceled by the caster or upon their death, no one can walk out alive.

Besides that, there are no additional enhancements!

When the domain was just forming and not yet stable, Su Huan could interrupt it, but he merely watched with interest, showing no intention of interrupting.

He could suppress even the freshly advanced Tier Four Terror Slaughterer’s domain, let alone an embryonic Tier Three domain.

After revisiting post-Tier Four combat, Su Huan found a trace of Rule sensation within Cheng Zhan’s domain—not a mandatory rule, but the effect of ”Death Fight Arena” closely resembled it.

It’s no exaggeration to call it a precursor.

Maybe this is a way to grasp rules?

Ever since Lin Jin, using nothing but watching to digest the big Fungus Carpet during his inactive phase, gained a partial [Destruction] rule, Su Huan realized there must be multiple ways to acquire these things.

Soon, the arena was completely enveloped by the ”Death Fight Arena.”

One by one, spirits rose dozens of meters high, holding enormous weapon phantoms, endlessly releasing black mist and murderous intent, maintaining the domain’s operation.

In the center, Liang Kuan couldn’t care less for the current situation. Seated on his shield, he began dealing with his wounds, while Su Huan hands in pockets, leisurely gazed at the bare-chested man ahead.

”Do you want a fight with me?”

The latter had hooks and chains wrapped around his upper body, one hand holding a short spear, the other gripping a military dagger, looking like a deity of war, eyes scorching as they stared at Su Huan.

The entire gladiatorial arena was silent, both Hua Junyan floating above and the ordinary spectators were rendered mere backdrops by the pair’s aura, unable to utter a word.

Just waiting for their casual chat to end.

At this moment, identity and status no longer held meaning—evolution was the essence of everything.

Otherwise, one didn’t even have the right to speak.

Hua Junyan fiercely glared with his eyes at Fatty Lu, including the previous betrayal by the fierce beast; it undoubtedly was his doing.

Fatty Lu hadn’t anticipated events would unfold to this point, a bitter taste lingering in his lips, yet he still managed a smile at Hua Junyan.

The latter coldly snorted, continuing to watch the scene below, contemplating ways to restore the situation.

Just then, a cold cry rang out from afar, overshadowing the pressure exerted by Cheng Zhan’s domain on everyone. Hua Junyan’s heart leapt for joy, unmistakably revealing his happiness toward that Tier Three Iron Swallow.

In the field, Cheng Zhan’s brows slightly furrowed, observing the nearby conductor, gripping the military dagger with a hand that opened and closed.

Although his strength massively surged post-evolution, he still couldn’t discern Su Huan’s true power. As before, he held no certainty, but... he simply wanted to give it a try.