"Look at you, already frightened by seeing me. If you're timid, surrender immediately and go home to find your mother."
Zhuo Bufan's merciless mockery instantly incited the anger of the demon. After a deafening roar, it somehow produced a long sword, the body of the sword emitting a dark blue color.
Seeing this, Zhuo Bufan immediately pulled out the ice and fire wand he carried with him, and with one hand pointing to the sky, he loudly chanted an incantation.
Countless ice pillars fell from the sky and densely covered the bodies of the Demon. In just a few seconds, it was thoroughly frozen solid inside and outside.
Through the crystal clear ice layer, Zhuo Bufan came in front of his opponent with his hands behind his back, revealing a provocative smile.
"Those that want to kill me will be killed by me first. Arrogant fellow who overestimates himself."
The frozen demon opponent could not move his body or limbs apart from his eyes.
However, Zhuo Bufan suddenly recalled that Song Chenxing had secretly mentioned to him before that the Demon Race actually had a passive ability, which was that it would trigger a rampage under extreme circumstances.
Once that happened, he would either die together with his opponent or be killed by his opponent.
Zhuo Bufan noticed that fine cracks were already slowly appearing on the ice sealing the demon.
As expected, these small cracks quickly expanded until the ice block completely disintegrated.
Zhuo Bufan subconsciously took a few steps back. At the same time, he ensured that when he fought later, he would not fall out of the ring due to a mistake.
He did not believe that there could not be another person other than Big Boss Song in the Human Race who could defeat the Demon Race.
No matter what, the Ice Fire Magestaff in his hand was not to be trifled with.
Because Zhuo Bufan created an extreme condition for his opponent, he successfully triggered the demon race's berserk attacks.
Seeing that the silly big guy in front of him had fallen into an irrational state, Zhuo Bufan no longer cared about life and death as well.
He continuously raised the Ice Fire Magestaff in his hand, and fireballs and ice pillars followed one after another. On the arena that was alternating between hot and cold, the opponents of the Demon Race also experienced what was called the 'refreshing feeling' of fire and ice.
After a few bouts with the berserk demon, Zhuo Bufan felt extremely tired. His hands were propped on his knees, panting non-stop, while the demon was suffering in agony due to the alternation between hot and cold.
"You don't look well, do you?"
The demon sneezed uncomfortably, and his entire body felt dizzy.
However, even so, it still did not forget to verbally attack Zhuo Bufan.
Facing such an opponent, Zhuo Bufan already did not need to bother about how to deal with it anymore.
He gently waved the Ice and Fire Magestaff, freezing his opponent once more, but this time, he chose to use a small scale ice pillar.
After freezing, the ice layer would not be too thick and it would be more uniform.
Seeing that the situation was about right, Zhuo Bufan finally managed to catch his breath and slowly approached his opponent.
Seeing that it did not have the slightest ability to retaliate, Zhuo Bufan smiled disdainfully and kicked its body.
"Scram!"
The frozen demon was kicked out of the ring by Zhuo Bufan just like that.
After obtaining victory, he swiftly teleported out of the arena. Zhuo Bufan was a little worried that the Demon Race would counterattack in a desperate situation.
Therefore, the best choice was to leave this place first.
"Oh my god, it's too dangerous. Luckily, I won."
The following match also featured someone from the human race, and their opponent was the Elf Race.
However, this person was not as fast as Aika. He had no ability to dodge the arrows from the elves.
The first shot immediately pierced his thigh.
Seeing this, all the humans, be it young or old, sucked in a breath of cold air involuntarily.
"Good lord, if the hands of the elf twitched even a little, that guy's happiness for the rest of his life will be ruined."
"You can always believe in the archery skills of the elves."
"Amitabha. Good, good. The key point is that he has no critical wounds."
"If it were me, I would have pissed my pants."
The few of them spoke one after another. In the end, they could only watch the elves obtain victory. Fortunately, the elves pursued peace and not war.
Thus, before leaving the arena, the elf left behind two bottles of healing medicine.
Although the human race had lost an arena match, they hadn't suffered any fatal injuries. They weren't like the other races, where they blindly tried to kill each other.
After being teleported out of the ring, that person limped into the crowd.
"Guys, does anyone have medical skills? Help me pull out the arrow."
"There are barbs on the arrow. If you pull it out directly, you will die of pain. If there are surgeons, they can help you remove the barbs bit by bit."
However, everyone forgot that this was the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield. How could it be so easy to obtain people from all walks of life?
"Well, I'd better do it. I used to study medicine for a bit when I was in school."
Seeing that no one came forward all along, Zhuo Bufan could only be forced to come out and help his companions reduce their pain.
At this moment, Tripitaka, who had been talking non-stop all this while, suddenly asked a question that made one think twice.
"Young Benefactor Zhuo, can you really do it?"
"Of course I can't, but I don't think there's anyone better than me here."
At this moment, Song Chenxing walked out from the crowd and handed Zhuo Bufan a sharp knife.
"Use this. It will make it faster."
Accepting the small knife, Zhuo Bufan held it in his hand and examined it for a moment.
He realized that apart from being sharp, the knife was very light, practically weighing nothing at all.
"I'm going to start. It might hurt a little, but this is to save your life."
"Alright, I know. Life and death will be decided by the heavens."
Zhao Bufan then proceeded to hold the blade above a ball of flames. The conditions were limited, and the only way to disinfect it was through high temperatures.
Just as Zhuo Bufan was preparing to move, the Elf Tribe's arrowhead appeared in his mind.
The arrowhead was in a triangular shape. The two sides were extremely sharp, and because the bottom of the arrowhead was caved in to form the shape of a prism, once it was forcefully pulled out, it would definitely bring out the tissue.
With the rough shape of the arrowhead, Zhuo Bufan was more composed when he started operating.
Everyone held their breaths and focused, not even daring to breathe heavily. They all watched Zhuo Bufan raise his hand and press down repeatedly.
As the blade in his hand was exceptionally sharp, it did not cause much pain when he cut open the wound. He did not hear any screams throughout.
Zhuo Bufan also did not dare to be too rough with the knife. In this place, there were no advanced medical facilities. If any major blood vessels were cut, wouldn't that guy's little life end here?
Therefore, he was extremely focused throughout the entire process and did not dare to be careless at all.
Finally, under his relentless efforts, he successfully retrieved the arrow. At the same time, he used the needle and thread in his backpack to perform a simple wound suture.
Just like that, a surgery performed without any hygiene ended.
"Aiyaya, I didn't expect Young Benefactor Zhuo to be so powerful. He can even peel off skin and bones to treat injuries. If anyone feels uncomfortable in the future, they can look for you."
Zhuo Bufan knew that Tripitaka liked to exaggerate the truth, so he interrupted his words in time to prevent him from continuing to speak and mislead the masses.