Chapter 72: The Nightmare Demon Only Wants to Return to Prison

The delicate girl met her end peacefully. She didn’t even have time to reveal any sign of a twisted expression before that terrifying force obliterated her completely. Just like the first middle-aged man, she was blown apart—her flesh and blood scattering everywhere. The scene remained as gruesome as ever.

In fact, for the audience watching through the LCD screens, the impact was even more intense. The fragile, adorable girl looked so harmless, as if you could squeeze water from her, her voice sweet enough to bubble over. If you ignored her prison uniform and the steel bars around her, some viewers might have thought they’d stumbled into a large girl-group audition. Such a lovely girl, step by step, walked toward Du Fang—only to be so suddenly and mercilessly torn apart, her body exploding into pieces, reduced to a bloody mess…

Chunks of flesh seemed to fly through the lens, almost splattering right into the faces of the viewers. More than a few felt as if they were about to develop a lifelong aversion to cute girls.

The entire stadium was plunged into an eerie silence once again. Many stared at the figure standing in the cage, the blood-red trench coat billowing in the wind, a chill creeping into their hearts. Some female viewers, previously smitten by Du Fang’s looks, suddenly felt their whole bodies tense up—every part of them feeling as though it might burst under the pressure of his flawless, inescapable beauty.

“The girl… she exploded, such a lovely girl, gone just like that!”

“So this is the legendary, heartless ‘Girl-Slayer’?”

“I was about to call it cruel, but then I remembered she was a Nightmare Demon. All I can say is, Girl-Slayer is amazing!”

After the initial shock, the audience gradually found their voices. There was little sympathy for Nightmare Demons, especially after the host revealed the heinous crimes committed by that seemingly fragile girl. The crowd grew even more animated, cursing and applauding.

This delicate girl had been possessed by a Nightmare Demon, hiding within a school, using her charms to prey on innocent, naive students—killing dozens, feeding on their flesh to maintain her own vitality, and eventually even targeting honest female classmates. Such a venomous demoness, preying on the flowers of the nation and the future of society, inspired not a shred of pity.

Within the cage, Du Fang pressed his lips together, his red trench coat fluttering. He sensed an immensely powerful nightmare energy radiating within a meter around him—chaotic, murderous, boundless in its thirst for blood. That was his current state. No matter if it was the middle-aged male Nightmare Demon or the sweet, coquettish girl, both had exploded the moment they stepped within a meter of him.

Du Fang… simply couldn’t control himself.

His wife’s Red Coat State… was simply too volatile.

But it was taxing as well. With his current nightmare strength at 900, he could maintain the Red Coat State for about five minutes—after which, he’d be completely drained. Of course, after using “Auntie’s Tea Leaves,” he could recover and return to fighting form.

“These Nightmare Demons seem a bit weak. With the Red Coat State, my power should be approaching that of a mid-tier Dreamwalker…” Du Fang speculated, though he felt his judgment might not be entirely accurate.

“Looks like more testing is needed.” He took a deep breath. Normally, he wouldn’t have such a good opportunity to test his powers—he’d probably have to ask Captain Zhang to spar. But now, there were plenty of Nightmare Demons to test on.

There was only one Nightmare Demon left in Group A, and according to the rules, the Dreamwalkers’ Association had arranged the battles from weakest to strongest.

“The last demon in the group should be quite strong,” he mused. “Can it withstand the Red Coat State?”

Afterward, Du Fang walked out of the cage.

“Sorry,” he said apologetically to the referee, whose face was smeared with blood and bits of flesh.

“It’s nothing. No need to apologize. Getting splattered was my own choice,” the referee replied coolly. “Next time, I’ll dodge.”

“You have ten minutes to rest. Would you like to take a break or continue?” the referee asked.

After a moment’s thought, Du Fang shook his head. “Continue.”

With that, Du Fang took Luoluo’s hand and walked toward the third cage in Group A. Upon entering, he pulled out Auntie’s Tea Leaves and pressed them to his tongue. A warm current surged forth, and his depleted nightmare energy rapidly recovered.

Inside the third cage stood a burly, towering woman nearly 1.9 meters tall, her figure intimidating, her prison uniform stretched tight. Her hawk-like eyes fixed on Du Fang as he stepped inside, killing intent and malevolence rolling off her like a storm. The corner of her mouth curled into a cold sneer, reminiscent of a starving wolf in the wild.

She was the last Nightmare Demon of Group A. If Du Fang could defeat her, he would advance to face the final two demons. This demon’s power was nearly on par with a mid-tier Dreamwalker.

She stared at Du Fang with ruthless intent, and the atmosphere in the stadium grew tense. Many in the audience had seen her fight before—a rookie gold-medal Dreamwalker from another city had faced her, and if not for the referee’s quick intervention with the electric shock button, the rookie would have had his skull crushed. Her combat strength was nothing like the previous two.

Thus, many spectators were worried for Du Fang, especially since he had fought two demons already without a break. They doubted whether he was in any shape to continue. Even the referee was on edge, hand gripping the electric shock button, poised to act.

With a dull thud, as soon as Du Fang set foot in the cage, the giant, ghost-backed woman dropped to her knees, rubbing her hands together. The fierce mask she wore crumbled, and she burst into tears.

“I surrender! I surrender… Please spare me! I’m garbage, I’m guilty, just send me back to the Nightmare Demon prison. I don’t like fighting at all! Give me life imprisonment, please!”

She sobbed loudly, like a helpless child. She truly didn’t want to die—the fates of the previous two demons were etched in her mind. They had been utterly annihilated, even their demonic energy erased.

So she wisely chose to submit.

A demon with gold under her knees? No, she was just a pathetic little Nightmare Demon desperate to survive.

Du Fang was silent. The referee was momentarily stunned. In the stands, every heart that had been hanging in suspense was now left speechless as they watched the display on the LCD screens—a stark contrast to before, the once-fierce demon now weeping bitterly.

The stadium was once again engulfed in dead silence.

A Nightmare Demon kneeling and begging for mercy? Such a scene—how many years had it been since anyone had witnessed this?

Du Fang, dressed in a black trench coat and holding Luoluo’s hand, stood in silence, looking down at the ghost-backed woman prostrated before him. What a waste of such a manly physique.

Luoluo hugged her pink pig plushie, tilting her head with a dazed, adorable look, drooling as she watched the scene.

In truth, Du Fang didn’t know what to do with a demon begging for mercy. Should he continue the fight? But the opponent had completely lost the will to resist. Yet, if he didn’t fight, he would waste an opportunity to test his Red Coat State’s power—a thought that left him feeling hollow.

As Du Fang hesitated, the ghost-backed woman, seeing his distraction, let her eyes flash with icy murderous intent. Suddenly, she opened her mouth wide and spat a thick stream of pitch-black, poisonous slime, as fine as hair, toward Du Fang. This venomous attack would be fatal with even the slightest touch.

Du Fang’s heart skipped a beat.

But Luoluo, beside him, burst into peals of laughter. “What a foolish little Nightmare Demon, seeking her own death,” she giggled.

She tossed the pig plushie, Qiqi, in front of Du Fang. In mid-air, Qiqi spun gracefully, diving headfirst in a perfect somersault. As the black slime approached, the toy pig opened its mouth and swallowed every drop—none was left behind. An overwhelming aura, as heavy as a mountain, radiated from Qiqi.

The ghost-backed woman’s eyes filled with terror. She couldn’t stop the flood from her mouth—it went from being forced out to being sucked out. Drained, she felt herself weakening, until finally, every last drop was gone.

At that moment, she sensed the abyssal, terrifying energy emanating from Du Fang—a force as if she were standing before not one, not two, but countless supreme gods.

Qiqi, the plush pig, snapped its head like slurping a noodle, and the ghost-backed woman was yanked by an invisible force, flung into Du Fang’s arms.

The hand of his wife, perched on Du Fang’s shoulder, extended two slender fingers and snapped them elegantly.

Du Fang’s trench coat turned blood-red once more.

Bang!

The familiar sound rang out, like fireworks in full bloom—the ghost-backed woman exploded.

In the distance, in cages four and five, two Nightmare Demons clung to the steel bars, watching anxiously. Their legs buckled in perfect unison, and they both dropped to their knees without hesitation.

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