In the corner of the stands, Jeremiah watched with a frown as the mangled mess George lay in the battle ring. His expression was somber.He knew exactly how strong George was. Compared to the flashy Bill, George was in a league of his own. With his exceptional talent and genetic modifications, George's physical strength, defense, and speed had reached the absolute limits of human capability. Even Dragonmarsh's grandmaster martial artists would struggle to last a single round against him.Yet, he couldn't believe Abigail had taken down the invincible George. And not just defeated, but beaten to a pulp with fists. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes."This is giving me a headache." Jeremiah narrowed his eyes as his face darkened. He had known the mission would be challenging, but he hadn't anticipated it to be this tough.They had started as a team of three. But now, halfway through the tournament, he was the only one left. The pressure was intense.
The saber hit the ground before its owner even appeared. Its edge gleamed with a fierce, intimidating light."This saber looks so familiar. I think I've seen it before.""If I'm not mistaken, that's the Inferno Saber of the Bloodfire Legion leader.""The leader of the Bloodfire Legion? Even someone like him is competing in the tournament? Isn't he too old for this?""From what I know, the Bloodfire Legion leader has passed the Inferno Saber to his most prized disciple, Kendricks Lang, who is ranked eighth on the Legendary List."Amid the murmurs, a dark figure suddenly shot into the air. He landed on the battle ring just as the golden saber crashed down with a thunderous boom.The figure was a man dressed in black with a cold and formidable presence. He appeared to be in his 30s, tall and upright, with a piercing gaze. A black, broken sword was slung across his back, which added to his unapproachable demeanor.He was Kendricks Lang, ranked eighth on the Legendary List. Though ma
As Azalea stared at the overwhelming golden wave, her eyes narrowed, and her heart raced. She had expected a few more exchanges, but Kendricks's opening move was terrifying.Without hesitating, she flicked her wrist and pulled out a red paper parasol that seemed to appear from nowhere. The parasol gleamed with deep red hues, and its surface etched with mysterious runes. As light danced over its surface, the runes began to pulse and whirl as if infused with life."The Abyssal Parasol?" The spectators immediately recognized the origin of the red paper parasol.The Abyssal Parasol was a powerful defensive divine artifact known for its dark and formidable properties. It was once the prized possession of the Abyssal Legion, but it was believed to have been lost after their downfall. Surprisingly, it ended up in the hands of the Mystic Arts Order."Go!" Azalea opened the parasol and thrust it forward against the golden wave. It shot into the air and shone brightly. A layer of crimson l
The lack of strict rules at Sacred Wrym Summit allowed Abigail to set up betting pools.Caleb couldn't resist the urge to play a few rounds out of curiosity. He initially had some luck and racked up a decent win. But the tide turned, and he lost everything he had won.With the excitement and adrenaline pumping, he had nothing else to wager, so he bet with the Divine Talisman. From that moment on, it spiraled out of control.It wasn't until he lost dozens of talismans that he finally realized he was over his head and decided to give up. Hence, the talismans in Azalea's possession were a result of his reckless gambling."Where did you get a Divine Talisman?" Kendricks frowned as his expression darkened.The Divine Talisman was a hallmark of Sacred Wyrm Summit, and the lightning talisman she had used earlier was particularly rare. Kendricks found it absurd that a disciple from the Mystic Arts Order would possess the talismans."Heh… it's a secret." Azalea grinned.Before the match,
"Hmph! You got lucky this time." Kendricks glared at Azalea, then sheathed his Demonblade and left the battle ring.Even though he won, there was no thrill in it. He didn't feel proud about winning against a vulnerable woman when she had managed to injure him.Since his rise to fame, he had never felt so embarrassed. The Divine Talismans had played a part, but he couldn't deny being outmatched and humiliated. The missed chance to retaliate only deepened his frustration. Kendricks vowed he wouldn't show the Mystic Arts Order disciples mercy if he faced them again."Contestant number five is the winner in this match," Oron announced.The spectators reacted with warm applause.Azalea's stunning performance and Kendricks's formidable strength were worthy of praise. Most previous matches had been brutal, where a single misstep could cost a contestant their life.It was rare to see someone as wise as her, who knew when she was outmatched and chose to surrender immediately. Her quick
"The masters on the Legendary List are undoubtedly formidable. But it's not our style to give up without a fight at the Shadow Citadel. Given my responsibilities, I must take this chance. I hope you can understand, Jude." Dalen remained composed with a faint smile on his face."Since you're so full of yourself, bring it on. I'm eager to see what you've got." Jude stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His posture looked arrogant, almost as if he were taunting Dalen to attack. He wouldn't be so dismissive if he were facing a strong opponent. But when it came to an unknown rookie, Jude didn't see any reason to be concerned since it would only cost him a little of his time."Please forgive me," Dalen said casually. He clasped his hands before lunging forward with a palm strike toward Jude.Though the strike looked deceptively slow, it was actually astonishingly fast. The chill in the air arrived before his hand did. As the palm wind swept by, the surface of the battle ring f
Jude was struck senseless by Dalen's attack. He felt his life essence solidify within him, and his body stiffened. He was immobilized, and his internal energy couldn't flow properly.The Shadow Citadel's ultimate technique, Glacial Strike, could instantly immobilize its target. Despite Jude's strength, he was still unable to escape its effects."What the hell! Jude actually got hit.""That has to be a fluke, right? After throwing wild punches for so long, it was bound to happen eventually."The spectators were taken aback as they watched Jude get sent flying by a single blow. To them, the outcome of the match seemed clear-cut. Jude had spent the entire time toying with Dalen without launching an attack, so the hit should be a coincidence.At a glance, it seemed like Jude had carelessly thrown himself into Dalen's palm. But there was no denying that this strike changed the one-sided domination's outcome.As Jude's body went limp, Dalen seized the moment to strike. He leaped into
"Die!" the nine Judes roared in unison as they attacked Dalen. The clones flashed across the battle ring. They wove in and out, blurring the line between reality and illusion. It was impossible to tell which was the real one.With his mastery of the Spectral Sprint technique, Jude was already hard to follow. And he became nearly impossible to track when he used the Spectral Clone technique. Dalen quickly channeled his internal energy to form a white barrier around himself. Just as the shield materialized, a relentless storm of punches rained down from every direction. Each blow sent ripples through the barrier.As the punches rained like a torrential downpour, Dalen's barrier shook like a boat caught in a fierce storm and threatened to break at any moment."Do you think you can stop me? I'll rip you to shreds." Jude vented his pent-up rage as he threw more punches.As a renowned master on the Legendary List, it was embarrassing to be injured by an unknown rookie. If he didn't r