Chapter 231: Minor Divine Ability 99
Chapter 231: Minor Divine Ability 99 (Requesting Monthly Votes)
"Kill!"
The moment the crimson radiant pillar vanished, bloodlust ignited in every pair of eyes. A thick, suffocating aura began to spread.
From the second round onward, the names of schools above participants’ heads had disappeared. With most competitors hailing from the three elite academies, displaying affiliations had become meaningless.
"Spurt!"
A surge of vital energy erupted as violent winds howled, sending dust and debris swirling across the hilly terrain, igniting a fierce battle.
"Boom!!"
Massive boulders shattered under clashing weapons, scattering rubble across the battlefield. Blades collided, sparking showers of fire.
"Die!" someone roared, driving a silver long spear through an opponent’s throat.
Within the first minute alone, several contestants were eliminated.
"Hmph!"
Chen Zichuan gritted his teeth, fixing his gaze on a towering, muscular opponent over two meters tall. The man’s broad arms swung a gleaming broadsword, radiating lethal menace.
"Kid, die!" The adversary bared a savage grin, his face rippling with thick, brutal flesh like a butcher’s.
"You’re the one who’ll die!"
"Clang!"
Steel clashed as Chen Zichuan sidestepped sharply, scooping up a handful of yellow sand from the ground and hurling it into his opponent’s face.
"Hey, you cheat!" The man roared, eyes stinging from the grit.
"Spurt!" Seizing the moment, Chen Zichuan lunged forward with his battle saber. A cold arc sliced through the air, piercing the man’s heart.
"All’s fair in battle and war!" Chen Zichuan muttered as his defeated foe dissolved into nothingness.
Without hesitation, he turned to face new adversaries, his mind clear—only under a thousand of the fifteen thousand would advance. With his current strength, survival was tenuous. But the terrain offered him a chance. This time, he’d reach the third round!
...
"Zichuan’s quick-witted!"
From the audience, Lin Qi’s sharp eyes locked onto Chen Zichuan. Seeing him use the sand trick, he smiled broadly, openly praising him.
"Zichuan’s definitely impressive!" Jiang Tao nodded in agreement.
"Ever since joining Wu Da, he’s kept improving steadily."
"He’s just too low-key. No one’s really noticed him yet."
Lin Qi nodded. Effort never deceived—Chen Zichuan’s innate talent was strong, and his combat instincts even sharper. His rise was inevitable.
...
Meanwhile, spectators watching Chen Zichuan’s tactics were stunned.
"Can you do that?"
"Isn’t this unfair?"
"Idiot! Battlefield rules apply here. When fighting Disaster Beasts, no method is off-limits."
"This isn’t an open arena—why wouldn’t you use terrain advantages?"
"True masters adapt to any environment."
In a secluded corner of the audience, separated by school affiliations, the three elite academies’ vice-deans and leaders sat. Xu Wenji chuckled:
"The battlefield demands adaptability. Stagnant minds bred in school walls are fatal in war."
"Any method that kills Disaster Beasts is valid. Every year, some students learn this lesson with their lives."
The other leaders nodded in agreement.
...
In the first match of Round Two, over 800 were eliminated within 20 minutes. The rest still clashed fiercely.
"Boom!"
A shockwave from a saber strike sent Chen Zichuan flying backward, crashing violently into a boulder. The rock shattered, and his body went limp.
"Finished", he thought bitterly. He’d survived this long, but now faced an unbeatable foe.
If Jiang Tao or Lin Qi were here, they’d dispatch the enemy easily. But he couldn’t.
"Die!" The hulking man raised his long spear, aiming for Chen Zichuan’s kill.
[Survivors reduced to one hundred. Match concluded!]
A synthesized voice echoed.
The man lowered his weapon, smirking. "Bro, lucky you. Congrats!" He dissolved into a crimson light.
Chen Zichuan exhaled in relief, then vanished himself, returning to the audience.
"Zichuan, congrats on advancing!" Lin Qi nodded from a distance.
Jiang Tao gave him a thumbs-up. Chen Zichuan grinned, scratching his head, joy bubbling within.
...
"Buzz!"
A leaderboard materialized in the arena sky, displaying the first match’s survivors’ point rankings.
[Next match participants, step forward!]
The synthesized voice rang as another thousand contestants appeared in radiant pillars. This time, Jiang Tao stood among them.
Lin Qi focused on him. The moment the match began, Jiang Tao struck like a caged beast unleashed, a ruthless hunter.
Now a third-stage cultivator, others were mere weaklings to him—a stark contrast to his earlier defensive style.
"Spurt! Spurt!"
"Who is this guy? How’s he so strong?"
"He’s a tough one! Gang up on him!"
A mob surrounded him with swords, spears, and halberds, but he cut them down one by one, his points soaring.
Half an hour later, only a hundred remained. Jiang Tao was transported back, roaring with laughter.
"Feels great! I’m the points leader now!"
[1st: Jiang Tao (Azure Firmament), Points: 56]
...
Seeing his rank, Jiang Tao beamed. Over five months since enrollment, three since the freshman competition, his power had skyrocketed.
Lin Qi glanced at Guan Shan, whose calm façade masked rising tension. Even he wasn’t sure he could match Jiang Tao now.
The third match began.
One contestant caught Lin Qi’s eye—Guo Heng.
Among rocky terrain, the muscular Guo Heng charged like a bull, his battle saber cleaving through all opposition with brutal efficiency.
Though all here were masters, the gap between Azure Firmament—the nation’s top academy—and others was vast. A ten-point difference in vital energy stats, a ten percent edge in martial arts skill compounded into instant kills.
"Ah Heng’s gotten much stronger!" Jiang Tao’s eyes lit up.
"Looks like many from Azure Firmament’s Six Colleges have improved drastically."
Lin Qi smiled. Seeing his friends rise filled him with joy.
Back in the audience, Guo Heng grinned at his points—second only to Jiang Tao.
Thanks to his sister Guo Yi’s soul elixirs, his innate talent had sharpened. His blade techniques flowed effortlessly. Two months of relentless effort had propelled him forward.
Clenching his fist, he reveled in the thrill of progress.
...
(End of Chapter)
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