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Chapter 338: Your Strength Isn't Bad!
Chapter 338: Your Strength Isn’t Bad! (Requesting Monthly Vote)
“Crack!”
“Clang!”
Another violent clash. Levin gritted his teeth so hard his lips split, his face contorting with the effort.
His body felt unbearably heavy, his bones cracking like dry twigs.
It was as if he’d returned to training in the 9x gravity of the Gravity Ring Realm.
His steps faltered, his body dragged backward by sheer force.
Then, instinct kicked in—a primal fear surged through his spine.
“Whoosh!”
Lin Qi lunged forward, his Black Long Spear slicing the air. The space around it seemed to freeze.
“It’s over!”
Lin Qi was at full strength, his aura surging with vitality, a terrifying killing intent swirling around him.
Levin’s eyes widened—this opponent was monstrous.
“Hiss!”
The Black Long Spear became a ravenous black dragon, tearing through the air toward him.
Levin tensed, forcing his muscles to obey, swinging his 300-kilo warhammer in desperation.
Too slow!
Now he understood Lin Qi’s terror—immense power, blinding speed.
Blazing light flashed.
“Pft!”
The spear pierced flesh, a shockwave of pain erupting in Levin’s chest. Blood erupted from his mouth.
“Boom!”
The warhammer crashed to the ground, the 300-kilo weapon shattering the concrete. Levin’s body soared, then crumpled, motionless.
He’d lost.
Defeated head-on by Lin Qi of the Xia Kingdom—his vaunted strength utterly powerless.
“Levin Madison, your strength isn’t bad!”
Lin Qi stepped forward, voice steady.
As his words faded, Levin’s body dissolved into mist.
[Match 3: Lin Qi (Xia Kingdom) Wins!]
“And a huge congratulations to Lin Qi of the Xia Kingdom for defeating Levin Madison of the White Eagle Federation!”
Xu Wenji’s voice boomed across the arena.
“Clap! Clap!”
The crowd erupted—thunderous applause, deafening cheers.
“He won again!”
“Another victory! Lin Qi from Xia Kingdom is in the Top 8!”
“History made again! Even the mighty Adamantine Body user Levin lost!”
“Hasn’t he awakened yet?”
“Or has he already? How else could he be this strong?”
On the White Eagle Federation’s stands, Wims stared, stunned.
“Levin lost?”
His best friend had fallen to his rival?
Shocked murmurs rippled through the competitors. Lin Qi’s name now carried an aura of mystery.
Backstage, the returned Levin clutched his chest, shaking his head at the golden-haired Havel.
“You were right…”
“That Xia Kingdom’s Lin Qi? Terrifying. He took my blows like nothing. His body feels forged from Delta Alloy!”
“He’s definitely stronger than me. And he says he hasn’t awakened?”
Havel, the SS-Rank Genius of White Eagle Federation, frowned.
“A formidable opponent indeed. And he’s mastered a Minor Divine Ability—his potential’s terrifying.”
“Viktor of the Bear Republic and Yu Zhuoran of Xia Kingdom… now add Lin Qi to that list.”
On the Bear Republic’s stands, Viktor clenched his fist, eyes blazing.
“That’s the fight I want! His power’s incredible—I can’t wait to test mine against his!”
In the Vip stands, a golden-haired man from White Eagle Federation sighed.
“What a genius. Levin was a once-in-a-generation talent… and he lost.”
He shook his head. “Why isn’t this Lin Qi ours?”
Nearby, Xia Kingdom’s Dean Liu basked in admiration.
“Dean Liu, Lin Qi’s incredible! Another win!”
“He’s already surpassed many SS-Rank Geniuses. We should push for his promotion to SS-Rank—even without awakening, his talent warrants it!”
They all nodded—defeating multiple SS-Rankers made the title undeniable.
On the Xia Kingdom stands, Wan Ming whistled.
“Brother Qi’s insane! This could be a title match!”
“Even without a Minor Divine Ability!”
Xia Lian nudged Xiang Long. “Still think you can beat him?”
Xiang Long stayed silent, humiliated. He’d been eliminated early. Lin Qi had strolled into the Top 8.
Yu Zhuoran nodded grimly—another rival for the crown.
At Azure Firmament Martial Academy’s stands, the crowd cheered.
“Lin Qi! We’re rooting for you!”
They’d grown numb to his victories. A title match?
“Hssk!”
The thought alone sent chills down their spines.
Lin Qi reflected—Levin’s strength was formidable, a Level 9 Disaster Beast Titan Ape user with colossal power.
But Lin Qi’s fist strength exceeded 8,000 kilos. His speed? Unmatched. Martial Arts? Superior.
“His strength… isn’t bad.”
The tournament progressed.
[Match 4: Viktor (Bear Republic) Advances!]
[Match 5: Alex Freck (Sunset Empire) Advances!]
[Match 6: Yu Zhuoran (Xia Kingdom) Advances!]
[Match 7: Erica Schmidt (Germania) Advances!]
[Match 8: Havel Wright (White Eagle Federation) Advances!]
Wang Mingxi of Shanyu Martial Academy fell to Havel. As a Psychoflux Wielder, he held no edge.
Back on the stands, Wang smiled ruefully.
“This is my limit… Psychoflux is too weak here.”
“But Lin Qi… how did he get this far?”
The crowd nodded, eagerly awaiting Lin Qi’s next move.
Half an hour later, the Top 8 was set—Xia Kingdom claimed three spots.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the quarterfinals!”
Xu Wenji’s hologram gestured to eight glowing figures.
“From here, only four will reach the semifinals—and win 100 million Xia Kingdom credits!”
The crowd roared, though the prize felt distant. They craved the battles ahead.
Without delay, eight crimson light orbs erupted from Xu Wenji’s hands, plummeting onto the black chessboard.
They exploded, manifesting Level 9 Disaster Beasts—Hydra Sovereign, Hearthquake Dragon Elephant, Scarlet Flamebird, Platinum Malevolence Tiger…
Each became a chess piece, forming four matchups.
Lin Qi’s gaze locked on the Platinum Malevolence Tiger—only he had mastered the Platinum Demon Tiger Evolution Method.
[Match 1: Yu Zhuoran (Xia Kingdom) vs. Alex Freck (Sunset Empire)]
[Match 2: Lin Qi (Xia Kingdom) vs. Miyamoto Kyonichiro (Sakura Kingdom)]
[Match 3: Havel Wright (White Eagle Federation) vs. Erica Schmidt (Germania)]
[Match 4: Viktor (Bear Republic) vs. Kong Ruoxuan (Xia Kingdom)]
Lin Qi studied his opponent—Miyamoto Kyonichiro, Sakura Kingdom’s sole SS-Rank Genius, a top-five threat.
The system had avoided pitting the four Minor Divine Ability users against each other—saving them for the semifinals.
Miyamoto’s fate was sealed in the Top 8.
The other quarterfinalists reacted—some grim, some eager.
(End of Chapter)
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