Chapter 461: Shen Heng Eliminated
Chapter 461: Shen Heng Eliminated (Monthly Vote Request)
As he watched the battle unfold, his mind raced to analyze the match.
Both fighters had broken through to the Seventh Realm, significantly enhancing their physical constitutions. In such a scenario, one person’s breakthrough canceled out another’s—if both possessed equal strength, neither gained an advantage.
Yet Shen Heng had awakened the Special Ability Lightning, allowing him to channel lightning to boost his combat power. His lightning-enhanced fists were nearly perfected, though not quite—granting only a 1.8x multiplier. Even so, this was a massive advantage.
Ivan, on the other hand, had awakened Psychoflux Wielder. While this offered no direct combat power boost, it excelled in remote control. As a Psychoflux Wielder, he mastered spiritual techniques to manipulate flying blades, multitasking by directing them with his mind while attacking directly.
The higher the blade material quality, the greater their destructive power. In fast-paced combat, evading three blades simultaneously was nearly impossible. One misstep could mean death.
This match was intensely thrilling. Despite Shen Heng’s caution, Ivan’s blades slashed through his battle suit, leaving visible wounds. Conversely, Ivan struggled in close combat—his body endured tremendous strain with every collision. His physique might not hold out much longer.
The battle raged for five grueling minutes. Suddenly, Mountain and River King, observing from the high-tier audience stand, declared:
“About to decide the outcome!”
Principal Li Qifeng and Bei Jiang Sword King nodded. Five minutes of nonstop high-intensity combat left no room for recovery. This wasn’t fighting a Disaster Beast—martial artists’ duels were decided in fleeting moments.
“Dodge!!”
“Zzztt!!”
Seizing an opening, Shen Heng danced like a silver serpent, narrowly evading three blades. Swinging his battle sword, he lunged at Ivan.
The timing was exquisite.
“Die!”
Yet Ivan’s lips curled into a smile. Whirling his battle saber, he released a surge of spiritual pressure.
“Buzzzz!!”
A ripple erupted from his core, spreading outward. Shen Heng’s lightning blade struck first but veered off course. Instantly, he felt the force of Ivan’s spiritual mastery—his blade slipped aside like an oily eel.
No good!
Shen Heng’s heart jolted, but it was too late. They clashed mid-air.
“Shshshsh!!”
“Krrk!”
The blades pierced Shen Heng’s chest. Ivan followed up with a finishing strike to his throat.
“How…?”
“Spiritual Resonance Mastery?”
Shen Heng’s body dissolved in shock.
“Correct!” Ivan grinned.
[Semi-Final Match 1: Ivan Petrov (Bear Republic) Wins!]
The arena’s AI announced the result.
“Clap! Clap!”
To thunderous applause, Ivan stood on the brink of victory. The championship was his to claim.
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On the Xia Kingdom’s audience stand, gloom spread among spectators.
“It’s Spiritual Resonance Mastery,” Mountain and River King stated gravely.
Xu Wenji added, “Spiritual Resonance Mastery at Fourth Circle Latephase—his martial spirit technique comprehension has reached a higher stage. At Fourth Circle Midphase, one infuses spiritual force into techniques. At Latephase, the effect radiates outward like a magnetic field, influencing the surroundings.”
“Shen Heng’s sword deviation under its influence cost him the match. For fighters at this level, even minor errors determine life or death.”
Xue Zhou sighed, “Seventh Realm combined with Fourth Circle Latephase—this is no weakling among Seventh Realm martial artists. Shen Heng’s defeat was fair.”
“If he can’t win, there’s no justice,” another muttered. Ivan’s strength was unmatched.
Suddenly, laughter erupted from the Bear Republic’s stand. A tall, statuesque woman with black hair and piercing blue eyes stood at 1.9 meters. Dressed in white-and-blue robes, she radiated spiritual pressure.
Smirking, she remarked, “Mountain and River King, you Xia Kingdom claimed the last two championships. This Global Martial Arts Championship’s crown belongs to my disciple.”
Mountain and River King replied calmly, “Snow Sovereign, your disciple shows great promise. A Nine Realms martial artist in the making. Congratulations—but the match isn’t over yet.”
Snow Sovereign shrugged, “You’re pinning hopes on Lin Qi. He’s a top-tier genius, but the championship waits for no one. Perhaps next time.”
Principal Li Qifeng interjected, “Perhaps this time will suffice.”
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As news of Shen Heng’s loss spread, the Xia Kingdom audience sank into despair.
“Shen Heng lost. The championship’s gone!”
“Lin Qi still has a chance!”
“Lin Qi can’t beat Ivan either—he’s too strong.”
Shen Heng overheard whispers around him, his face darkening. Ivan’s already mastered Fourth Circle Latephase. If only I had more days to refine my swordsmanship…
Too late. He’d already lost.
Nearby, Lin Qi shook his head. Shen Heng’s gone. It’s up to me now.
His companions stood in stunned silence.
Wan Ming sighed, “Shen Heng’s out. All our hopes rest on Brother Qi.”
Jiang Tao nodded, “Brother Qi, the Xia Kingdom depends on you.”
Lin Qi rose, gripping his spear. “The championship is my goal—but first, I must reach the finals.”
A crimson light enveloped him, transporting him to the arena. Simultaneously, a golden beam descended from Tianzhu Kingdom’s audience stand.
“Boom!!”
The crimson light faded. Lin Qi emerged, gripping his spear, facing his opponent—Nitin Reddy.
Bald and clad in a gray battle suit, Nitin stood 1.85 meters tall—compact musculature radiating quiet intensity. He twirled a blue longspear, his aura surging.
Lin Qi recalled Nitin’s dossier: a Tianzhu Kingdom ascetic monk. His monastery thrived even after Disaster Beast invasions, famed for producing geniuses. Nitin was among their strongest recent talents, a spear technique master who’d clashed with Shen Heng, Ivan, and Genos.
Nitin held his spear steady, his voice measured: “Lin Qi of Xia Kingdom—please, demonstrate your skill!”
Lin Qi nodded, raising his spear. He sensed Nitin’s purity.
[Countdown Sequence: 3… 2… 1]
[Semi-Final Match 2 Begins!]
The arena’s AI announced the start as combat erupted.
“Hss!!”
Temperature plummeted. White-blue markings glowed beneath Nitin’s skin. Frost spread from his feet, crystallizing the arena floor.
“Whoosh~”
Nitin struck first. His spear carved an arc, conjuring ice needles from airborne moisture—thousands of piercing shards.
“Boom!!”
Lin Qi erupted in golden light, activating Golden Radiance. Golden blades materialized, intercepting the ice needles mid-air.
Golden and icy energies clashed, erupting in shockwaves.
Nitin surged forward, speed defying norms. His blue spear gathered frost, forming an ice dragon—Ice Dragon Spear Art: Dragon’s Roar!
Lin Qi countered with River and Mountain Spear Art. Golden blades condensed as he swung his spear sideways—Mountain-River Collapse!
“Krrrsh!!”
Golden light and ice dragon collided, shattering the sky. Frost bit Lin Qi’s spear and armor, freezing his limbs. Prolonged exposure would sap his mobility.
Nitin staggered, arms numb from the impact. Incredible force! No wonder he defeated Genos.
“Clang! Clang!”
Lin Qi exhaled, channeling Golden Radiance to peer through Nitin’s body, tracing his vital energy and Frost ability.
This battle would hone his spear techniques.
(End of Chapter)
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