Chapter 462: Advancing to the Finals
Chapter 462: Advancing to the Finals (Requesting Monthly Vote)
Frostwyrm and Golden Edge clashed violently on the arena stage.
“Ka-ka!”
Frost spread rapidly across every corner of the concrete battlefield, and the air grew bitterly cold, transforming the environment into an icy wasteland.
“Haa!”
Lin Qi’s breath turned into white vapor as the freezing temperature slowed his blood circulation, numbing his limbs. The situation seemed dire for him.
On the stands, Tianzhu Kingdom’s competitors shouted encouragement wildly, convinced their fighter could win despite outsiders’ doubts.
At the premium seating area, a bald, muscular man sat calmly among Tianzhu’s delegation. His tranquil demeanor radiated quiet power, earning reverent glances from other high-ranking martial artists. This was Frost Sovereign, a Nine Realms Martial Artist and Nitin Reddy’s master, who had logged in to watch his disciple’s match.
Watching the battle unfold, he nodded as Nitin’s Frostwyrm surged forth. “Nitin has always been humble, dedicating himself to relentless cultivation—but that doesn’t mean he’s weak.”
“If Bear Republic’s Ivan and Xia Kingdom’s Shen Heng haven’t broken through their limits, Tianzhu might claim the title. But the Bodhi trials continue… Even defeating Xia’s Lin Qi won’t guarantee victory. Still, we’ve shattered our nation’s records today.”
The crowd nodded. “You’re right, Venerable Master!”
Back on the arena, Lin Qi unleashed his River and Mountain Spear Techniques, mountains and rivers materializing with each golden thrust against Frostwyrm’s icy maw.
Nitin swung his Blue Greatsword, Frostwyrm roaring forth as ice and golden light collided in deafening clangs. Sudden spikes of frost crept along Lin Qi’s spear shaft, seeking to freeze him.
But Lin Qi’s raw power shattered the ice with explosive golden force, sending shards flying. Nitin gritted his teeth, channeling piercing cold into his spear strikes.
Crystalline ice particles swirled midair, refracting sunlight into rainbows. These weren’t just visual tricks—they masked attacks and morphed into deadly projectiles.
Nitin lunged, Frostwyrm’s frigid roar amplifying his strength as azure runes flared across his body. His Minor Divine Ability activated, his spear techniques reaching their peak.
Yet every strike was anticipated. For two minutes, Lin Qi remained unscathed while Nitin’s arms trembled, his martial bones groaning under stress.
“Enough!” Lin Qi’s eyes sharpened. He’d deciphered Nitin’s limits. Flexing his muscles, he surged with Vital Energy, channeling Golden Edge Power into his spear.
The ground shattered beneath his stomp. With a thunderous “Weng!”, his spear erupted in a three-foot golden arc—Mountain Collapse, Earth Split!
River and Mountain Spear Techniques — Mountain Pillar Seal!
Frostwyrm and Lin Qi’s golden technique collided mid-stage, triggering a cataclysmic explosion. The frozen battlefield erupted into a blizzard of powdered ice, cracks spiderwebbing across the concrete.
A blast wave rippled through the stands as Nitin’s black spear skewered by Golden Edge crashed to the ground.
“Puh!”
Nitin collapsed, blood pooling beneath him. Lin Qi emerged, calm and unscathed.
“You’re strong, Nitin Reddy.”
Nitin smiled bitterly. “Thank… you.” With those words, he vanished, teleported back to Tianzhu’s stands.
Stunned, his countrymen struggled to accept the defeat.
“Heartened, not shamed,” Nitin murmured, awed. “I fought Seventh Realm masters before—even defeated them using my divine ability. But Lin Qi… he crushed me without even activating his. This Xia Kingdom prodigy might be the one to claim the championship.”
Across the arena, the automated voice boomed:
“Semifinal Match 2: Lin Qi (Xia Kingdom) wins!”
The stands erupted. Millions cheered wildly.
“Another record! First sophomore ever in the finals!”
“Next year, he’ll be unstoppable!”
(End of Chapter)
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