Chapter 463: Climactic Battle
Chapter 463: Climactic Battle (Requesting Monthly Vote)
Shen Heng, having watched the match, couldn’t help but remark,
“After seeing this, I’m even more convinced that defeating Lin Qi would be extraordinarily difficult—even for me.”
“No, I might lose too.”
“If Ivan Petrov hadn’t perfected his Blade Techniques to the Fourth Circle’s late stage…”
“Lin Qi really could win the championship.”
Even now, he still doubted Lin Qi—he always had.
…
On the Vip stands,
The Frost Sovereign of the Tianzhu Kingdom exhaled deeply upon seeing the result.
“This was just one match. I hope Niting doesn’t dwell on victory or defeat, but instead gains experience and grows stronger.”
They glanced toward Xia Kingdom’s section, their gaze tinged with envy.
Despite being equally populous, Xia Kingdom consistently produced geniuses.
Its champions dominated the annual tournaments.
Tianzhu Kingdom’s best achievement had been reaching the semifinals—a gap wider than the sky.
…
Meanwhile, Xia Kingdom’s high-ranking martial artists reacted differently.
Xue Zhou, draped in a blue robe, stroked his chin thoughtfully.
“Unexpected. Lin Qi won even more easily than I imagined.”
“He hasn’t even used his minor divine ability yet!”
“If he keeps this up, he might actually win the title.”
The Mountain and River King, whose aura was as imposing as a mountain range, nodded.
“Lin Qi’s innate talent and strength are evident. I’m eager to see his clash with Ivan Petrov.”
“It could bring unexpected results.”
Beside him, Principal Li Qifeng, radiating sharp, domineering energy in his golden robes, added,
“Lin Qi isn’t like the others—he has a real chance to win.”
The Bei Jiang Sword King, his eyes sharp as blades, shook his head.
“You’re being cautious. I believe Lin Qi will win.”
“He’ll set a new record.”
The three debated, others silent but equally curious: Could Lin Qi defeat Ivan Petrov?
…
Back on Xia Kingdom’s stands,
Lin Qi reappeared via spatial transmission, smirking at the stunned crowd.
“Only one match left!”
Jiang Miaoyin nodded firmly. “Lin Qi-ge, you’ll definitely win the championship.”
No one voiced pessimism now.
Chu Yu chimed in,
“Brother Qi, you’ll take the title.”
Expressions turned subtle, especially among Heavenly Dome Institute students like Wan Ming, Yu Zhuoran, and Pei Jiu.
Chu Yu used to address Lin Qi by name, but now he’d switched to the honorific.
Looking at Lin Qi, Chu Yu’s respect was genuine.
Their gap had widened irreversibly.
He understood his own limits—by senior year, he might surpass Niting and Genos slightly, but Lin Qi had already defeated both.
In mere months, Lin Qi had overtaken him decisively.
That “Brother Qi” was spoken from the heart.
He hoped Lin Qi would claim the title—keeping it out of foreign hands.
…
“Ladies and gentlemen!”
The Mountain and River King’s projection appeared over the arena.
His voice silenced the crowd.
Surveying the stands, he announced,
“After six days, the 35th Global Martial Arts Championship reaches its final.”
“Let us welcome our two finalists.”
Applause thundered.
With a sweep of his hand, two colossal mountains materialized.
Lin Qi and Ivan Petrov stood atop them, facing Level 9 disaster beasts—the Platinum Malevolence Tiger and Hydra Sovereign.
“The final match: Xia Kingdom’s Lin Qi versus Bear Republic’s Ivan Petrov.”
“One is Lin Qi, the unstoppable dark horse.”
“The other, the championship favorite.”
“Who will claim victory? Let the final decide!”
The stands fell silent with tension.
The Global Martial Arts Championship—the world’s largest martial arts event, held once a year.
With over twenty million competitors, winning meant a near-guaranteed future breakthrough.
Especially for Xia Kingdom, whose champions had already reached the Nine Realms.
On Bear Republic’s stands, Ivan Petrov stood, his towering frame radiating confidence.
He grinned at fellow geniuses around him.
“Final match!”
“Remember this moment—our Bear Republic’s first Global Martial Arts Championship champion will be born today.”
“Ivan!!”
The crowd roared, their voices shaking the skies.
A crimson light enveloped him, ascending alongside another beam to the reconfigured arena.
…
“Whoosh!”
The light pillars descended, stirring gusts of wind.
As the glow faded, two figures emerged, clad in battle gear.
Lin Qi wore a sleek black battle suit, gripping his Black Long Spear in one hand.
An invisible aura radiated from him—a silent declaration of power.
Twenty meters away, Ivan stepped forward, his muscular frame in a white battle suit reaching 1.95 meters.
Three silver throwing knives hung at his waist—too few to overwhelm, too many to ignore, perfectly suited to hispsychoflux Wielder techniques.
In his hand, a slender, razor-sharp silver battle saber.
His aura roared like a Level 9 disaster beast, the Hydra Sovereign, thanks to his evolution method.
Since breaking into the Seventh Realm, his pressure had thickened, now descending upon Lin Qi like an inescapable storm—a hallmark of high-realm mastery.
Ivan’s sharp features curved into a smirk.
“You’re impressive, Lin Qi.”
“A true genius. Everyone believes next year’s title will be yours, undisputed.”
Lin Qi’s lips tilted upward.
“Next year?”
“No. I’ll take this year’s title.”
Ivan blinked.
“You’re even more confident than I thought.”
“But this title belongs to Bear Republic.”
“I’ll be the first of our nation to claim the Global Freshman Championship.”
His spiritual power surged, fierce and overwhelming.
Lin Qi’s heart tightened—his opponent’s spiritual power far exceeded his.
A Seventh Realm martial artist, likely nearing Eighth Stage mastery.
…
“Countdown: …3, 2, 1.”
“The final begins!”
A cold, mechanical voice announced the match.
“Ivan!!”
“Lin Qi!!”
The stands erupted.
“Bear Republic will dominate!”
“Xia Kingdom’s Shen Heng lost—Lin Qi will too!”
“Bear Republic rises!”
Xia Kingdom’s fans shot back,
“Losing to Lin Qi would be laughable.”
“He’s never lost a final he’s entered.”
“This will be no different.”
…
As the stands raged, the battle began.
“Whirr!”
Before Ivan moved, his throwing knives struck first.
Three silver blades, controlled by his mental force, flew from his waist in a flash.
“Shshshsh!”
Like lightning, they carved three glowing streaks toward Lin Qi.
Ivan followed, slashing his saber in a blur, his figure a phantom in the wind.
“Boom!”
Lin Qi erupted in golden radiance, his skin flashing with intricate golden patterns.
Golden blades swirled around him, slicing into the air.
With a thought, he redirected them—three blades meeting three knives.
“Crash!”
The collision exploded into golden sparks, showering toward Lin Qi.
“His energy can’t stop my knives?” Ivan smirked.
“Exactly.” Lin Qi thought.
Even if the Stage limits materials—like their six-stage battle suits and weapons—Ivan’s knives, crafted from Delta Alloy, pierced deeper than pure energy.
In real combat, with seven-stage knives, the damage would be devastating.
…
Perceiving danger, Lin Qi’s eyes blazed with Golden Radiance, his vision slowing the knives’ flight.
He traced their paths, then shifted focus—striking at the source.
Golden blades surged into his spear, channeling Vital Force.
The spear lashed like a dragon, its tip flickering with precision.
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
He deflected the knives mid-air, sparks flying.
Then, Ivan’s blade descended, cleaving space itself toward Lin Qi’s head.
“Hmph!”
Lin Qi lunged—not retreated—his body a streak of lightning, dodging into a blur.
The blade struck his afterimage.
So fast! Ivan thought, amazed.
Even with his enhanced perception, Lin Qi’s reflexes defied logic.
…
(End of Chapter)
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