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Chapter 486: A Fierce Duel
Emperor’s command rang out—Final Match had begun.
The colossal arena erupted in chaos, a sea of over a hundred thousand voices roaring in unbridled frenzy.
Kai Xiusu lounged casually upon the throne, his right hand resting beneath his chin as he surveyed the electric crowd below.
"In a history rewritten through Customized Modification... who will claim victory in this first-ever tournament?"
"I must admit... I’m quite Expectation."
Truth be told, Kai Xiusu was genuinely curious about the outcome.
In the original timeline, Ailezegai had far fewer players. Back then, Royal Power's Guild Leader, The Overlord, had secured victory through sheer real-world wealth and influence.
But the rise of the Empire had utterly transformed the Northern Winds and Storms era.
New factions and subclasses emerged. Quest lines were rewritten. The magical industry boomed.
Now, the Anzeta Great Wasteland bore little resemblance to the world Kai Xiusu remembered.
This was a journey entirely new.
Kai Xiusu disliked predetermined fate—it felt heavy, suffocating, a chain that left him powerless. He relished instead the thrill of reshaping destiny, of holding history itself in his own hands.
His gaze drifted to the contestant’s podium, where the standout players were already preparing for battle, eyes blazing with determination.
Turning to his side, he smiled at the silver-haired girl standing attentively nearby.
"Tinia," he asked idly, "who do you think will win the championship?"
Tinia sneered at the players below, muttering under her breath:
"Master, why won’t you let me enter? I could win this easily."
She clenched her hand, aura flaring violently.
"Those weak little Home creatures? I could crush them into meat paste with a single claw."
Her expression melted into a dreamy smile, lost in her own fantasies.
"Then I’d win the gold coins... earn your favor... hehehe..."
"...", Kai Xiusu exhaled silently, turning back to the arena.
Expecting wisdom from a White Beast dragon’s mouth was, frankly, a Foolish Fantasy.
Better to watch the match.
"Flesh is frail, machines shall ascend! War狂哥 is champion!"
"S God is undefeated!"
"Glory belongs to Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang!"
"Royal Power’s glory! Hero Immortality! The champion must be ours!"
The roars of fan armies surged back and forth, turning into a full-blown verbal war over who deserved the title.
Under the official supervision of the Empire, the final 128 competitors drew lots—randomly pairing off and determining their order of appearance.
This match would last seven rounds, employing the harshest Elimination system: lose once, and your tournament life ends.
Thus, luck of the draw became crucial.
A player with bad luck might face top-tier opponents in rapid succession, forced to reveal their secret weapons early.
—Like the infamous Gambler’s Curse, Charlotte.
Amid a throng of fellow Magic Coin members, he stared at the copper token in his hand bearing the words Great威 Tianlong, and let out a wry chuckle.
"Ah... Accustomed to this."
He sighed.
In this merciless world, African players were never treated fairly.
Great威 Tianlong, leader of Shaolin Temple, was a legend—renowned for his overwhelming physical strength, widely recognized as the strongest Monk Player of the current era.
Facing him in the first round? Well, that fit Charlotte’s grim expectations perfectly.
Monks were agile, and high-tier ones like Great威 Tianlong were especially so—dangerous for a mage who feared close combat.
But the good news? The monk lacked Counterspell abilities.
Still playable.
Charlotte took a deep breath, then glanced at his battle slot—first match.
"Ugh. If I keep running into such strong opponents, they’ll soon learn my spell catalog."
"But... no one can defeat a mage who’s fully prepared!"
His wand glowed silver from tip to base, its top intricately carved with complex, glowing patterns that radiated a deep blue light.
—Battle Mage's Wand, a rare-tier gear.
Its effect was simple, yet invaluable: it allowed his spells to track targets and pierce through cover, making it ideal for chaotic battlefield scenarios.
Charlotte gripped the wand tighter, his expression turning serious.
"First to fight, against a powerhouse. The prestige of Magic Coin rests on my shoulders."
"Guild Leader, go!"
"Break that monk down!"
"Reforge the Glory of the Mage—our duty!"
The crowd chanted in unison, cheering for their leader.
As one of the Four Major Guilds, Charlotte was no slouch.
And for mages, wealth was power. And Magic Coin? They were loaded.
Across the way, the Shaolin Temple players were equally fired up, their energy palpable.
"Sky Dragon Brother, you’re the strongest!"
"Abbot! How can a frail mage defeat our bodies forged through endless trials?"
"Pathetic! That Charlotte is weak—crush him with your fists!"
Great威 Tianlong stroked his bald head, then bowed to his fans.
"I’ll give it my all!"
He grinned, revealing a row of perfect, white teeth.
"Let them witness the power of the Street Fighting Monk!"
The announcer’s voice boomed across the arena, charged with adrenaline.
"This match, Emperor Kai Xiusu himself is in attendance! I’m sure every contestant will give their absolute best—fighting for the ultimate honor!"
"Fighters may unleash their full strength without restraint—because the Emperor has personally erected a Prohibition barrier across the arena, nullifying all attacks that leave the designated field."
"Really?"
A curious player, eager to test the claim, cast a Fireball into the arena.
In midair, an invisible barrier flared—erasing the spell instantly.
The reckless player was swiftly seized by Tiefling Guards and dragged away.
"Whoa... that’s insane!"
"Seriously? An Anti-Magic Field that covers the entire arena?!"
"Awesome! I can’t wait to see some wild, explosive chaos!"
Kai Xiusu on the throne smiled faintly.
This was merely a minor demonstration of the Empire Domain’s power—just Anti-Magic.
He could silence you all, if he wanted.
The announcer continued:
"Our first match is about to begin!"
"Presenting the blue-side contestant—#00023, Great威 Tianlong!"
"Great威 Tianlong!"
"Monk God! One-Punch Man!"
The stands erupted in a tidal wave of cheers.
A renowned professional monk, Great威 Tianlong was known for his brutal, no-nonsense style—raw power, swift movements, and a reputation for ending fights in a single blow.
On video platforms, his match highlights had amassed millions of views—like "One Punch Extinguishes Storms, No Divine Being Survives."
The towering, two-meter-tall monk emerged from the contestant passage, waving at the crowd with a confident grin. His muscular frame looked like a living sculpture, his bald head gleaming under the lights, making even the audience flinch.
"Who turned on the lamps?!"
"Whoa… that’s a huge glowing bulb!"
"Man, this guy looks incredibly strong. I feel sorry for his opponent—some poor soul drew him first!"
"Yep, they say he’s knocked out every opponent in the prelims with a single punch—no mercy."
"Red-side contestant—"
The announcer stretched the moment, building suspense.
All eyes fixed on the passage.
"—#00005, Charlotte!"
The crowd gasped.
From the far end of the passage stepped a mage in a pale purple long robe, silver staff in hand. His expression was calm, serene—Cloud Light and Calm.
"Wait… what?!"
"Seriously? That’s the unlucky one?"
"Is that the guy who failed every single ten-draw pull?"
Charlotte’s smile faltered slightly, but he bowed politely to the audience.
"Ah, this is Magic Coin—one of the Four Major Guilds! Their Guild Leader!"
"Ooh, this is going to be epic! A clash of titans!"
"Look at his gear!"
"One, two, three… nine Rare items! Even his ring glows blue—true elite!"
"No wonder he’s a top-tier guild leader. I’d have to sell myself to afford this much God-tier equipment!"
"Reforge the Glory of the Mage—our duty!"
Hearing the awe-filled murmurs, Charlotte nodded in satisfaction.
This was the prestige of a true elite guild leader.
The announcer continued, amplifying the drama:
"The crowd’s energy is sky-high!
No doubt—this is the Final Match. Both fighters are the pinnacle of their respective realms.
Blue side: the legendary One-Punch Monk, Great威 Tianlong.
Red side: Charlotte, Elite Noble House leader of Magic Coin."
"So... who will claim victory? Let us Watch and Wait!"
On the vast battlefield, Charlotte and Great威 Tianlong faced each other across the arena.
The mage’s aura pulsed with latent power. The monk’s sheer size and strength exuded intimidation.
Both fighters were utterly focused, no room for hesitation.
"Three… two… one…"
"Match Begins!"
The referee’s voice cracked through the air.
Boom!
Great威 Tianlong’s foot cracked the ground, sending dust flying. He leapt into the air, leaving a blurred afterimage.
Leaping Armor Classross Rooftops—a monk skill that channeled Qi to achieve High-Speed Movement.
Whoosh—
The wind screamed as the two-meter giant tore through the sky. The crowd could barely track his trajectory.
"Die!"
The monk roared.
The announcer’s voice surged with excitement:
"Look at Great威 Tianlong’s aggressive style—he’s closing the distance with Leaping Armor Classross Rooftops for a one-hit kill! Too fast!"
"But Charlotte is no passive mage!"
As the monk plummeted through the air, Charlotte flicked a ring on his finger.
Phantom Step
Boom!
The bald-headed monk landed with a thunderous impact, cratering the ground. But where Charlotte had stood, only a faint silver mist remained.
The mage had already reappeared dozens of meters away.
Raising his wand, he unleashed a blinding bolt of lightning—crackling, spine-chilling.
Boom—
A lightning beam tore through the air, streaking toward the monk.
Faster than human reflexes, even Great威 Tianlong couldn’t dodge.
The bolt struck—piercing the monk’s massive frame. Charred marks bloomed across his skin.
Yet he grinned—white teeth flashing.
But Spells require preparation.
There’s a cooldown. A delay.
"Brilliant counter! Charlotte uses Phantom Step to reposition, then unleashes a Lightning Beam—damage dealt!"
"But Great威 Tianlong’s body is incredible—he absorbed the strike!"
At the moment the lightning struck, Great威 Tianlong took the hit—then immediately pushed off the ground, closing the distance in a flash.
Too fast!
Charlotte’s heart jolted. He hadn’t even begun his next spell.
The monk was already upon him—his fist, as big as a wok, swung like a battering ram.
A gust of wind roared.
"Trivial tricks! How dare you challenge me, Great威 Tianlong!"
Clang!
A sharp, metallic ring echoed as Charlotte stood firm. A shimmering Spell Film flared around him—blocking the punch.
Otruk Elastic Shield.
The monk, however, was sent flying backward by the force of the spell’s rebound.
Charlotte smirked, raising his Battle Mage’s Wand. A soft red glow pulsed from its tip.
Now.
The perfect opening.
Human Paralysis
A thin red beam shot forth—aimed straight at the monk.
But Great威 Tianlong roared—and with incredible control, twisted his body mid-air, dodging the beam.
Charlotte didn’t stop. He rubbed his other ring, summoning an Invisible Force Field that enveloped the monk.
Slow
The monk’s movements froze. His motions in midair became agonizingly slow—almost still.
The announcer’s voice rose in triumph:
"Slow! A area-effect spell! Great威 Tianlong couldn’t dodge with speed alone!
"His attack was reckless! Can Charlotte terminate the match now?"
Charlotte used Phantom Step again—vanishing, reappearing behind the monk.
He raised his staff, readying his final blow.
But then—the beads around Great威 Tianlong’s neck flared with power.
Spell Nullification.
What looked like mere decorative beads hid a magic-dampening core.
The bald monk, with his thick brows and stern face—a deceiver.
The announcer declared:
"Spell Nullification! Great威 Tianlong has hidden anti-magic ability—waiting for a close-range chance!"
The monk broke free from the Slow effect, muscles flexing. He spun, charging at the now-slightly-dazed Charlotte—laughing all the way.
"Hahahaha! Didn’t expect this, did you?! I’ve got you now!"
"Great威 Tianlong! World Honored, Sakyamuni, Om Bhah Hum!"
With a hurricane-like punch, his massive fist shot toward the mage’s face.
Boom!
But—nothing.
The fist passed through empty air.
And the figure standing still? It exploded.
Dozens of jagged, fanged chains shot from nowhere, wrapping around the monk’s body—pinning him in place.
The announcer’s voice raced with adrenaline:
"Oh my god! In the blink of an eye, the tide has turned!"
"The crowd may not have seen it—but Charlotte shifted into the monk’s blind spot, cast a high-level Vision, and set up a Razorfang Trap within it!"
"He then went Invisible, making the vision seem real!"
"Charlotte’s trap worked! Great威 Tianlong is frozen—completely immobilized!"
"Will this match end now?"
Charlotte stepped out of invisibility, smiling轻松ly.
He’d sensed the flaw from the start.
A guild leader of Great Guild? No way he’d lack anti-magic defenses.
The fool must’ve been trying to trick him.
But Great威 Tianlong was too strong—most spells wouldn’t kill him in one hit.
And once the Razorfang Trap wore off, the situation could flip again.
No protection. Charlotte’s Constitution was only 11—fragile. One punch from that monster, and he’d be gone.
In high-stakes duels, every second counts. No room for hesitation.
With that thought, Charlotte touched the icy-blue Mithril Necklace at his chest—relic from the Frost Giant Ruins.
Cold Spell.
Special effect against Red Dragon Bloodline players.
Great威 Tianlong may not have Dragonborn features, but his inhuman muscle essence—it was born of Dragon blood.
Ice Spike Spell
Shhh—
A massive spike of ice shot forth, piercing through the air toward the immobilized monk.
It impaled him through the chest.
Blood sprayed. Frost glittered in all directions.
Chunks of ice rained down.
The monk, frozen in place, finally collapsed—his body encased in ice, roaring in agony.
Great威 Tianlong was down.
The announcer’s voice thundered:
"We congratulate Charlotte—victorious in this match!"
"Reforge the Glory of the Mage—our duty!"
"Guild Leader!"
"You guys really play Mage with dark hearts!"
The stands erupted in a wave of cheers.
On the high platform, Kai Xiusu stroked his chin, nodding slightly.
"Not bad. These players have real strength."
"At least... they’re stronger than those at this stage in the original timeline."
(End of Chapter)
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