Chapter 487: Vampire vs. Sorcerer Elimination Tournament
The schedule for the Vampire vs. Sorcerer Elimination Tournament was packed to the brim. Just as Great威 Tianlong was carried off the arena, the next match kicked off with lightning speed.
"Oh? The next contestant—everyone here at the Great Home should be quite familiar with this one."
The announcer’s voice sent waves of anticipation through the audience stands. Fans leaned forward, ears perked, eyes fixed on the player passage.
Was this another star? Maybe even their own favorite?
"Let’s welcome this match’s Red Side—00038, Langli BaiTiao!"
"Eeeewww!"
A tidal wave of boos erupted from the crowd, nearly drowning out the entire arena.
Langli BaiTiao was infamous across the entire game world.
At the end of the passage, a Vampire emerged—dressed in a black base outfit adorned with dark red stripes, wearing the signature Nocturne uniform. His skin was pale as death, his frame thin and wiry, yet there was nothing regal or noble about him—no aristocratic aura, only a cheap, grubby vibe that screamed “low-tier troublemaker.”
"Spit! Ugh, bad luck!"
"I thought it was someone important—turns out it’s just the Wandering Beast!"
"Relax, Wandering Beast—no matter who’s across from you, I’m rooting for the other guy!"
Yet Langli BaiTiao stepped forward with a broad, cheerful grin, completely unfazed by the barrage of insults. He even waved at the crowd.
"Haha, the Great Home sure knows how to welcome me! Thanks for the support!"
"Support you? Pfft!"
"Get lost, Wandering Beast!"
"I wish you’d just die already!"
The insults grew louder. Had it not been for the protective barrier, someone would’ve thrown rocks—or worse, rotten eggs—right at him.
Langli BaiTiao remained utterly relaxed. He even swayed his body playfully down the passage, doing a little dance. That black-and-red Nocturne outfit somehow transformed into a street-smart, cheeky youth aesthetic.
Years of relentless trolling had forged a skin as thick as city walls—capable of facing down a thousand scornful fingers, though here, it was mostly middle fingers.
Hearing the relentless stream of national insults, the announcer chuckled nervously. "Haha… seems like Langli BaiTiao has quite the fanbase."
"And his opponent today? Another fan favorite! Please welcome the Blue Side—Xia Ye Qiu Yu!"
"Ooooh! Ooooh!"
"Qiu Yu, I love you!"
"I’ll carry the banner for Qiu Yu!"
Under the deafening cheers, Xia Ye Qiu Yu finally stepped onto the stage.
She wore an ornate long robe, her chestnut-brown hair cascading down her back. Golden eyes burned with flickering flame light, and swirling fire danced freely around her like living serpents.
Instantly, the fan regiment on stage waved their lamps in unison. The audience stands erupted in a tsunami of roaring cheers.
"Qiu Yu, burn the Wandering Beast!"
The contrast was stark. The popularity gap was overwhelming—Xia Ye Qiu Yu was clearly the crowd’s favorite.
Even the younger member of the guild, Darknight Wolf, tried to rally support for his leader.
"Just… uh… Wandering Beast, go get ‘em," he muttered weakly.
But the moment he spoke, he was met with cold, judgmental stares from his peers. He swallowed hard and shut up immediately.
On the high platform, Kai Xiusu leaned slightly forward, eyes sharpening with interest.
Dragon Oath Mage.
It was a newly unlocked advancement class for players—his own creation—still untested in real combat.
Could it really live up to expectations?
But now that he had obtained the 【Elemental Master】 trait, the Dragon Oath Mage’s spell catalog had expanded to include all Fire spells.
Power level? Way beyond standard.
Sure, the Vampire template had strong regenerative abilities—but nothing could match a class that felt like cheating.
"Please… don’t disappoint me," Kai Xiusu murmured to himself, watching the two players in the arena.
Amidst the deafening chorus of "Qiu Yu, go!" the referee raised the hand.
"Match Begins!"
The moment the word left the referee’s mouth, Langli BaiTiao moved.
Facing a professional-level player, he couldn’t afford to play his usual “stand and take hits” antics. That would get him eliminated too fast.
He had to maximize his Vampire advantages—now.
With a surge of inner energy, he exhaled thick Black Mist, spreading it across the arena to form a vast, impenetrable Shadow Veil.
In this realm of darkness, light could not penetrate. No non-magical light sources could enter.
But as a Vampire, Langli BaiTiao possessed natural night vision—he could move freely through the shadows, searching for the perfect moment to strike.
Hidden within the mist was the necromantic fog of 【Vampire's Touch】. Any contact would drain the victim’s Life Force.
The Black Mist continued to spread. Faint, unsettling sounds echoed from within. And Langli BaiTiao’s smug, mocking laughter floated through the gloom.
The announcer spoke with weight. "Langli BaiTiao is crafting a battlefield advantage. He’s aiming to push his Vampire traits to the absolute limit!"
"If we don’t act, the Shadow Veil will keep expanding. But if we enter it, we risk falling into his ambush."
"Wandering Beast’s heart is so dark."
"What kind of cursed tactics is this? He’s like a pile of garbage—can’t clean him up, and once you step in, you’re covered in filth."
"Will Qiu Yu lose?"
"There is a way—she could use a ranged spell to clear the mist. But that risks drawing his ambush."
Swoosh!
A barrage of toxic darts shot from the darkness, flying in from all directions—straight for Xia Ye Qiu Yu’s face.
But a delicate, shimmering ring of flame wrapped around her body, forming a glowing shield that deflected every dart.
"Shadow Veil, huh?" Xia Ye Qiu Yu floated upward, golden eyes blazing with flame. Her crimson robe billowed in the air.
She raised a slender hand, pointing at the swirling darkness. A soft incantation slipped from her lips.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion split the air. A massive Fireball erupted from within the mist, obliterating swathes of Black Mist and illuminating the surroundings.
That was the Fiery Spell Sphere.
And exposed in the light, Langli BaiTiao’s skin began to burn.
"Whoa?!"
"One-shot oil slinger!"
Langli BaiTiao yelped, instantly whipping his cloak and diving into low flight—escaping the darkness.
Wind’s strong—let’s scram!
Even as he fled, he pulled a hidden hand crossbow from his sleeve, aiming and firing a few poisoned arrows.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
More darts flew.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu dodged with effortless grace. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she directed the Fiery Spell Sphere to roll forward at high speed.
The scene became surreal—Vampire running ahead, a flaming orb chasing behind.
But Langli BaiTiao wasn’t just running—he was weaving, flickering in and out of existence, tossing poisons, throwing darts, even launching small bombs.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu narrowed her eyes. "Can’t drag this out. Langli BaiTiao’s too sneaky."
She cast another spell.
Wall of Fire!
A blazing wall of flame erupted in front of Langli BaiTiao, blocking his escape path. He nearly crashed into it.
"Whoa—!"
"Hot!"
The flames licked his clothes. He slapped them out, screaming in pain—then made a desperate turn.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu pointed skyward. A torrent of scorching, chaotic spell energy poured into the air, coalescing into a massive, fire-wreathed rock floating above.
Maiyoufu Meteor Spell!
Langli BaiTiao stared up in horror. His eyes widened.
"Whoa? Is that… Earth Shattering Star?"
But there was no time to panic.
The next attack was already incoming.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu swept her hand downward, finger aimed directly at Langli BaiTiao.
In response, a flaming meteor tore from the sky, roaring down with spine-chilling screams—straight toward him.
Swoooosh—
Boom!
Flame exploded in all directions. The explosion shook the arena. A massive crater split the ground, thick smoke billowing into the air.
Through the smoke, shadowy shapes flitted—wingbeats, frantic movements.
Langli BaiTiao had transformed into dozens of bloodsucking bats, barely escaping the blast.
One bat screeched in anguish: "Wait… are spells free?"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
But Xia Ye Qiu Yu didn’t stop.
More meteors rained from the sky. More explosions tore through the air.
Boom!
Flame consumed several bats, turning them to ash.
Even in bat form, they couldn’t survive the relentless barrage. Only a handful remained, desperately darting through the smoke.
Langli BaiTiao’s legendary regeneration? Useless against this torrent of burning fire.
The announcer’s voice rose with intensity. "Langli BaiTiao is completely on the defensive! In terms of energy output, the Illusionist can’t even compare to the Dragon Oath Mage!"
"With the Dragon Heart’s blessing, Xia Ye Qiu Yu’s explosive spellcasting has no pause. Langli BaiTiao must find a way out—now!"
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Scorching rays lanced out. Several more bats screamed as they were torn apart, burning to ash mid-air.
The audience stands erupted in laughter.
"Look at Wandering Beast running for his life!"
"He’s just a punching bag!"
"Seriously, what kind of trash is this?"
But in the corner, unnoticed by all, a single invisible bat slipped behind Xia Ye Qiu Yu. It manipulated a small pool of Blood Mist.
"Wait—what’s that?!"
Someone finally spotted it.
The blood mist and bat began to coalesce—forming a slender humanoid shape.
It was Langli BaiTiao.
"Whoa? Mini Wandering Beast?"
With his blood drained beyond recovery, the current Langli BaiTiao stood less than a meter tall—like a tiny, pocket-sized doll.
In 1v1 combat, a Rogue relying on ambush was at a severe disadvantage.
No range like a Mage. No melee strength like a Warrior or Monk. And stealth? In this open, empty arena—where could you hide?
Ambush? Against an opponent who’s watching every move—how do you lure them into your trap?
In earlier tournaments, Langli BaiTiao had used his Vampire template’s uniqueness and level advantage to toy with opponents.
But here, in the Elimination Tournament, top-tier players packed serious damage output. As a Rogue-class Illusionist, he had only one option left.
Fight.
One last desperate gamble.
He’d bet on the Dragon Oath Mage’s lack of close-combat skill—her inability to defend against a sudden, lethal ambush.
"Haha! Come on!"
"Even a pro can’t win—didn’t expect this, did you?"
"Little Langli BaiTiao" clutched a venom-coated dagger, grinning wildly as he launched himself at Xia Ye Qiu Yu.
The blade pulsed with icy, undead energy. One touch would drain a body dry.
That was 【Vampire’s Touch】.
More toxic darts flew through the air—his final ambush.
But Xia Ye Qiu Yu was surrounded by flame. The darts were blocked again.
The Dragon Heart had granted her superhuman reflexes. She spun around in a flash—golden eyes blazing, locking onto Langli BaiTiao’s blood-red gaze.
Swish—
Her slender arm, seemingly delicate, suddenly unleashed a crushing force, grabbing Langli BaiTiao’s dagger hand and pinning it hard.
Langli BaiTiao’s grin froze.
He struggled, trying to slash with the dagger.
"Hmm… not good,"
"Wait—your strength—you’re a Sorcerer?"
The flame light illuminated his face, turning it red and scorched. His eyes reflected the blinding glow.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu parted her lips.
And from within, a torrent of scorching flame erupted.
Boom!
That was 【Dragon Breath】.
When the fire cleared, Langli BaiTiao was gone—reduced to ash.
No matter how powerful his regeneration, it couldn’t reassemble scattered ash.
The audience stands erupted in a deafening roar.
"Nice job!"
"Not bad, my Qiu Yu wife!"
"Am I the only one thinking the Dragon Oath Mage is way overpowered?"
"Yeah… spells like she’s dumping money, and every single one is that strong. Plus, she’s getting Strength and Constitution boosts too."
The announcer’s voice remained electrified. "Let’s congratulate Xia Ye Qiu Yu—she secured victory with a furious, non-stop barrage!"
"And this is exactly what the Great Home has been expecting. Wandering Beast—no, Langli BaiTiao—no matter how hard he tries, victory is impossible."
The announcer’s bias slipped out—almost unintentionally.
In the front seats, many pro players sat with serious expressions, analyzing the match intently.
Typically, Sorcerers stick to a few core spells—after a few battles, their patterns are predictable. Opponents can prepare countermeasures.
But Xia Ye Qiu Yu shattered that idea.
Her spell repertoire as a Dragon Oath Mage was far deeper than anyone expected. Even Charlotte, a top-tier Mage player, was stunned.
Spell power? Maxed.
Number of spells? Unbelievably high.
How are traditional Mages supposed to compete?
Honesty: in this match, Xia Ye Qiu Yu had played like a minor boss.
On the high throne, Kai Xiusu listened to the players’ reactions, silently thinking:
"My own advancement class—I gave it strength. Of course it’s overpowered."
"Wanted to be the best? Want real power? Then work hard for the Imperial Labor!"
(End of Chapter)
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