Chapter 489: Chain Saw Sword
On the High Platform’s throne within the Arena, Kai Xiusu gave a slight nod, delivering a measured assessment: "The ability to transform into a Dragon... Now this match has some real intrigue."
Lanpu stepped beside him, seizing the moment to flatter: "The strength of these Stellarfallen is entirely due to your guidance, Your Majesty."
Tinia, still scratching her head in confusion, fell silent for a moment before whispering, eyes wide: "Why... did I smell my own scent from that Stellarfallen?"
"Could he be... a blood relative?"
Perhaps too many novels had filled her mind. Her sharp intellect had already spun a tale—a White Dragon and a Human falling in love, their union birthing a half-blood offspring.
"Humiliation," she sneered, "to be allied with such a lowly Human. It’s dragging down my status."
"Should I... eliminate him? But wait—he’s Undead, isn’t he? What do I do then?"
Tinia stroked her chin, her expression one of genuine contemplation. She was seriously considering the idea of eradicating this "blood kin."
"..." Kai Xiusu was equally baffled.
What kind of mind does this White Dragon even have?
She possessed intelligence nearly on par with an average human—but her thought process remained as bizarre as ever.
Beside him, Lanpu had already pulled out a golden-thread handkerchief, dabbing at the sweat beading on his grotesque face. A nervous, awkward smile tugged at his lips.
The message was clear:
Your Majesty, please believe me—this is not my doing!
"Vrrrrrrr—!"
A deafening roar erupted—like a two-headed dragon screaming in fury.
Steel Tide surged forward, riding the armored shell of his Guardian mech. On his left arm, a terrifying weapon was embedded—thick, brutal, its blade lined with jagged, fang-like hooks. As a high-speed steam motor spun the blade, the hooks whirred into motion, producing a spine-chilling, bone-rattling screech.
It was the Chain Saw Sword—the ultimate embodiment of brutal aesthetics. One swing, and no monster, demon, or fiend could hope to survive intact.
Steel Tide let out a maniacal laugh, roaring at his distant opponent: "Hahahaha! Come on! Taste my blade!"
A hundred meters away, a Paladin stood panting, leaning heavily on his sword.
Tall and powerfully built, clad in thick Mithril armor, he gripped a massive greatsword and a towering shield, adorned with rare gear that radiated raw, unyielding might. He was none other than The Overlord—Guild Leader of the legendary elite guild [Royal Power], the Empire’s Dragon Blood Baron, and a titan of the gaming world.
No matter the game, he’d always dominated through sheer wealth, claiming the top spot without challenge, making [Royal Power] a household name across the server.
But this time—in Ailezegai—he had failed.
And that failure only fueled his pride.
Now, his face twisted in fury: "Damn it... Why is this Mechanical Divinity’s home-made mech so strong?"
"I’ve poured more money into Ailezegai than they ever have! [Royal Power] must win!"
"Boom—!"
From behind, Steel Tide activated his propulsion units. He yanked the Chain Saw Sword, and with the roar of a mechanical beast, charged forward—trailing thick plumes of smoke.
Unstoppable.
The Overlord gritted his teeth, lifting his two-meter-long, high-grade steel greatshield. Muscles bulged across his frame.
It was a rare-grade [Imperial Guardian] shield—purchased from the Empire’s official store with over ten thousand Contribution Points. It bore the [Unbreakable] trait.
But that wasn’t the end.
Aegis of Ajesis!
Spectral Weapon!
A spectral aura flared. Frost, like ghostly breath, crawled over The Overlord and his gear. Floating, ethereal weapons materialized in midair—spiritual blades that danced in the air.
Steel Tide reached him—laughing wildly—raising the Chain Saw Sword high.
"Vrrrrr—!"
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Sparks flew. Silver shards scattered. The sound of metal on metal rang out like a war drum.
The spinning chain saw teeth easily sliced through the Overlord’s greatshield.
"Impossible!" The Overlord’s eyes widened in shock.
Steel Tide roared, triumphant: "Who gave you the nerve to face me—me, the Guardian’s master?!"
"Take my Chain Saw Sword!"
The teeth spun faster, the blade glowing red-hot. Steam erupted from his arm.
"Vrrrrr—!"
With a sickening crack, the greatshield split cleanly in two. The chain saw continued forward—aimed directly at The Overlord.
Spectral weapons lashed out from above—but they only left pale, glowing scratches on the armor.
"No... no! I spent so much!"
The Overlord abandoned the shield and fled, frantically casting protection spells and speed boosts.
But two legs couldn’t outrun a mech with a propulsion unit.
"Boom—!"
Steel Tide charged past him, crashing into the ground. Cracks split the earth. Dust and debris exploded into the air.
Faced with an unarmed foe, the mech’s faceplate twisted into a fierce, mechanical grin. The Chain Saw Sword rose high—then came down in a brutal, sweeping arc.
The blade carved a perfect curve through the air. The hooked teeth spun at blinding speed.
"Vrrrrr—Boom!"
Flesh tore. Shards flew.
Spell shields shattered instantly.
The Mithril armor split open.
The Overlord’s body—enhanced by countless potions, stronger than any human—was ripped in half.
The audience on the platform erupted in cheers, blood racing.
"Flesh is frail! Machines shall ascend!"
The announcer’s voice boomed with passion: "This is the ultimate aesthetic of brutality! Let us congratulate Steel Tide for another victory!"
The once-untouchable Guild Leader of [Royal Power]—the professional player expected to challenge for the title—was eliminated in the Round of 64.
Steel Tide advanced to the quarterfinals, once again crushing his opponent with merciless dominance.
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
Explosions lit up the battlefield, engulfing it in firelight.
A Warrior from the Battle Division’s second tier was caught in the blast—reduced to a charred corpse.
The announcer roared: "A Chain Experience Points Explosion! Congratulations to Charlotte for claiming victory in this match!"
Charlotte stood calmly, staff in hand, her gaze calm, almost smug—exuding the air of one who had always known the outcome.
"Reforge the glory of the mage. It is our duty."
"How dull. The match could’ve ended early."
"Thank you all for watching."
A tall, slender man in an elegant suit adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses, leisurely straightening his tie. He tipped his hat with a graceful bow.
Behind him, necrotic shadows writhed. Three terrifying Undead Warriors howled.
Mingyue, Deputy Leader of Magic Coin, was trapped in a black mist. His body bore deep black wounds, his face grim. His robe was torn to shreds.
"Such a level of Undead..."
Suddenly, a four-meter-tall Bosk zombie charged forward, cleaving through Mingyue’s outer shield with a single swing.
A Lakanman Undead Knight rode a Bone Roc, screeching from above, raining down arrows from the sky.
Nuo Te’s Undead Skeleton emerged from the shadows—silent, swift—stabbing a dagger into the Mage’s back.
"Pfuh—!"
Mingyue spat blood, collapsing to the ground.
City in the Rain turned slowly, staring at the corpse in the mist. He clapped his hands, smiling.
"Not bad... my carefully cultivated ‘Three Families’—they ended the match thirty seconds faster than I predicted."
"City in the Rain… quite the confidence, isn’t he?"
"This guy is insane."
"The composition is absurd! One Paladin, one Giant Eagle Knight, one Spines—this trio could form a full regiment team on their own!"
"Mingyue didn’t lose unfairly."
"Aaaaaaaah—!"
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang roared to the sky, eyes blood-red, muscles bulging, veins popping across his skin, steam rising from his pores.
[Selfless Frenzy]—the state of the Frenzied Warrior.
Far away, Holy Light Guy refused to back down. He dropped to the ground in a grotesque, awkward pose—then transformed into a massive Owlbear, letting out a thunderous roar.
"ROOOOAAARRR!"
A thick vine erupted from the earth—like a serpent of influence—wrapping around Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang. The power of [Earthbond Society]’s Druid.
"Aaaaaaaah!"
But Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang swung his battle axe in a furious circle. Branches and vines were torn apart, shredded by the sheer momentum.
Plant Growth. Vine Spell. All useless against a warrior in absolute frenzy.
He stomped the ground, leaping ten meters into the air. With a mighty roar, he raised his blood-stained great axe high—then brought it down with devastating force.
"BOOM!"
The earth trembled. Debris flew. The ground split open with a deep fissure.
The Owlbear rolled aside—barely avoiding the blow. The sheer power of that swing had cracked the earth itself.
"Swish—!"
Another axe strike. The Owlbear scrambled to dodge.
Compared to the berserk, feral Titan now, the transformed Holy Light Guy looked like a clumsy beast.
This time, he wasn’t so lucky.
The spinning axe bit deep into his side, slicing through thick fur.
"Aaargh!"
The Owlbear was thrown back, stunned, unable to move.
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang didn’t hesitate. He leapt forward, seized the axe’s hilt, and with a guttural scream, ripped the blade free.
Then—down it came.
"I’ll kill you!"
"SWISH—!"
A sickening tear echoed—flesh and bone splitting apart.
The Owlbear’s massive head was cleanly severed.
With the death of Holy Light Guy, the giant bear form dissolved—became a headless corpse, still glowing with holy light.
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang dropped the axe, spread his arms wide, and let out another deafening roar.
"YES!"
"War Fury Brother is the beast!"
"Hooray! Glory to Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang!"
"I’ve hated that exhibitionist for ages—well done!"
The crowd erupted in a tidal wave of cheers—some fueled by personal grudges.
"Qiu Yu Sister, you’re strong—but I won’t lose!"
"Take this!"
Flying Witch swung her Miracle Wand, her voice sharp.
The traits of a Wild Magic Mage flared once more—chaotic, uncontrolled arcane surges rippling around her.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu narrowed her eyes, utterly focused. She knew—even Flying Witch didn’t know what spell would come next. If a high-level spell erupted, it could backfire catastrophically.
Suddenly, a thick, deathly aura burst from the wand. A wave of dread washed over the arena.
The ground cracked. Lines of eerie green light spread, coalescing into the shape of a Skeleton.
No… not possible.
Is it… Command of Death?
Xia Ye Qiu Yu’s face paled. She instantly cast Flame Dimension Gate, teleporting herself away.
"Ah."
A short gasp.
Flying Witch collapsed—eyes lifeless, body rigid, breath gone.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu—and the entire audience—stared in disbelief.
Did she… just die?
If they could see her Character Sheet, they’d read:
[53-54: You cast a Death Rune Array centered on yourself.]
Even the announcer froze, speechless.
"What a… unexpected turn of events. Let us congratulate Xia Ye Qiu Yu for winning this match."
"Wait… is that it?"
"So… Flying Witch just killed herself?"
"Perfectly in character for a Wild Wizard."
"Good call—never team up with a Wild Wizard. In a regiment match, they’d wipe us out."
That day, the Great Arena hosted thirty-two heart-pounding, electrifying battles.
On the stands, players buzzed with debate.
"Steel Tide is just too strong—insane."
"It’s like Gundam come to life—who can stop him?"
"After several upgrades, that Guardian Armor is now at an absurd level."
"I’m going all-in on Steel Tide."
"I still think S-God will win."
"Hardcore Player, cut it out. Your home brother could only pull off one trick—this mech is crushing The Overlord."
"You’re full of it. SDivine Being was holding back. He could’ve finished Stuffed Bun in seconds—this final duel was just for show."
"I hate that sneaky fighting style. Always floating around in the sky—zero excitement. At least War狂哥 fights like a real beast."
"You’re just a Steel Tide fanboy. He’s just showing off with gear. Take away that set, he’d lose to Stuffed Bun."
"You’re the one who’d lose to Stuffed Bun!"
"Oh? Getting defensive?"
Besides Steel Tide’s victory over The Overlord, Singo defeating Stuffed Bun, Charlotte’s Chain Experience Points Explosion killing Sword Pavilion’s Guild Leader Heaven’s Steadfastness, and City in the Rain eliminating Mingyue with “The Three Families”…
Flying Witch had eliminated herself.
With two days left until server shutdown, only 32 players remained.
At this stage, luck had no place. Only the top-tier, Max Level players were left—masters of their realms, unleashing dazzling, unpredictable abilities that left the audience breathless.
The champion was coming into focus.
In the player power rankings, Steel Tide and Singo were the clear favorites.
According to Empire Official’s Champion Odds Leaderboard, Steel Tide led with odds of 1.9, while Singo followed at 3.5.
The once-promising Overlord—whose odds had briefly surpassed Steel Tide—was now gone.
(End of Chapter)
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