Chapter 490: The Final Confrontation
“S God-tier!”
“War Fury Brother’s done for!”
“Holy crap, Aerial Superiority is too strong—War Fury Brother can’t even fight back!”
“Can’t help it—completely outclassed by the counter.”
The crowd in the Audience Stand erupted in a tidal wave of cheers and heated debate. This was the first match of the 32nd Elimination Tournament.
“Aaaah—!”
In the center of the arena, Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang, the Frenzied Warrior, roared to the sky, his body drenched in blood. His massive frame was riddled with arrows—chest, arms, back, thighs—every inch of him torn and broken. Yet even so, his eyes burned with fury, fixed on the enemy above.
“Grrr—!”
With the last of his strength, he hurled his Great Axe skyward. But the Dragon Rider merely ascended slightly, effortlessly dodging the blow.
Clang—
The axe slammed into the ground, its blade burying deep into the earth.
Then came another arrow—swift, merciless—piercing straight through Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang’s chest, driving deep into his pounding heart.
A final, defiant roar escaped his lips—then he collapsed backward, lifeless.
There was nothing more he could do.
He had given everything. But his opponent was Singo—a teammate who knew him too well.
Throughout the match, Singo played a conservative, patient game. He stayed aloft, constantly peppering Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang with arrows, draining his life force relentlessly—chipping him away until he was finished, like a hunter slowly wearing down a beast.
All the while, Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang tried desperately to close the gap, to land a blow. But Singo’s horsemanship was flawless—never once did he give the warrior a chance to get close.
Perched atop his Wyvern, Singo looked down at the fallen warrior, voice low.
“Sorry, War狂. But this is a match.”
Announcer: “Let us once again congratulate Singo for securing victory in this round!”
“S God is unstoppable!”
“Who said S God couldn’t beat War狂?”
“Hardcore players only know how to kite from above—no real skill, no real spectacle.”
“Disgraceful.”
“Exactly—wait till War狂 teaches him a lesson.”
“Come on, this is eSports! As long as you win within the rules, it’s victory. You lot are just bitter losers.”
For controversial players like this, the real battle often raged not on the field—but in the stands.
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16th Finals, Match 4
Xia Ye Qiu Yu hovered mid-air, her golden eyes blazing with flames.
Wall of Fire!
Boom!
A scorching wall of fire erupted from the ground, rising like a furnace barrier before her.
But the massive Armor charged straight through it, its front shield glowing with a spherical field. Behind it, the propulsion unit flared with blinding flame.
Its right arm, a Chain Saw Sword, spun at terrifying speed, slashing downward from the sky.
Xia Ye Qiu Yu’s eyes flickered. Her long robe swirled with flowing flame as her form blurred—Fire Jump.
A flicker of flame leapt across the battlefield—over thirty meters away—coalescing into her exact image.
Buzz—
The Chain Saw Sword swung wide, cutting deep into the earth, spraying stone shards in all directions.
“Hmm? Evaded?”
Steel Tide raised an eyebrow, surprised—but didn’t stop. He twisted the Armor, extending his left arm.
A cannon mouth glowed, pulsing with immense energy, then unleashed a blinding lightning beam.
Boom—
The bolt tore through the air, racing toward Xia Ye Qiu Yu.
Her expression hardened. She raised both hands, forming a half-spherical Flame Shield.
Zzzzz—
Lightning clashed with fire—explosions rippled across the field, electric arcs sparking like angry serpents, embers dancing in the air.
The Armor’s back hissed with steam. Its core pulsed with light. It wasn’t just firing lightning—it was accelerating forward, hurtling toward her at breakneck speed.
As a Dragon Oath Mage, Xia Ye Qiu Yu’s spell power was legendary. But Steel Tide had spent over a hundred gold coins on rare energy ore. And his Aether Armor? That cost thousands—a true New Era Warrior of the wealthy elite.
This was financial dominance.
Crack—
The Flame Shield shattered under the strain.
She tried to Fire Jump again—but the lightning beam lashed out, piercing through her body, sending electric arcs dancing around her.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed—Steel Tide had closed in. His Chain Saw Sword raised high, poised to strike.
“Sorry.”
Buzz—
“Let us congratulate Steel Tide for winning this match!”
“Oh no… my Qiu Yu… she’s gone…”
“War狂 brother is legendary!”
“Flesh is frail, machines shall ascend!”
“War狂’s the real art—let’s crush this Hardcore Player in the Final!”
“Singo eliminated Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang!”
“Mage vs. Sorcerer showdown! Royal Power Deputy Leader Fengyun was crushed by Xia Ye Qiu Yu!”
“Steel Tide dominates again—chasing the championship!”
“Charlotte used a Dispel Undead Scroll to eliminate City in the Rain, avenging Deputy Leader Mingyue!”
“Steel Tide continues his brutal assault—chainsaw sword cleaving Xia Ye Qiu Yu in two! Fans are heartbroken!”
“Singo fires a Piercing Spell Arrow, strikes Charlotte’s heart—advances to the semifinals. The last Mage player falls!”
As the Elimination Tournament progressed, the forum debates grew wilder—passion peaked, the hype reached fever pitch.
Even players who didn’t compete could watch the matches instantly on the forum—debating, arguing, even fighting with fans of their favorite home players.
The higher the stage, the fewer players remained on the podium.
At this point, no one would surrender. Every match was a fight to the death.
These Professional Players were like gods—each unleashing their own Supernatural Power, dazzling with every move.
Not only the crowd in the stands was transfixed—so were the ordinary Imperial Citizens who had bought tickets. In the Empire’s warrior culture, such Stellarfallen battles were wildly popular. Some even made money selling recording stones of the matches—Golden Nael poured in.
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“The First Imperial Arena Final Match is about to begin!”
“The Final Confrontation!”
“The Clash of the Greatest Clan vs. the Greatest Solo Player!”
Only two remained.
On one side: Steel Tide, Guild Leader of Mechanical Divinity, Manager of Claudew Military Industry Group, 8th-tier Armorist Artificer, and the Steel Tide himself.
On the other: Singo, the strongest solo player of Alerzage, the Forum Guide legend, 8th-tier Crimson Scale Conqueror, and the man who’d already shattered every barrier.
The Final Match would take place on the last day before the server shutdown. After the Award Ceremony, all players would collectively leave Ailezegai—marking the dawn of a brand-new era.
Thus, this final battle was the ultimate spectacle, watched by millions.
Before the match, reporters interviewed the two.
Steel Tide chuckled lightly.
“Singo’s a strong opponent. I’d say I have about a fifty percent chance.”
Singo smirked.
“If it were a hundred percent, I’d give him fifty.”
The forum exploded.
Steel Tide fans and Singo fans clashed in a furious war of words—flames of rage flying across the digital battlefield.
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“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the arena!”
“Today, only one match remains—the final Final Match. I know you’ve all been waiting for this moment.”
“The contenders? Well, I need not introduce them. Their names are already etched in legend.”
“Please welcome the Red Side contestant—Steel Tide!”
From the far end of the contestant passage, Steel Tide emerged in his Aether Armor, smiling as he waved to the roaring crowd.
“War狂 Brother!”
“Flesh is weak, machines ascend!”
“Praise Om Misea! Ring the bell three times!”
“This Hardcore Player’s pre-match arrogance is insane—let’s crush his face!”
The crowd roared like a storm. Even the Empire’s Indigenous Inhabitants joined in the cheer.
After all, Steel Tide’s aesthetic—steel and blood-fire brutality—was pure Ashen Empire soul. He was beloved.
Dong… Dong… Dong…
The Mechanical Divinity members had actually brought a giant bell to the arena. The deep, mournful chimes echoed through the hall, blending with the fans’ cheers.
Announcer: “And now, please welcome the Blue Side contestant—Singo!”
The sky above the arena cracked open.
A Dragon Rider descended—Wyvern spiraling down like a falling comet—before landing softly on the ground.
The crowd erupted. But this time, cheers mixed with jeers.
“S God is immortal!”
“S Master must win!”
“This Hardcore Player’s trash talk is unbearable—let’s see what he can do!”
“Hardcore Player is dead!”
Both stood in their designated zones, locking eyes.
The Referee raised his hand.
“Begin!”
Boom—
The Propulsion Unit on Steel Tide’s back flared with light. The massive Armor charged forward like a thunderclap.
“Two-Headed Dragon, climb!”
Singo commanded. The Wyvern flared its wings, ascending sharply.
Shhh—
From Steel Tide’s left shoulder, a cannon emerged—spewing a massive net into the sky, aiming to trap the dragon.
Singo leaned low, gripping the reins, guiding the Wyvern into a sudden, violent turn. The electric net whistled past, missing by inches.
They were now nearly a hundred meters high.
“Not done yet.”
“I call this—Bird Trap Tactics.”
The Steel Tide in the shield chuckled. From his right shoulder, a massive barrel slowly rose—pointing at the sky, targeting the Dragon Rider.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Spherical lightning shots launched into the air—predicting the dragon’s flight path, forming a curved line across the sky.
Singo weaved through the air—dodging, diving, climbing, banking, flipping—each maneuver a desperate attempt to avoid the pre-aimed bolts.
Then—Blast!
The lightning balls exploded midair, forming a vast, electrified net across the heavens.
Singo darted through the gaps—occasionally drawing his bow, firing arrows.
But the Mechanical Divinity’s Field Shield was too thick. Ordinary arrows were useless.
“We can’t keep this up!”
“He’s built this entire strategy around me—this is too targeted! If we stay up here, we’ll be trapped!”
“Now… it’s time to fight!”
Singo leaned forward, urging the Wyvern into a sudden dive—straight toward Steel Tide.
“Roar!”
The Wyvern let out a cry—and behind it, the Phantom of the Red Dragon roared into existence.
Dragon Roar Charge!
Steel Tide didn’t flinch. He raised his right arm, firing a thick Lightning Column.
Boom—
But the Wyvern twisted its wings mid-air—just barely avoiding the blast. The lightning grazed its chest, leaving a blackened scar.
Then—Boom!
Steel Tide swung his left fist—a massive, fire-charged hammer blow.
The Wyvern was now too close to dodge.
Crack!
Aaargh—
A sharp crunch. Teeth shattered. Blood sprayed.
The impact sent the Wyvern flying—its rider, Singo, leaping off just before impact. He rolled across the ground, regaining his footing.
He tossed several Metal Discs toward the Armor.
His eyes were wild with excitement. He licked blood from his lip.
“You think you’re the only one who prepared?”
“I’ve been ready too!”
The Metal Discs adhered perfectly to the Armor’s joints and core—glowing red with energy.
Beep… beep… beep…
It was the Mechanical Divinity’s Magic Electromagnetic Pulse Device—designed specifically to disable constructs. But Singo had obtained it through forbidden means.
Steel Tide’s systems stuttered—his voice distorted.
“This… this can’t be—”
“How?!”
BOOM!
The Metal Discs exploded—releasing a Blue spherical energy field.
The towering Guardian Armor collapsed, lifeless. Its core dimmed—power gone.
“No—!”
Steel Tide screamed.
The crowd gasped. Shocked silence.
“War狂’s Armor is down!”
“He’s finished! Artificers have no close combat!”
“Is it over?”
But Singo stepped forward, Longsword in hand, staring through the reinforced glass at the cockpit.
He spun his sword in a flash—then pointed the tip at Steel Tide, calm and deliberate.
“War狂 Brother… your prized Armor is destroyed. Surrender?”
Steel Tide’s eyes burned crimson. Teeth clenched.
“My new Armor… after all that work…”
“I didn’t want to reveal my final Secret Weapon… but you… you forced me.”
“We of Mechanical Divinity preach: Flesh is frail, machines shall ascend. But until the tech is perfect…”
Singo’s face paled.
Then—change.
Steel Tide’s body twisted. His muscles bulged. His skin cracked—revealing dark red, Dragon Scale-like armor beneath.
“Just a small Transformation?”
“Nothing unusual, right?”
Second Heart—Activate!
Bone Reinforcement—Activate!
Muscle Enhancement—Activate!
Blood Regeneration—Activate!
Dragon Blood Gene Reservoir—Activate!
Dragon Scale External Armor—Activate!
In a single moment, a four-meter-tall warrior stood—clad in dark red armor, shattering the cockpit glass, rising from the wreckage.
“This is the perfect fusion of Mechanical Divinity’s genetic science and mechanical mastery. A Super Warrior, born from Dragon Blood. I am the first Experimenter.”
“I wanted to name it As Towerth… or Stellar Warrior… but the Empire’s official board rejected it.”
He picked up the Chain Saw Sword, pulled the cord—its teeth whirred to life.
Buzz—
“So… Vitourgis Dragon Scale Monk, at your service!”
Now, Singo was already ten meters away—his instincts screaming danger. He drew his Hunter’s Longbow, fired—arrows flying like fireflies.
But the Dragon Scales Armor deflected them effortlessly.
Clang! Clang!
Even Explosion Arrows, Toxic Arrows—useless.
After Transformation, Steel Tide’s Strength, Dexterity, reflexes—all surpassed human limits. This was the Dragon gene crystal, extracted and refined by Mechanical Divinity’s geneticists.
“Useless! Let your Guardian Armor die with you, Hardcore Player!”
Steel Tide leapt—moving at impossible speed—closing the distance in a blink.
He raised the Chain Saw Sword high—bringing it down in a brutal, sweeping arc.
Buzz—
Blood and meat flew.
The match was over.
Singo had died for the first time in Ailezegai.
The announcer’s voice trembled with excitement:
“It seems the final Victor has been decided!”
“Let us all congratulate Steel Tide—the first Dragon Flame Champion of the Empire!”
“Whoa… the Mechanical Divinity boss actually made a can?”
“Steel Tide is legendary!”
“Flesh is frail, machines shall ascend!”
The crowd roared. The arena exploded in celebration.
After days of battle, the ultimate victor had finally emerged.
(End of Chapter)
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