Zhang Wen’s body fell straight backward as the longsword in his hand erupted with dazzling silver radiance. Following an elegant and mysterious arc, the sword tip skillfully struck three-fourths of the way up the massive light cross. Using the “deflection” technique, he barely managed to shift the cross-shaped energy upward by a few inches, allowing it to whiz past his horizontally lying body by a hair’s breadth.
It was a moment of extreme peril, yet he successfully evaded certain death.
“Hmph!” Galil’s remaining lone eye flared with ferocity. He had never seen anyone possess such miraculous swordsmanship capable of deflecting his sure-kill strike.
This infuriated him, and he abandoned his previous target, locking onto Zhang Wen instead, preparing a series of heavy attacks to kill him. At that moment, the other three who had previously confronted Zhang Wen also rushed forward.
“One super-advanced and three saint-levels—an honor comparable to what was given to Lei Miu. They really do think highly of me,” Zhang Wen muttered with a bitter smile.
As Zhang Wen spoke to himself, Galil, the other super-advanced warrior—Storm God Bakari—and the other three saint-level fighters had already surrounded him.
Two super-advanced and three saint-levels—Zhang Wen was clearly facing a death sentence!
…
“Crack!”
雷缪’s lightning-fast hand blade slashed down, and the dazzling electrical energy instantly shattered the enemy’s neck bone. His super-advanced ability was “Lightning Speed,” capable of instantaneous bursts faster than the speed of sound.
Looking at the last opponent fall, Lei Miu shook his head. “So weak… Is this all the strength they have to dare come here to die?” The super-advanced assassin and three saint-level warriors who had been sent to kill him were now permanently down—an outcome no one had anticipated. The strength of the Empire’s Fangs was so overwhelming that it rendered ordinary super-advanced fighters irrelevant, even when reinforced by three saint-levels.
Stepping casually over the fallen bodies, Leim’s gaze turned toward Misa, the Northern Overlord. His face bore a slight surprise, his eyes gleaming with the excitement of a long-awaited battle.
“Misa, you truly haven’t disappointed me.”
The floral sword transformed into countless strange glimmers, blooming like flowers, concealing deadly intentions. The battle energy erupted in dazzling splendor, like a peacock, like a phoenix dancing in flames, like an elegant swan. Yet hidden within the darkness, the floral sword’s blade was like a venomous snake, a bee’s sting, or a scorpion’s tail, delivering fatal strikes from unexpected directions and trajectories toward Gaolong.
Even Gaolong, the killing machine, was left in a desperate state under Misa’s assault, reduced to mere dodging. In terms of battle energy, Misa was no less than him. In terms of physical combat techniques, Misa’s inherited swordsmanship was renowned as the top sword art in the Empire, passed down generation after generation, known as the Sword Sage. Gaolong could gain no advantage against this inherited sword technique.
Of course, if it were just Misa alone, Gaolong was confident that although he couldn’t defeat her, he could likely escape. The problem lay with Flame Demon Agate. His relentless, self-sacrificing attacks forced Gaolong to divert some of his attention, and with this shift, Gaolong gradually found himself overwhelmed by Misa’s sword pressure.
Gaolong attempted several times to eliminate Agate first, but each time Misa timely delivered a strange, unexpected strike that made him flinch and dodge desperately, temporarily abandoning his pursuit of Agate.
Compared to the sweat-drenched Gaolong and the furious, fire-eyed Agate, Misa appeared remarkably relaxed. Each thrust of her sword, each movement of her limbs, was executed with elegance. She was like a victorious lion, exuding confidence and majesty, skillfully toying with her prey and draining his strength.
“Captain Misa, your opponent should be me!” Ray Miu’s eyes gleamed with fervor, a gentle smile gracing his face, as if beholding his beloved lover. He strode steadily toward the three locked in combat, treating the violently surging battle energy as though it were nothing.
In reality, all the shockwaves from nearby explosions were deflected by the storm-like arcs of lightning energy swirling around Lemu.
“Hmph, Laimu, you’ve ignored my orders and meddled in the Southern Overlord’s final match on your own. After this, you can think about how to explain yourself to the Emperor,” Misa said coldly, casting a glance. Her floral sword darted twice with a “hiss-hiss” sound; one strike surged upward toward Gaolong’s jaw and throat, while the other, rebounding sharply with the blade’s flexibility, slashed diagonally at Gaolong’s lower body like a rattlesnake’s tail.
Even a killing machine has its fears, and Misa was undoubtedly his nemesis. Such a sinister sword technique caused Gaolong to roar in anger as he hastily dodged, filled with both fury and dread toward this woman.
“Why is she so young yet so formidable? I’ve heard that inherited sword techniques use special methods to imprint the predecessor’s memories into the successor’s mind through mental energy. But what about battle energy? She’s barely twenty, yet she’s already reached the peak of the super-advanced level! Could it be that inherited sword techniques can also pass down battle energy through generations?”
Gaolong pondered endlessly but couldn’t find an answer. Each time he tried to escape, he was tightly pinned down by Agate and Misa. In his heart, he could only hope that Lord Black’s final contingency plan would work.
Raymoo touched his chin in response to Misa’s accusation, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Before joining the Eagle Guards, it was agreed that I would have a certain degree of freedom…”
“You have time to chat with me, why not go clean up those trash?” Misa said coolly, her sword never ceasing as she repeatedly forced Gaolong back just as he tried to escape.
“No problem. Cleaning up trash is easy. Just promise me a fight afterward.” Before雷缪’s words had fully faded, his figure turned, streaking toward Zhang Wen with astonishing electrical radiance.
Two super-advanced and three saint-level fighters surrounded Zhang Wen. In theory, Zhang Wen should have already collapsed under such odds, but in reality, that wasn’t the case.
When the five fighters gathered together, no more than three could attack Zhang Wen at any one time. Moreover, due to their close proximity, they couldn’t unleash powerful battle energy attacks without risking hitting their allies. Thus, they could only channel their energy into their fists for direct assaults. Zhang Wen’s Springwater Sword Technique, however, was ideally suited for such group combat, capitalizing on the chaos.
What infuriated Galil and the others even more was that at the very start of the battle, Zhang Wen’s longsword had strangely adhered to one of their fighters’ bodies. Like a puppeteer manipulating strings, Zhang Wen used the fighter’s body to perform various movements, effectively turning him into a living shield. Galil and the other super-advanced fighter had several attacks blocked by Zhang Wen using this saint-level warrior as a shield.
Zhang Wen’s sword traced circles in arcs, and the saint-level warrior stuck to his sword spun like a top alongside him, his body twisting into exaggerated poses while he roared in pain but could not break free.
The others tried several times to bypass the human shield but failed each time. Galil’s face flushed with rage, and with a furious roar, he unleashed a violent blast of battle energy with both hands, indifferent to whether his attack struck his own ally. His fingers’ battle energy tore the unfortunate puppet into pieces.
Just as he was about to press forward to finish off Zhang Wen, Leimiu arrived!
Rushing in with astonishing deep-blue lightning energy, he was like a comet streaking across the sky, trailing a long tail of electric radiance.
“Boom!!” Two blinding white lightning snakes first entangled the three saint-level enemies. The battle energy of a super-advanced peak was far beyond their capacity to resist. Even more terrifying was Remu’s super-speed. Almost instantaneously, he slaughtered all three saint-level fighters.
In the blinding electric sparks, the three saint-level fighters were reduced to charred corpses.
The air was thick with swirling smoke and a sharp, acrid smell of burning. Galil and Bakari watched with twitching eyelids. Leimux was too terrifying; the power he now displayed was already vaguely nearing that of a legendary King!
That was the power of a divine-level being!
“Damn you, Remus! Die!!”
A sharp, terrified scream rang out as Galil and the other super-advanced warrior Bakari simultaneously went berserk, unleashing their full battle energy in a torrential cascade of radiant light that flattened everything within a hundred meters. Amid the violent explosion of light, Tyrant Galil’s deep purple cross-shaped battle energy and Storm God Bakari’s fully unleashed super-advanced mental energy rain both thundered toward Reimiu.
Raymoo vanished!
The two super-advanced warriors, the Black Viscount’s right-hand men, had unleashed their full force—but missed completely!
Le Miu’s figure instantaneously transformed into a bolt of lightning, slicing through the air with a sharp whistle. A burst of white mist exploded from behind him, with electric arcs and sparks scattering in all directions. His speed momentarily even surpassed the speed of sound.
The next moment, Galil and Bakari simultaneously felt a chill at their waists and heard Leim’s cold voice from behind them: “Are you ready?”
Ready for what?
That was the last thought of Galil and Bakari.
To die!
Boom!!!
Blinding blue electric arcs wrapped around their bodies as Leimiu’s battle energy, akin to millions of volts of high voltage, surged into them.
This was an energy no ordinary super-advanced warrior could resist—it belonged to the realm of those who had one foot in the divine level, infinitely close to the realm of the “King.”
“Zap! Crackle!”
Under Remu’s onslaught, Galil and Bakari resisted for several seconds. Their ultra-advanced battle energy surged like a flood breaking through a dam, but Remu’s higher-level absolute suppression shattered them one by one, transforming them into countless specks of light dancing like fireflies in a dazzling night sky.
“Crackle!”
With a loosening of their grip, the two super-advanced warriors collapsed lifelessly.
Leimiu’s cultivation level was strong enough, and he possessed the unique super-advanced ability—Super Speed. Ordinary super-advanced warriors, even ones like Galil, were completely defeated in a single careless move when caught off guard.
He treated it like a trivial matter, casually shaking his wrist and slightly shaking his head. “Super-advanced? Ordinary super-advanced fighters are indeed weak. Perhaps only those at the peak of the super-advanced level or those who have grasped the divine realm are worthy opponents for me.” His gaze turned toward Misa and Gaolong on the other side—two opponents worth his anticipation.
Finished!
Gaolong, the killing machine, had always brought death to others, but today he tasted the approach of death for the first time!
Watching all his men fall, Gaolong knew the battle was essentially over. Now, his only thought was to escape quickly—perhaps he still had a chance to save his life; otherwise, he would only meet his end.
His experience of escaping countless imperial pursuits allowed him to make an instant decision!
Escape!
“Roar!” With an earth-shaking roar, Gaolong’s crimson battle energy erupted again, forming a blinding, massive crimson vortex expanding outward. At the same time, a cold, ruthless killing intent and a pungent, chilling blood scent spread.
Gaolong had always held back some strength! This was his life-saving ultimate move, one he always reserved a bit of power for, unleashing it only when the situation turned dire to escape. Experience proved this move was indeed effective; most enemies were deceived by him until the very end, when Gaolong would turn the tables and escape, even counterattacking and killing his opponents, who remained in disbelief until their dying moments.
After Gaolong’s roar, his chest expanded, and he emitted another piercing shriek. At the same time, his hands unleashed a combined burst of battle energy and mental energy, forming two massive crimson claw-shaped energies that simultaneously pushed Misa and Flame Demon Agate back.
This was his final chance!
With Gaolong’s sharp awareness of seizing opportunities, he didn’t hesitate, immediately sprinting at full speed down the mountain! As long as he could evade Raimu, there was still a chance to survive! If Lord Black’s final contingency plan could be activated, it might even surprise them greatly!
Gaolong’s thoughts raced. On the mountain path ahead, apart from the fallen Asura and Xiao Xi, and the recently struggling-to-rise Maryan, there was no one else. None of them could stop him! As for Zhang Wen and Leimiu, the two had already been dozens of meters away from the mountain path due to their earlier battle and absolutely wouldn’t have time to stop him!
Driven by the will to survive, Gaolong’s body erupted with incredible potential. His crimson battle energy blazed like a rainbow, his body surging forward, tearing up the ground, creating a terrifying spectacle.
At this moment, his speed was like a roaring locomotive!
Just as Gaolong was about to escape, suddenly—
“Screech!”
A strange, sharp whistle rang out, and a blinding point of brilliance rapidly expanded in Gaolong’s pupils. From the entrance of the mountain path, a sudden burst of battle energy patterns erupted like a net, blocking Gaolong’s only escape route!
Despair!
Gaolong’s heart sank into the abyss. Roaring furiously, he poured his battle energy into his hands, tearing through the incoming battle energy. However, the brief delay allowed Agate, Misa, Zhang Wen, and Remus to surround him.
At the front of the mountain path, the person who had suddenly intervened to block Gaolong gradually emerged.
Deputy Captain of the Imperial Eagle Guards—Mura.
He was completely surrounded! Front, back, left, and right—all were enemies! More terrifyingly, from behind Mura, a group of black-uniformed warriors wearing the Imperial Eagle insignia gradually emerged.
The Imperial Eagle Guards! For the first time appearing in daylight, the full force of the Eagle Guards had gathered!
Gaolong’s face turned ashen. As an important subordinate of Lord Black, he naturally knew the Imperial Eagle Guards well. Before defecting to Lord Black, he had been hunted and ambushed by the Eagle Guards on multiple occasions. He deeply understood the terrifying might of the Eagle Guards—they were even more professional killing machines than himself.
This was an immense, highly sophisticated war machine, with countless talents in the Empire serving merely as components within it!
Even back when the Empire had issued orders to kill Gaolong with just five people, it had left him in a desperate state. Today, standing before him were at least twenty people—two squads of Eagle Guards!
The Empire’s unprecedented emphasis signaled Gaolong’s death sentence!
Gaolong’s face was pale with dread—the feeling of impending doom.
His eyes twitched, and suddenly he saw behind Deputy Captain Mura two Eagle Guards holding a fat and a thin person.
The Infinite Arena’s Saint-level fighters, Gao Gan and Mannan!
Gaolong’s face contorted hideously, tightly closing his eyes. Yet his trembling hands betrayed his inner turmoil.
Complete failure!
Lord Black’s final contingency plan, his last hope, had been to bribe people within the Infinite Arena—but it had all been discovered by the Eagle Guards!
“Well then, Imperial Eagle Guards… I’ve been battling you my whole life, but I never expected to lose here today!” Gaolong slowly said, casting his bloodshot, fiercely murderous gaze around at the surrounding figures—the Northern Overlord Misa, Flame Demon Agate, the Empire’s Fang Leimiu, Zhang Wen, and the Mura standing in front.
“But… do you really think you can capture me?” His face twisted with two hideous scars, a maniacal grin spreading from the corner of his mouth, revealing his gleaming white teeth.
Everyone’s attention was fixed on this killing machine. No one noticed that among the wounded figures sitting by the roadside—Asura, Maryan, and others—Rofele’s eyes flickered slightly, and her figure suddenly leaped up.
Seven golden playing cards shot from her left hand, whistling sharply as they flew toward Zhang Wen, Remu, and the others. At the same time, her right hand flicked, and another string of sixteen golden playing cards, glowing with dazzling battle energy and shrieking, flew toward the Eagle Guards on the mountain path.
No one had expected an enemy among their own ranks, and everyone was caught completely off guard, scrambling in confusion.
At the same time, Gaolong also roared and unleashed his battle energy, charging toward the weakest among them—Zhang Wen.
No one could have predicted it, but Lord Black had long planted a pawn beside Zhang Wen, originally meant for assassination. Now, it seemed like a divine move. The key to breaking the deadlock.
Since the “pawn” had helped break the situation, Gaolong thought, then Zhang Wen, your life is mine!
“Boom!!” Thick, blood-like battle energy and mental energy erupted simultaneously. Gaolong, a dual cultivator of body and mind, was truly desperate now—even a regional Overlord would feel wary. Northern Overlord Misa had just deflected two of the attacking golden cards when she was forced to temporarily retreat and gather her strength in haste.
Flame Demon Agate, who had kept his full attention on Gaolong, reacted surprisingly quickly. He burned his hands in roaring flames of battle energy, rushing to meet Gaolong’s surging crimson energy head-on.
“Boom!!” Gaolong’s desperate, full-power strike forced Agate backward uncontrollably. The rebounding flame energy scattered like sparks, tearing countless small wounds across Agate’s body, creating a horrifying sight. Yet the worst injury came from the golden card that had attacked him—he hadn’t even looked, letting it pierce his back and explode into a bloody mess.
Among everyone, only Reimiu remained the most relaxed. He elegantly waved his slender right hand before him, and blue battle energy swirled into a nebula, instantly shattering the two golden cards. At the same time, it collided with and canceled out Gaolong’s desperate crimson energy burst, emitting a “crackle” sound. The point where the two energies met exploded with blinding, eye-piercing brilliance!
Mura’s strength was slightly inferior to that of Reimu and Misa. He quickly raised his battle energy to deflect the golden cards and hastily retreated in disorder, narrowly avoiding Gaolong’s desperate strike. He knew from past experiences that many Eagle Guards had been killed by Gaolong’s last-ditch counterattacks, even when the situation appeared favorable.
These people couldn’t stop Gaolong’s desperate counterattack—how could Zhang Wen, the one directly in his path, fare any better?!
Zhang Wen’s battle energy was the weakest among them! It was even weaker than Mura’s.
Moreover, Gaolong’s previous assassination attempt had nearly succeeded in killing Zhang Wen. Naturally, Gaolong chose the “weakest” as his breakthrough point.
Gaolong was confident that at such close range, having seized the initiative, his berserker strike might even instantly kill Zhang Wen, who would have no way of stopping his escape!
“Die, all of you!”
Gaolong’s wild, arrogant roar rang out as his body, trailing a blinding crimson beam, charged straight toward Zhang Wen like a galloping stallion!
Anyone and anything in his path would be torn to shreds!
Just as he had done on that ill-fated asteroid. Back then, the planetary guards had organized a hundred-man team to try to stop him, but Gaolong had charged through them in one strike, annihilating the entire hundred-man team instantly. Arms, legs, and blood mist had sprayed into the air, making even the Imperial soldiers who arrived later to investigate vomit on the spot.
“Zhang Wen! I’ll take your life!”
With a sinister grin, Gaolong brought his hands together, and his crimson battle energy surged like a venomous snake toward Zhang Wen’s heart.
…
“Whoosh!!” The spinning golden playing cards, glowing with scorching golden battle energy, sliced toward the dense formation of Eagle Guards. At the same time, “Rofele” seized the momentary chaos, moving at incredible speed to the side of the Eagle Guards guarding Gao Gan and Mannan. Her body twisted strangely, two golden playing cards slipping between her fingers, smoothly slicing across the guards’ necks.
“Shhh!” The sound of arterial blood spraying was like the wind. Until they fell, the two Eagle Guards still couldn’t believe it. In terms of martial skill, they weren’t necessarily inferior to their enemy, but the enemy was too cunning. The timing and angle of the attack were unexpected blind spots. Blocked from view by the two prisoners, by the time they realized what was happening, it was already too late.
Victory or defeat is decided in an instant.
“Quickly, escape!”
“Rofele” slapped her hands on Gao Gan and Mannan’s wrists, attempting to shatter the mental locks restraining their abilities. But one strike revealed the locks were unexpectedly resilient, her battle energy proving ineffective.
At the same time, the sixteen golden playing cards aimed at the Eagle Guards were also intercepted. By seven Eagle Guards. In their eyes burned a spirit—named “self-sacrifice”!
Choosing to step forward and block the fatal attack meant facing death directly. But these Eagle Guards hesitated not a moment, rushing forth first, each raising their battle energy to form a radiant shield, using their sacrifice to buy time for their comrades.
“Whoosh!! Whoosh!!”
Sixteen golden arcs sliced through the battle energy shield, piercing their bodies. As the seven Eagle Guards fell, the remaining dozen silently surged forward.
No one gave a second glance to the fallen comrades. For this outcome, every warrior who joined the Eagle Guards had long been prepared. Death was not terrifying; dying with honor, taking enemies with them—that was the Eagle Guards’ destiny.
“So this is the Eagle Guards? Cold and merciless, even to themselves!”
“Rofele” felt a chill rise in her heart. She had no time to remove the restrictions on Gao Gan and Mannan. Grabbing their shoulders, she dragged them and dashed away from the Eagle Guards, attempting to escape.
But she had barely fled twenty meters with the two when she stopped.
There, standing ahead, was Ge Luo. Saint-level Ge Luo, a disciple of Thunder God Omega. Previously, everyone had overlooked Thunder God Omega and Ge Luo, as it was already no secret that Thunder God Omega had been severely injured and lost his battle energy.
What gave Ge Luo the audacity to get involved in this mess?
Who dared give him such courage?
A growing chill filled her heart. A sense of impending crisis flashed through her mind, and she suddenly turned her head.
At some unknown moment, Thunder God Omega had already appeared behind her, his purple pupils faintly flickering with electric light.
“Thunder God?! But you were already…”
She never got to finish her sentence, as Omega raised his hand and gripped her throat.
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