Chapter 2301
“Whoa! He's even busting out the Four Elements of God's Technique? Does he really need to show off?”
“Fenley sure knows how to make an entrance. He's showing off in style.”
“If I had his skills, I'd be more flashy than him.”
Fenley made a grand entrance, and the crowd couldn't stop talking and whispering.
The Four Elements of God's Technique was a secret art of the Celestial Alliance, learned only by the
guildmasters’ successors. So, it was surprising when Fenley used it before the match began.
“Mr. Marshall, your disciple lives up to his name,” Cyrus remarked coldly.
“Ha! Young people should be bursting with energy. If he’s got the skills, why hold back?” Alloy replied
indifferently.
“I just hope you don’t let your excitement get the better of you,” Cyrus warned. “Sometimes, too much joy can
lead to a downfall.”
“You don’t need to worry about it, Mr. Hadley,” Alloy said with a faint smile.
Regardless of the match outcome, Fenley’s entrance had already outshined the Sword Union.
The top talents from the three major guilds-Mystic Arts Order, Sword Union, and Celestial Alliance-each made
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their grand entrance.
The top experts from other major guilds weren't about to be outdone. They showcased their skills with
impressive flair and style.
A genius from the Beast Master guild arrived riding a mystical crane, while a disciple from the Esoteric Sword
guild flew in on a magical sword. Another ,elite used earth-shifting techniques to burst out of the battle ring’s
floor.
Overall, the range of spectacular and unique entrances was breathtaking.
For many participants, this Combat Tournament was about fand fortune. Many young talents saw it as their
chance to make a nfor themselves.
With so many high-profile figures present, a striking entrance could boost their reputation significantly. Even if
they didn’t win, making a memorable impression would cement their status and elevate their guild's prestige.
This tournament was a propportunity for them to shine, and they were eager to make the most of it.
“Dr. Rhys, you're one of the top 32 contestants. Everyone's flaunting their unique styles and making a nfor
themselves. You don’t want to be left behind, right?” Alicia teased with a grin.
“Yeah, Dr. Rhys. This is a great chance to boost your fame. Show us simpressive moves,” Aurora said
expectantly.
Dustin was renowned for his dual mastery of medicine and martial arts. Alicia had witnessed his medical
expertise firsthand but hadn’t seen his martial prowess.
“Well then, how about | show you my skill?” He smiled faintly.
As the Marshall sisters watched with anticipation, Dustin lightly tapped his foot and soared into the air. He flew
across the arena and landed on the battle ring.
In most competitions, such effortless flight would be impressive. But with today’s arena packed with top
contenders, each flaunting their unique skills, Dustin’s smooth but simple entrance felt pretty ordinary. It was
almost too routine to catch anyone's attention.
“Is that it?” Aurora pursed her lips in disappointment. She had expected something truly spectacular from him,
but this was underwhelming.
“He has always been modest, so that makes sense.” Alicia smiled awkwardly. It seemed her expectations had
been too high.
“Get out of my way!”
Suddenly, a booming voice cracked through the air like thunder.
A colossal black shadow streaked in from the distance, moving at blistering speed. The ground erupted beneath
it, sending dust swirling and debris flying. Spectators who couldn't react in twere sent flying.
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The shadow barreled through everything, smashing its way to the battle ring and leaving a trail of wreckage.
Many spectators grumbled and cursed.
As the dust finally settled, the spectators got their first clear view of the newcomer. The figure was a towering,
muscular man with tanned skin, standing well over six feet tall. He wore a black tank top, and his formidable
build radiated an intimidating presence.
The surrounding martial artists looked like dwarfs beside him. The newcomer was George Burroughs.
“What's going on? A foreigner in this Combat Tournament?”
“From the looks of it, he’s not here to play nice!”
“Hmph! He's just a brute. Let's see how Dragonmarsh martial artists deal with him!”
George's entrance sent the crowd into a frenzy of murmurs. They were shocked to see a foreigner in the
tournament, especially among the top 32 contestants, which was a first for them.
“Hmph!” Standing in the battle ring, George scanned the martial artists with disdain.
His eyes narrowed, and a grim smile appeared when he spotted Fenley. Without a word, he raised his hand and
made a throat-slashing gesture in Fenley’s direction.
Fenley glanced at him and then ignored him. He felt that this brash newcomer wasn’t worth his attention. After
all, his target was Glenn.
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After George's entrance, a chilling, eerie laughter echoed through the arena. At the stime, a swirling cloud
of scarlet mist rushed in from the distance.
The mist was about ten feet in radius. It radiated a dark, sinister energy, and its shape constantly shifted. One
moment, it morphed into a massive skull, then twisted into a devil with bared fangs and claws.
The sight of this unnerving mist made the spectators gasp in alarm. They quickly scattered to clear the path.
The mist’s terrifying appearance signaled evil intent, and they knew that coming into contact with it could be
deadly.
The scarlet mist swirled over the battle ring. It deliberately circled the contestants’ heads three times before
crashing down with a thunderous bang.
A striking Streuquan man in a sharp suit emerged as the mist dissipated. His bold features, devious grin, and
undeniable charm made him impossible to ignore. The man was Bill Wolfe.
“I can’t believe that narcissistic jerk actually showed up,” Aurora muttered with a scowl, her eyes flashing with
disdain. “I hope Fenley teaches him a lesson.”
“With so many skilled fighters from Dragonmarsh, Fenley might not even need to step in,” Alicia said.
After last night's fight, she realized Bill was no match for Fenley. Instead, George seemed more dangerous and
was worth watching out for.
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“Listen up, Dragonmarsh martial artists!” Bill turned to face the contestants.
He said arrogantly, “I'm an aristocrat with pure blood from Esmington. My goal is to win the Combat Tournament
championship. If you don’t want to die, you'd better surrender now. Otherwise, I'll make you experience terror
and despair!”
The spectators were seething with anger from his words and began to shout insults.
“Dammit! This kid's got snerve, publicly challenging us like that. Does he have a death wish?”
“To hell with him! If it weren't for the risk of disrupting the event, I'd kill him right now!”
“Countin!”
His flashy entrance might have been acceptable if it was just for attention. But now, before the match had even
begun, Bill was brazenly belittling Dragonmarsh martial artists. Even the spectators could no longer tolerate his
disrespect.
“Ha! Does this cocky Streuquan bat think he can run wild here? He's got a death wish!” a hulking figure on the
battle ring suddenly shouted. He was wearing a hat with a long blade strapped behind his back.
His imposing figure and piercing eyes commanded respect, even without displaying any anger. He had a
commanding presence that made him stand out as extraordinary.
“Who are you?” Bill snarled.
“I'm Jermaine Walsen, the chief senior disciple of the Soultech Union,” the man with the hat replied coldly.
The Soultech Union was a prestigious guild in the martial world. Although they had only a few disciples, each was
an elite martial artist.
Jermaine was halfway to becoming a grandmaster but already had the strength to rival one. He was among the
12 standout participants who had fought through thousands of Group B contestants.
“Jermaine, huh? Fine! I'll deal with you first!” Bill immediately blurred into a mysterious red blood shadow and
appeared behind Jermaine. He bared his fangs and lunged, aiming to sink his teeth into Jermaine’s neck.
“You've got a death wish!” Jermaine’s eyes turned cold. The long blade on his back suddenly shot out of its
sheath, its icy gleam slashing toward Bill's head.
Bill tucked his chin in. His razor-sharp fangs clamped onto Jermaine’s blade with a sharp clang.
“Hmm?” Jermaine yanked at his blade, but it wouldn't budge. He was taken aback by the sheer power of Bill's
bite.
Bill's sinister laughter echoed as he clamped down on the blade. At the stime, his fingernails shot out like
razor-sharp blades. He stabbed viciously toward Jermaine’s chest and abdomen.
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Jermaine scowled. With his blade stuck, he had to retreat. Just as he took a few steps back, Bill's figure vanished
as if he had never been there.
“Look out behind you!” A warning shout echoed from the crowd.
Jermaine spun instinctively, his eyes widening as a massive, gaping mouth bore down on him. There was no
escape.
Just as he braced for the deadly bite, a loud crash rocked the arena. Bill was thrown through the air like a ragdoll.
He landed heavily more than 30 feet away from the ring.
His hair was scorched, his clothes ripped to shreds, and he writhed uncontrollably as though struck by a powerful
electric shock. He lay there, completely immobilized.
“The match hasn't even started yet. Personal fights between contestants are not allowed. This is just a warning.
Any further violations will result in disqualification.”
On the battle ring, Oron stood impassive, and his expression was unreadable. A faint crackle of lightning
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The events had unfolded so quickly that most of the crowd was confused, with only a few witnessing it.
Just as Bill’s massive jaws were about to bite Jermaine, Oron unleashed Stormcraft, which sent Bill flying through
the air. This technique, known as the Five Stormcraft Art, was used to deal with dark creatures.
Bill couldn’t withstand the powerful Stormcraft despite his remarkable recovery abilities.
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“Great hit!”
“How dare you cause trouble at Sacred Wyrm Summit? You must have a death wish.”
“If the referee hadn't held back, that Stormcraft strike would have turned him into dust.”
The spectators cheered with applause as Bill was sent flying.
A foreign contestant one who is relatively unknown here should stay low-key to avoid unnecessary trouble.
But when Bill showed up, he immediately started shouting and challenging everyone. He practically asked to be
beaten. Did this puny vampire think no one in Dragonmarsh could take him down?
“Curse you, Dragonmarsh martial artists! How dare you ambush me? How cowardly and disgraceful!”
Bill staggered to his feet and gritted his teeth as he seethed in anger. He had planned to make a strong
impression and showcase the vampires’ might. Instead, his plan backfired, and he was humiliated.
He didn’t think it was due to his own weakness; rather, Oron’s sudden attack had caught him off guard. Bill was
sure that he wouldn't lose in a fair fight.
“Hmph! You still dare to shout here? If Master Oron hadn't held back, you'd already turned into ashes,” Jermaine
snapped.
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Bill's teleportation move earlier had caught Jermaine off guard. But now that he was prepared, he knew things
would play out differently.
“Every competition has its rules. If you can’t follow them, I'll have to ask you to leave,” Oron said coldly.
“Why you-" Bill was about to lash out when a hand landed on his shoulder. He turned to see a smiling man in a
clerical robe.
The man was Jeremiah Price, also known as The Dust of Angel.
“Mr. Wolfe, don’t forget our mission. If you get kicked out before the match even begins, you'll have a lot of
explaining to do with Mr. Bailey,” Jeremiah said.
He continued, “If you provoke the experts of Sacred Wrym Summit, | won't be able to save you. You've already
seen the power of Stormcraft. It’s a bane to the vampires.”
Bill's face alternated between anger and fear. He clenched his teeth and suppressed his anger. He might be
aggressive, but he wasn’t foolish.
He could take on anyone in a one-on- one brawl, but it would be different if the Dragonmarsh’s martial artists
teamed up against him.
After experiencing Oron’s Stormcraft, Bill knew he had a reason to be wary. Even if it didn’t kill him outright, it
would paralyze him. For an expert, even a split second of immobilization could be fatal.
“I'm sorry everyone. My friend is new to this place and unfamiliar with the rules. Please forgive him.” Jeremiah
stepped forward and lowered his head apologetically to Oron and the others.
“We'll let it slide this time, but don’t let it happen again,” Oron replied with a neutral expression.
“Understood.” Jeremiah smiled and nodded.
Bill stood behind him and said nothing. But the deadly fire in his eyes was impossible to hide. He resolved to
torture whoever he faced in the ring mercilessly. It was the only way to unleash his pent-up fury.
Oron scanned the battle ring and said, Since all the 32 contestants are here, we'll draw lots to determine the
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When he confirmed that all the contestants were present, he signaled for a black wooden box to be brought
forward. The box was completely sealed except for a small opening at the top.
Oron looked around the ring and announced loudly, “This box contains 32 numbered balls. Each contestant will
draw one at random.
“The contestant who draws Number 1 will face the one who draws Number 32. Number 2 will face Number 31,
and so on.
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“It's all about luck. No changes are allowed, and any cheating will result in immediate disqualification. Let's
begin.
“Letgo first.”
As soon as Oron finished speaking, Jermaine stepped forward. He reached into the black box and began
rummaging through the balls inside.
A few seconds later, he pulled out a transparent glass ball. Embedded in the center was a white metal disc with
a “3 “etched into it.
“Looks like I'm in luck. I'm fighting in the third match,” Jermaine said, raising the glass ball so everyone could
see the number.
After all, competing earlier in the round could give scontestants a crucial edge. Today's event was a 32-to -8
showdown. The first round determined the top 16, and the second round narrowed it down to the top eight. In
other words, they needed to win two rounds to get noticed.
If their match were scheduled in the early round, they would have a long recovery break before their next fight.
Conversely, if their initial gstarted late, they might not get any rest before jumping straight into the second
match.
Their physical condition often determined the outcfor martial artists at the slevel. A well-rested
contestant generally had a better chance of winning against a tired opponent. Thus, the draw’s order and results
could significantly impact the match results.
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“Next.” Oron’s voice rang out, signaling the continuation of the drawing after Jermaine finished his turn.
“I'l go.”
At that moment, George stomped forward and aggressively shoved a martial artist away as he reached into the
black box.
The martial artist who had been shoved frowned and looked up at George's burly bear-like frame. Despite the
intimidation, he suppressed his anger.
Although a martial artist’s strength couldn’t be judged by their size, George's imposing presence was
undeniable.
After rummaging inside the box for a few seconds, George pulled out a glass ball. But before anyone could see
the number inside, he crushed it with his powerful grip.
The ball shattered with a sharp crack, and fragments scattered across the floor.
He looked at the fragments in his hand and burst into laughter. His eyes glinted with malice as he turned to
Jermaine.
He said sinisterly, “Jermaine, huh? Unlucky bastard, you'll have one hell of a day. Look at this.” He showed him
the metal disc, which displayed “30.”
Jermaine’s number was 3, and George's was 30. According to the pairing rules, they were set to face off in the
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third match.
“Hmph! We'll see who's the unlucky one,” Jermaine replied coldly. “I've killed countless brutes like you. All brawn
and no brains. You're nothing but a walking pile of trash.”
Being tall and bulky had proven useless against his blade. No matter how big or strong, it made no difference.
Those brutes, who sacrificed speed and agility for sheer power, were no threat to him.
“A walking pile of trash?” Instead of getting angry, George laughed heartily, though his eyes were filled with
deadly intent. “We'll see if you're still laughing after | turn you into a meat pie.”
“Stop yapping! Let's settle this in the battle ring.” Jermaine scoffed and walked away from the ring.
George grinned sinisterly, like a predator sizing up its prey.
“Next,” Oron said.
As long as no rules were broken and no trouble was caused, he didn’t care if someone used a few harsh words,
shouted insults, or spat at each other.
Soon, one contestant after another stepped up to draw their numbers. Smade a show of it, while others
kept their draws discreet.
A few proudly flaunted their numbers, while others hid them. They were wary of giving away any tactical
advantages. After all, knowing an opponent's details in advance could provide a strategic advantage or be used
against them.
Smart contestants kept their numbers hidden after the draw. Only those confident in their skills and untroubled
by any tricks would reveal them.
For example, Glenn and Fenley, who ranked among the top on the Heavenly Immortals list, were almost certain
to reach the top eight as long as they didn’t face each other too early.
Dustin drew the number “8”, and he would fight in the eighth match. It was in the middle of the lineup-neither
advantageous nor disadvantageous- but he wasn’t concerned about that.
According to the pairing rules, his opponent would be number 25. If his memory served him right, that was Bill.
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Dustin's gaze drifted toward Bill, who was casually toying with a glass ball. The ball had a metal disc in the
center with the number “25” engraved on it.
“Interesting.” Dustin smirked. Despite having fought many battles, he had never faced a vampire before.
He figured that Bill, with his aristocratic lineage, was likely to be formidable. It would be an excellent chance to
test his skills against a vampire elite and understand their abilities. This way, he would be prepared for future
encounters with powerful vampires.
“Hmm?” Bill seemed to sense something. He looked up and locked eyes with Dustin.
“Kid, don’t tellyou're my opponent?” His eyes narrowed as he sized up Dustin from a distance.
He sneered and added, “Letjust say you're as good as dead. And don’t think I'll make it easy for you. | plan
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to enjoy every moment of your suffering.”
“Idiot,” Dustin responded coolly before heading back to his seat. He hated dealing with people who ran their
mouths before the fight started.
Those who couldn't gauge their opponents’ strength and only knew how to talk trash were a da dozen. It
was a miracle that this kind of mindless chatterbox still survived.
“Kid, you better watch out!” Dustin's dismissive attitude had Bill gritting his teeth in fury.
After getting thrashed by Fenley the night before and then blasted by Oron’s Stormcraft earlier, Bill was seething
with rage. His frustration had reached a boiling point.
He was determined to vent all his anger on Dustin. Plus, he wanted every martial artist from Dragonmarsh to
witness the true power of the vampires.
“The draw is over. Contestants, please return to your seat.” Once everyone had finished drawing their numbers,
Oron spoke again.
He continued, “Now, I'll explain the rules. This tournament is for martial arts sparring and skill exchange. Combat
is ruthless. Once you enter the battle ring, your fate is at the mercy of destiny.
“There are no restrictions in today’s matches. Anyone who concedes or falls off the ring will lose.
“I would like to advise everyone that although winning and losing matter, your life is even more precious. If you
find yourself overmatched, conceding might be the wisest choice.
“Without further ado, let's start the first match. Contestant number one and contestant number 32, please step
up to the ring.”
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The spectators erupted into thunderous applause as soon as Oron finished speaking.
Under the spotlight of a thousand eager eyes, contestant number one rose from his seat and walked to the battle
ring. He was a monk clad in gray robes.
The towering figure, who had a muscular build, was in his 30s. He gripped an iron staff, and his smooth, bald
head gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight.
The spectators quickly recognized him. “I can’t believe the first contestant is Venerable Truce from Aureate
Monastery. This is going to be a great match.”
Contestant number one was a revered monk from Aureate Monastery called Truce Heart. He was known by the
moniker “Venerable Banisher”.
Despite his young age, his cultivation was beyond measure, especially his Ironfist Technique, which he had
mastered to perfection.
He was said to be impervious to blades, bullets, fire, and water. Any attack launched against him barely left a
mark.
But Truce wasn’t just renowned for his incredible defense. His Banisher Technique was equally deadly, and he
had defeated countless experts with it. With his prowess, it was no exaggeration to say he could challenge
opponents far beyond his level.
“I wonder who will be his opponent.”
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Amid the curious gazes of the spectators, contestant number 32 slowly walked up to the battle ring.
The man had a Strequan face, wore a clerical robe, and a cross hung on his chest. His expression was kind, and
he had a gentle smile. He was Jeremiah Price, also known as “The Dust of Angel
“Hey! A kind-looking priest?”
“No way! A Strequan priest competing in the battle ring?”
“Hmph! This priest is clearly in cahoots with that stinking bat. He may look harmless, but he’s hiding sinister
intentions. Don’t let his appearance fool you.”
“Whether human or not, he doesn’t stand a chance against Venerable Truce’s Banisher staff. One strike, and he'll
becashes.”
“Let’s just say this priest is unlucky to face off against Venerable Truce. If he doesn’t concede, he’s likely to be
beaten to a pulp.”
“A foreigner who dares to challenge us in Dragonmarsh deserves whatever comes his way.”
When Jeremiah entered the ring, the spectators immediately started whispering and pointing. Their murmurs
rippled through the crowd.
Many spectators had a strong sense of local pride, especially in a major event. They were united in their support
for Truce.
At the Dragonmarsh-hosted event, they were determined not to let outsiders steal the spotlight. Otherwise, it
would be nothing short of a disgrace in their eyes.
“I don’t wish to harm anyone, so why not surrender?” Truce eyed the slender Jeremiah and shook his head in
disappointment.
He was representing the Aureate Monastery to make a nfor himself. His sights were set on the top talents
from the major guilds.
As for the unfamiliar priest before him, Truce had neither seen nor heard of him before. Winning against him
wouldn't hold much significance. He figured Jeremiah was just here to experience the excitement and learn
something new.
“Sir, you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. How can you predict the outcbefore the match begins?”
Jeremiah said with a smile. His calm words masked a shrewd, strategic mind.
“I'm only saying this for your own good. Once we start, | won't hold back, “Truce said calmly.
“Please, showwhat you've got. | chere to witness the prowess of Dragonmarsh martial artists. | hope
you won't disappoint me,” Jeremiah said flatly.
“Fine. Since you insist, don’t blme for what happens next.” Truce’s eyes turned icy as he raised his staff.
“The contestants are ready. Let the match begin!” Oron declared before floating down from the battle ring.
“After you,” Truce said, adopting his stance.
“Go ahead.” Jeremiah smiled faintly and didn’t make the first move.
The two locked eyes, and the tension between them thickened.
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“Venerable Truce! Don’t hold back, just start the fight!”
“Anyone who dares to stir trouble in Dragonmarsh deserves a lesson they won't forget!”
The spectators started to cheer. Sof them couldn’t wait to see Jeremiah get beaten.
“Watch out! I'm going to attack!”
Truce let out a low shout.
With a sudden burst of speed, he leaped forward like a tiger, crossing twenty yards instantly to reach Jeremiah.
Then, he thrust his staff at Jeremiah’s chest and abdomen.
Though the strike appeared ordinary, it was packed with powerful, grandmaster -level internal energy, enough to
shatter mountains and split rocks.
However, Jeremiah didn’t dodge. Instead, he calmly raised his hand and effortlessly caught the staff. The staff's
internal energy instantly dissipated, as if it was swallowed by an unseen force.
“Hmm?” Truce frowned in surprise. Although he hadn't used all his strength, his strike was still beyond what any
ordinary martial artist could withstand.
The strangest part was how his internal energy seemed to vanish into thin air upon contact with Jeremiah, like a
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Without tto ponder, Truce quickly withdrew his staff, spun around, and swung it aggressively toward
Jeremiah’s waist. This strike was brimming with internal energy and powerful enough to sweep through an army.
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While facing Truce’s powerful strike, Jeremiah remained calm. He didn’t even flinch and raised his arm to block
the blow.
The shadowsteel staff crashed down with a resounding impact on his arm. Instead of the expected scene of
broken bones and a flying body, the staff only made his sleeve flutter. He didn’t suffer any injuries.
Jeremiah stood still with a smile on his face.
“Huh?” Truce’s eyes widened in shock. If the earlier thrust had been just a test, this sweeping blow was delivered
with full force.
He would have understood if Jeremiah had used grandmaster-level internal energy. But Truce didn’t feel any
energy fluctuation from him. In other words, Jeremiah had relied purely on his physical strength to withstand the
blow.
Could this seemingly frail priest be a grandmaster of body refinement? If so, a tough battle lay ahead. After all,
Truce was also a grandmaster of body refinement.
“I didn’t expect that skinny priest to catch Venerable Truce’s staff barehanded. He's got sskill.”
“But what's the point of having great defense? He's just a punching bag. Besides, when it comes to raw physical
strength, how can any foreigner. compare to Venerable Truce, who has that legendary Adamantine Body Art?”
“Exactly. Venerable Truce was just warming up. If he went all out, he could kill that foreigner in no time.”
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The brief clash on the battle ring sparked a flurry of discussions among the spectators. They knew Truce’s
strength well. After all, he had a profound cultivation and immense physical power.
Jeremiah'’s ability to withstand two hits unscathed proved his formidable skill. Still, it wasn’t enough to change
the inevitable outcome.
“Your strength is decent, but you're nowhere near enough to defeat me,” Jeremiah said with a smile.
He continued, “I'll give you three minutes to showwhat you've got. Use all your skills if you've got any
because you won't get another chance once the tis up.”
His calm tone was laced with arrogant disdain, as if victory was already in his grasp.
“Hmph! | don’t need three minutes to beat you. Thirty seconds will suffice!”
Truce scoffed, his expression turning serious.
He knew Jeremiah was no pushover. To defeat him, Truce would need to bring his A-game.
“Today, you'll witness the Banisher Technique of Aureate Monastery!” he declared and leaped into the air. With
both hands gripping his staff, he aimed a heavy blow at Jeremiah’s head.
Rumbling sounds echoed as the shadowsteel staff flared with a blinding golden light and unleashed a surge of
terrifying power.
Jeremiah raised an eyebrow and instinctively sidestepped to avoid the crushing blow.
The shadowsteel staff, surrounded by a golden light, struck the floor with immense force. It carved a deep
groove into the battle ring’s surface.
The battle ring, with a diameter of about 330 feet, was made entirely of black gold stone, which was comparable
to steel in hardness. Hence, its ability to carve out such a deep groove with a single swing highlighted its
immense power.
If that strike had landed on someone, it would have instantly turned them into a bloody mess.
The staff missed its target, but Truce wasted no time. He swung the staff horizontally and aimed straight for
Jeremiah’s legs. The golden light enhanced his strike, making it lightning-fast and devastating.
Jeremiah quickly leaped into the air and drifted backward to evade the blow.
“Just what | was waiting for!” Truce’s eyes narrowed with cold resolve as he channeled all his internal energy into
the staff. The golden light flared up and transformed into a golden dragon that lunged toward Jeremiah in the air.
This was the Drakon Banisher, one of the ultimate moves of the Banisher Technique. It was a fearsome,
unstoppable attack that drove demons and gods alike to retreat. Plus, Truce’s power was magnified many times
from its previous forms.
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At that critical moment, Jeremiah was trapped in midair after the previous assaults. He couldn't dodge and could
only brace himself for the oncoming blow. The transformed shadowsteel staff crashed into Jeremiah with an
earth-shattering impact.
He crashed into the ring with such force that it created a human-shaped crater in the black-gold stone. Dust and
debris exploded around him, and the air crackled with energy.
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“Take that, you foreign scum! Let's see if you can survive this!”
The spectators went wild upon seeing that.
Truce’s ultimate strike was so devastating that even a tank would have been reduced to scrap in an instant.
Everyone expected Jeremiah to be flattened into a puddle of flesh.
When everyone thought the match was over, a sudden clattering of falling stones caught their attention.
Then, Jeremiah walked out from the cloud of dust. He looked unscathed except for a bit of dust on his clerical
robe.
“This is my favorite outfit, and you've ruined it. How are you going to compensate me?” He glanced down at his
slightly torn robe. His smile faded into a grim glare. He was furious, and the consequences would be severe.
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When Jeremiah looked at Truce, he burst into laughter. His eyes burned with a fierce, primal hunger, like a
predator spotting the perfect prey.
He didn’t say anything. With a powerful kick, he transformed into a blur and charged toward Truce with a
frightening speed.
“Bold fool! You're sealing your own doom!” When Truce saw Jeremiah’s unyielding defiance, he roared and threw
a powerful punch.
With his Celestial Aegis armor protecting him, Truce’s defense was impenetrable. His speed and strength were
also enhanced.
This punch might have looked ordinary, but it packed a punch many times stronger than his previous Banisher
Technique.
While charging forward with blinding speed, Jeremiah couldn't evade and crashed straight into Truce’s fist. At the
stime, his razor-sharp claws slashed across Truce’s chest.
With a thunderous explosion and the resounding clash of metal, Jeremiah was sent flying seven or eight yards by
the devastating Zenith Punch. His chest caved in, and his scales shattered, leaving him looking badly battered.
In contrast, Truce was also knocked back a few steps. The golden light on his body flickered briefly but quickly
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returned to normal.
“Great hit!”
The spectators erupted in excitement as they watched Jeremiah get blasted away. Applause and cheers filled the
venue.
The Celestial Aegis truly lived up to its nas the invincible armor. Even though Jeremiah could cut through
shadowsteel with his claws, his strikes had no effect on the golden armor.
Additionally, Truce’s single punch delivered a crushing blow.
“Beast! You'd better stop being stubborn, or | won't hold back anymore!” Truce warned again.
After the recent clash, any smart fighter would have realized the vast difference between them.
Suddenly, Jeremiah gave a low, sinister laugh as he stood up. His previously caved-in chest began to heal at a
visible rate, and within moments, his wounds had fully healed.
“Huh?” Truce frowned with concern.
Jeremiah had formidable defenses, and his recovery ability was downright terrifying.
“Interesting... This is getting more exciting.” Jeremiah smiled. His expression grew increasingly deranged, and
his eyes blazed with an intense, feverish fire.
He continued, “You've gotfired up now. | can barely hold myself back. Con, my prey, lettear you
apart.”
Then, he spread his arms wide. With his exposed deadly claws, he charged at Truce with a near-manic fervor. At
that moment, Jeremiah resembled a ravenous beast on the hunt, a stark contrast to his earlier composed
demeanor.
“Stubborn fool!” Truce snorted.
He turned into a blazing streak of golden light and barreled straight into Jeremiah. If words didn’t work, Truce
would use his fists to prove his point.
A thunderous boom erupted as two figures collided, one in black and one in gold. Instantly, they were locked in a
fierce hand-to-hand battle. Fists and kicks flew with relentless fury as each fighter refused to give an inch.
The clangs of their combat grew louder and more frequent, like a series of firecrackers going off. Energy waves
surged outward as they crashed over one another in a continuous, undulating tide.
On the battle ring, their movements were so swift that each attack seemed to create multiple afterimages.
Spectators below struggled to keep up with the action.
They could only catch fleeting glimpses of the black and gold figures as they intertwined and clashed. It was
impossible to tell who was gaining the upper hand.
“Whoa, that speed is insane! My eyes can barely keep up!”
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“Damn! | didn’t expect that priest to hold up so well. Even with Venerable Truce’s relentless attacks, he’s still
going strong.”
“Even though we can’t see their moves, the Celestial Aegis makes Venerable Truce nearly invincible. The only
thing left to determine is how long it will take for him to win.”
“Exactly! Even if that priest is tough, he has to have his limit. With Venerable Truce’s strength and abilities,
victory is inevitable.”
As the two flickering figures in the battle ring moved with dazzling speed, the spectators erupted into a
cacophony of voices. Swere filled with doubt and concern, but the majority trusted Truce.
In their eyes, the Celestial Aegis was an impenetrable shield that only an ultimate grandmaster could breach.
Hence, they couldnt imagine Truce losing.
Another explosive crash echoed through the battle ring.
Truce, covered in golden light, punched Jeremiah, and the impact sent him reeling back several yards. The sheer
force of the blow dislocated Jeremiah’s shoulder.
The next second, Jeremiah gave his shoulder a quick shake, and it miraculously slotted back in place. As if
nothing had happened, he grinned maniacally and charged back in. He fought with an all-or-nothing approach.
“How the hell is this guy still standing? “Truce scowled.
He had inflicted over 100 brutal blows on Jeremiah. But no matter how severe the injuries, Jeremiah recovered
quickly. His vitality was alarmingly indomitable.
Up to this point, Truce hadn’t gained the upper hand. Even though the Celestial Aegis shielded him from harm,
things were bound to get worse if this continued. His stamina and internal energy were starting to deplete.
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When Jeremiahi charged at him again, Truce didn’t have a moment to think and instinctively raised his fist to
strike. Soon, a fierce fight broke out between the two sides again.
Both were experts in close combat, and their fight was a relentless clash of raw power. There was no dodging or
blocking, just pure, unfiltered brutality.
Each punch and kick landed with a resounding crack. It was a relentless contest of power where neither expert
would give an inch.
Truce, protected by the Celestial Aegis, had a clear advantage in strength and defense. Each of his powerful
strikes forced Jeremiah to retreat.
In contrast, Jeremiah’s attacks were ineffective against the Celestial Aegis.
Truce couldn't seal the win despite his apparent advantage because of Jeremiah’s strong defense. Plus, his
recovery rate was shockingly fast.
No matter how severe his injuries- whether his chest caved in or his face was battered beyond recognition
Jeremiah could recover almost instantly.
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As a result, the two fighters were locked in a stalemate.
“The priest turned out to be tough as nails. Despite taking multiple heavy hits, he still looked fine. If they keep
going, how long will this fight drag on? “Aurora narrowed his eyes and watched them intently.
Last night, she didn’t think Jeremiah was a threat, but today, she saw how tenacious he was. With Truce’s skills,
he should have been a strong contender for the top eight. Yet, after fighting for so long, he couldn't overcome
Jeremiah.
“Looking at their condition, it's hard to say who would win unless one runs out of energy.” Alicia shook her head.
Though Truce seemed to dominate the fight, Jeremiah’s recovery rate was shockingly fast. Unless it was a one-hit
knockout, any attack on Jeremiah was a waste of effort.
Unfortunately, Truce couldn't end the fight in one move, so if it dragged on, the outcwas anyone’s guess.
“While the Celestial Aegis is unmatched in defense, it comes with a significant drawback,” Grace commented.
She continued, “It consumes an immense amount of energy, so it is unsustainable for prolonged fights. If
Venerable Truce can’t find a way to break through, the situation will look pretty bleak.”
Truce’s iron-fisted strikes would have instantly defeated an ordinary martial artist. But Jeremiah’s physique was
far beyond that of an average human. He was more like a genetically enhanced monster, so ordinary tactics
couldn't take him down.
“If Venerable Truce can’t win within the next half-hour, it’s gover,” Fenley said regretfully. He was rooting for
Truce to bring glory to Dragonmarsh and defeat Jeremiah.
As the fight dragged on, Truce exhausted every trick in his arsenal and still couldn't secure a victory. With his
energy waning, it was only a matter of tbefore his Celestial Aegis broke down.
In contrast, Jeremiah seemed to be growing stronger with every exchange and showed no signs of fatigue. The
shift in momentum was worrying, and Truce’s situation looked increasingly grim.
The battle ring erupted with another thunderous crash.
Truce delivered a powerful punch and sent Jeremiah flying back three yards. But as he regained his stance, Truce
began to breathe heavily. The Celestial Aegis on his body flickered as if struggling to keep up with the energy
drain.
“Hehe... Bring it on!” Jeremiah glanced at his rapidly healing wound and sneered. Without hesitation, he raised
his claws and lunged forward again.
His persistence had driven Truce to the boiling point of anger. “Beast! Do you really think | can’t do anything to
you?
Today, | will let you see what suprdivine power is!”
Seeing his strength waning and realizing the gravity of the situation, Truce knew it was tto unleash his full
power. Then, he brought his hands together, and a radiant golden light erupted from his body. The immense
force sent Jeremiah hurtling backward.
Simultaneously, a ten-foot-tall Golden Sentinel appeared out of thin air behind Truce. This towering figure exuded
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a commanding presence and majesty without showing anger. It loomed like a golden mountain and sent shivers
down the spine of anyone who beheld it.
“Vengeful Gaze!” Truce’s eyes snapped open. With fierce determination, he raised his hand and brought it down
tremendously toward Jeremiah.
The Golden Sentinel behind him mirrored the action. It lifted its colossal hand and crashed down with equal
power. Though the move seemed slow, its speed was astonishing.
Before Jeremiah could react, the colossal golden hand had already slammed into him.
A loud crash echoed through the venue.
Blinding golden light exploded outward, and a thick cloud of dust billowed up. Waves of ferocious wind surged
from the point where the golden palm struck, sweeping across the ring with a terrifying force.
After the earth-shaking strike, the solid battle ring was cratered, and a bottomless pit was left where the blow
landed.
Truce was drenched in sweat and panting heavily. His Celestial Aegis disappeared, leaving him on the brink of
collapse, and he could barely stay on his feet.
He had been reluctant to use this ultimate move because he knew the toll it would take on him. The move
drained so much energy. It would heavily impact his performance in the following matches, even if he won.
But for now, Truce couldn't afford to worry about the future. His goal was to win this match.
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