Chapter 128: .The Battle of Champions (Part 1)

The contest in the finals is always exciting.
Aimon met an old acquaintance in the second round of the semi-finals battle, and also an A-level mercenary "Earth Walker" Anda.
This fanatic who has spent his entire life with stones has almost condensed his entire body into a black stone that is undercurrent of magma, and the technique of flashing stone escape with one hand is so superb that it is impossible to guard against. It's a pity that in the face of Aamon's overwhelming destructive power, no matter how hard a rock is, it won't help...
The two have played against each other in the arena, and they know each other well. After testing each other a few times back and forth, Anda felt that there was no chance of winning, and simply used the newly trained trick, wanting the last fight. He folded his hands in front of his chest, murmured in prayer to condense all the divine power, and Eamon also paused the offensive, just waiting for the final blow.
A large piece of black-gray volcanic rock soon swelled up on the ring, which wrapped the giant stone layer by layer and piled it into a cone-shaped crater. With a landslide-like boom, a crack suddenly exploded in the front of the rock formation. The golden-red magma with hot bubbles was squeezed out of the crack by the internal high pressure, and then it encountered condensation in the air, like a large uneven fire projectile. To the opponent.
The magma fire bombs poured down everywhere, seemingly endless. At first, Eamon was able to shuttle and dodge freely, but as the fluid magma on the ring became more and more accumulated, there was not much room left for him to stay.
Seeing that the entire arena is gradually being submerged by magma, the fast-moving player Jesse has screamed hoarsely: "Anda's trick has forced God J to keep retreating. Now the situation of God J is very unfavorable. Is Anda about to defeat God J? This is it. The moment of subverting history... God J still has not attacked... there is almost no place to stop... Oh no... God J!"
Jesse's hurried call made the hearts of the audience involuntarily follow the neck. The huge heat emitted by the lava flow stirred the air in the field. Under this tense atmosphere, people couldn't help sweating, but Eamon on the field was not affected at all. He glanced at the small volcano that was still slowly climbing, then swept across Leah’s newly made thick-soled leather boots, and finally put away his intention to continue watching the other party’s routine, leaped high and swung his sword straight. Break the surface of the rock layer.
This long-awaited response immediately brought the atmosphere of the audience to its peak. The audience couldn't help shouting and cheering, and Jesse screamed to the point of breaking the sound. The horse-cutting sword with a red light swept back and forth in the air, making a few radish-like noises, and then cutting open the seemingly indestructible crater, revealing the figure of the fanatic being burned into a red crystal. The situation was clear at a glance, and Adachi knew he was invincible, so he could only disperse the summoned volcano and shook his head to admit defeat.
"God J is still undefeated, God J has entered the semi-finals! Worthy of being our king's mercenary! At this moment, may the of competition Chivalle be with you! No, no! You are my god! You are me The of athletics!" Jesse was so excited that she was incoherent, and the shouts of the audience were louder than ever, almost drowning out the announcement.
Amidst the cheers from this side, the fanatic creaked and walked down the ring on the black gravel, standing tall and majestic, completely unsuccessful. However, the victor, the Great Swordsman, failed to collect his weapon abnormally, and his great sword was pointed diagonally at the ground, as if still in the final wave of victory, even his brows that could not be blown slightly bend.
Just now when he swung his sword with all his strength, he suddenly noticed that there was a strange wave in the circulation of divine power in his body that came from nowhere. The fluctuation was so weak that it was almost indistinguishable, but under his keen detection, it was still as obvious as the black sesame seeds sprinkled on the pancake.
Since the battle with Melunie, he has felt something strange in his body, and this strange fluctuation that cannot be ignored now proves that his instincts have never been wrong. As for how it came from... I'm afraid it has to be attributed to the "puppets" in black clothes and masks.
Eamon remembered the previous effortless battle, and smelled a deliberate conspiracy. He slowly mobilized his divine power, trying to distinguish the attributes of the weird fluctuations, but he could only faintly feel the violent impulse contained in it.
Excitement potion? Manic condensation? Lion heart water? Several drug names flashed in his mind, but they all rejected them. He has tasted these common divine power enhancers with obvious side effects one by one. The effect is better than nothing. This impulse that almost melts into the body's circulation now, which seems to originate from the internal organs, is absolutely incomparable.
It's kind of interesting... His heart moved slightly to stop the transfer of divine power, and the looming violent aura gradually declined, and finally disappeared without a trace.
I should take a moment to take a look... he thought of the neurotic woman who was talking to herself, and felt that she had done so for granted. He silently retracted the knife and faced Glo, who had been waiting impatiently, trotting from the entrance of the lounge. Leah.
The battle for the Final Four soon came to an end. In addition to Eamon, the other three who advanced include the local warrior "Black Iron Bull" Maitel, an alchemist Padulin who hid his body in a weird mechanical armor, and another who did not even report his name. A foreigner who only uses "Baiyun" as the code name.
In the semifinals, Eamon's opponent was the strange-looking mechanical alchemist-Professor Padulin. This lunatic who almost transformed himself into a steel monster looks like an armored roulette with a doll embedded in the center. When attacking, hundreds of small energy cannons will be extended around the roulette at the same time, and the dense energy rays are enough to cover the entire ring. If it is in danger, the specially designed roulette can be curled into a metal ball to protect the owner from escaping quickly, which can be described as both offensive and defensive.
However, to Eamon, the seemingly terrifying steel machinery, the real deterrent power is even not as good as the stone giant Anda in the previous game. After all, as long as the power of the reacher's rank is cultivated, the pure energy rays of the finger thickness can no longer easily penetrate the skin protected by the divine power.
Such an opponent can make it to the semi-finals, I am afraid it can only be said to be lucky, or... The Great Swordsman turned his head slightly and glanced at the puppet army still occupying the arena gate, and he had some guesses in his heart.
Although he has an inexplicable natural liking for alchemists, there is absolutely no possibility of keeping his hands on the ring. As soon as the trumpet sounded, he cut into the opponent's side with lightning speed, transported the red destructive power, and relentlessly swung his sword to cut off the small metal disc behind the mechanic.
Padulin had just entered the fighting state, and he couldn't react for a while. He could only curl up into a ball to accelerate and roll around the ring for half a circle. After re-stretching, he immediately aimed all the remaining artillery at Eamon. The energy rays poured out without reservation, but only occasionally burned a few small holes in the opponent's black leather suit, almost unable to damage the skin protected by the divine red light.
Seeing that the giant sword smashed again with the force of wind and thunder, Padulin subconsciously curled up into a round ball and rolled half a circle. After Jesse and the audience booed very wisely, he surrendered in time, finally making this expensive odd-shaped armor. Most of it was preserved.
The competition only lasted a few minutes before it was over. For Eamon, it was not even a battle, at best it was a tedious warm-up. However, although he successfully qualified for the championship, he didn't have much joy, only thick doubts turned over and over in his heart.
In fact, when he wielded that sword when the battle started, he didn't intend to directly destroy the armor that the opponent had worked hard to build. However, after the sword was swung, with the acceleration of the divine power in the body, the violent aura unknowingly increased by more than ten times, circling and reverberating around the chest, and there was a feeling of fighting against the divine power flow. He was a little surprised, and he unconsciously deflected a few inches, so that he cut off half of the opponent's armor...
A burst of disappointed clutter from the audience stage awakened Eamon from his headless thoughts. He still couldn't think of how to calm the abnormalities in his body, so he could only silently retract the big sword, repress the violent impulse, and walked to the lounge calmly, waiting for the arrival of the last opponent.
With the scorching sun swaying, the much-anticipated individual finals finally ushered in the final battle, which also means that this world-renowned event has finally come to the finale before the end.
Standing across from the ring was the seemingly unremarkable heavy armored warrior Maitel, which surprised Eamon a little bit.
He didn't know another cultivator with the pseudonym "Baiyun", but from the short contact before, he clearly felt the master-level power of the opponent, and he did not expect that he would be defeated by the gun warrior. He just meditated and tried to get rid of the abnormal fluctuations in his body, so he didn't watch the game and couldn't get the details, but he wanted to come to the "black iron bull" that caused Leah's discomfort over and over again. …
After all the players left, the whole lounge was already empty. He was still leaning against the wall at the entrance, chewing Leah's special nutritious bento, and the girl's confident nagging sounded in his ear.
"Let me tell you, his armor is mostly made by someone in the country! I just read it carefully. Although there is no workshop mark, the materials and workmanship are the same. Don't try to hide it from me! If I ask this young lady to find out who did it...huh!" The girl was talking about her excitement, and she waved the red cloak she had made, and suddenly saw Eamon biting the rice ball but not chewing it. Lost, could not help but wonder: "What's the matter?"
The Great Swordsman didn't say a word, and the horn to remind the players to get ready to play had already sounded. Leah hurried over and buckled his cloak again on tiptoes. He finished his last bite of the rice ball silently, lifted the sword and leaped into the ring.
The spear warrior Melt is still walking slowly, and the stands are cheering like thunder. "J God" came to the end without surprise, as everyone hoped. Although his opponent was unknown, he was also quite resilient in the competition, especially the unexplained but omnipotent golden supernatural power, which would always surprise the spectators inadvertently. The two sides in the decisive battle can be called the sharpest sword and the strongest shield among the more than 100 finalists in the two games. How can such a fateful sense of rivalry not attract everyone's passion?
Compared with the enthusiastic audience, the radio tower, which stands at the front end, showed a different kind of silence. The broadcaster Jesse just hurriedly reported a few words, after introducing the background of the two contestants, he closed the line hastily, as if he was afraid that his amplified voice would interfere with the glory of the idol’s "war of kings".
Aimon stood on the center line with a large sword in one hand, waiting for his opponent to take the stage. He stared at the iron-gray heavy armor a little bit closer, listening to the heavy and awkward footsteps of the opponent, barely controlling him with the slightest amount of force, and he was not like a warrior who tempered his body all the time...Could this be a warrior in heavy armor? The repairer who specializes in spells chooses heavy armor only because of weak defense?
Impossible, at this moment, there is no obvious divine power flow aura from him...Or maybe, the other party is too deeply hidden? Emmon turned a few thoughts quickly, but he didn't make any conclusions. After the gun warrior stood still, he didn't say any nonsense. He decided to test a few times before talking, and leaped away with his big sword.
Maitel also seemed to be prepared, bend his body slightly to lower his center of gravity, lunge back and forth, the magical golden light on the tip of the gun is condensed into a ball, and it is pointed diagonally at the imposing opponent, obviously in a defensive posture. Blinking from behind him flew out two magic flying discs with buzzing humming, and a layer of dazzling golden light floated on the discs, flying around him like butterflies.
Eamon turned a blind eye to his momentary posture change, and the big sword haunted by the red light slashed in the air, hitting a golden plate that was rapidly turning to usher. The red light and the golden light were glued for a moment, then each took a step back in the opposite direction, seemingly evenly matched.
A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Great Swordsman, and he slashed several swords at random. Jinpan can always block his offensive, even if he is swayed by recoil and loses his balance, it seems that he is not damaged at all. His attack could not move forward, but the gun warrior was not disturbed at all. He waved his long-spear stabs like a rain of stars, and the golden marks almost drew a flashing spiral.
However, this little effort in his hands was really flawed in Eamon's eyes. After a few attempts, he turned back with resistance and retreated from the close range. The spear warrior didn't chase, and re-positioned the defensive posture, as if to respond unchanged.
Seeing that even the absolute power of "J God" to "open the giant rock gate" could not break through the gun warrior's line of defense, the audience in the stands couldn't help but sigh. Even if most people had expected God J to win, they didn't dare to make a rash assertion about the outcome of this decisive battle.
Rhea has played against Eamon, although it was only a rather convergent discussion, but he was also impressed by his hidden power and unstoppable destructive power. At this moment, as a bystander, she was really surprised to see that the armored warrior was able to block the mighty power of the giant sword with only a small golden disc.
"That Maitel, what's the background?" She frowned, turned sideways and whispered to the most informed Analei.
The short and fat young man couldn't answer even after hearing it. He grabbed his hair a little anxiously, thinking about it again and again, and then replied: "This is really no one knows... Don't look at him with such a big iron skin, but every time he comes out. The arena disappeared just like the wind, and no one can find where he went. But I heard...someone saw him in the mountains outside the western suburbs the other day, and I don’t know if it is true or not."
There was no useful answer in his words, but Rhea felt something abnormal from it, and was about to think about it. There was a new change in the ring, which instantly attracted all her attention.
Although Aimon was a little surprised at Jin Guang's extraordinary defensive ability, he didn't care too much. Since the divine power can't break through, then first abandon the divine power, and then try what other means.
He swung his big sword and attacked again. After putting away the red power, the blade of the sword hit the flying golden disc, and the feeling of glue sticking was gone. The unknown divine power of the gun warrior seemed to be completely unable to resist in the face of pure physical power. Eamon swung his sword twice in a row, and the golden line of defense collapsed, and the disc flew as soon as he touched it, allowing him to easily advance in front of his opponent.
The sharp long-gun stabbed head-on without hesitation, with a brilliant golden glow that couldn't perceive the intensity. Eamon still didn't exert his supernatural power, his wrist shook slightly, and the broad-backed sword opened the head of the gun from the side very easily, and then a little toe, straight down along the barrel of the gun.
The speed of his sword swing was almost lightning fast, but the reaction of the gun warrior's golden disc back to defense was not bad. The two golden lights instantly blocked the blade of the giant sword, and the horns on the iron helmet of Maitel bent over and lowered his head on the center of the plate, which could stop this powerful assault.
If only brute force is used, Aamon doesn't seem to have much advantage against this sturdy power armor. He caught a glimpse of the long-gun on his side and flicked forward again, turning the golden circular saw towards his shoulder, and immediately withdrew the knife and turned back. The fluttering red cloak will wipe from the golden arc with hidden murderous intent. After that, he stood on the center line of the ring again.
The two tentatively tied again this round, and there was no sound in the stands, holding their breath and waiting for the real offensive after the warm-up of the two sides.
Emmon stood still on the spot, staring at the golden light of the opponent's gun head, lost in thought. He finally got a deep understanding of the greatest reliance on which the gun warrior Maitel entered the finals. It seems to be a kind of elastic divine power that is strong when it comes into contact with other divine powers. The illusion of fighting with yourself-because no matter how much power you exert, you will never be able to defeat yourself who used the same trick.
Of course it was just an illusion...Although Eamon was extremely sure of this, there was no doubt about the special toughness of that golden light. In the next battle, any attack with destructive power seems to be of no avail, and only relying on power to slash, I am afraid it is difficult to break through the opponent's defense in a short time, which is a bit tricky...
"Big man, come on! Come on!" Leah shouted nervously from the audience. The girl standing in the lounge for an appearance war secretly anxious after seeing him for a long time, and ran up a few steps, screaming and cheering for him.
But this voice reached the ears of the Great Swordsman, but it made him irritated for no reason. The violent fluctuations hidden in the body took advantage of the situation to toss up and down a few times. He could no longer bear the impulse, his eyes flashed with red light, holding the big sword in both hands, he rushed towards the opponent who always maintained a defensive posture.
The spear warrior saw the red sword attacking again, did not dare to release the protective disc too far, and only waited for him to get close to the front and back before exploding a cloud of golden glow from the spear tip circular saw. The disk that flew to meet, almost joined together into an invisible light shield.
Eamon had long known that he would not be able to break through this golden light, and how he would go head-to-head, and he stopped abruptly before rushing into the range of the long-gun. He turned his heels and twisted his waist, easily relieved of the momentum, the great sword turned lightly in the air, and his power suddenly changed from a killing hurricane to a gentle drizzle. Between the electric light and flint, the blade's edge was lightly touched to the center of a gold plate, and the red light was several times thicker under his full power in an instant, intertwined with the gold, as if by nature it was inseparable.
He didn’t use much force, leaving only that little inertia, leading the golden disk on the blade to softly hit the light on the tip of the gun, followed by the remaining disk, and moved the two weapons. They are all bound together by the adhesive-like red and yellow light group. He secretly pulled the strange metal attached to the big sword with his left hand, and turned around to avoid the spear head, his right hand shone with red light, clenched into a fist, and went straight to the energy core on the opponent's chest. .
The gun warrior obviously did not expect such a loophole in his seemingly insurmountable defensive front, and he stayed in place without responding.
With a rushing fist with a howling sound, he saw that he was about to fall, but Eamon suddenly felt a throbbing from the bottom of his heart, and his pupils were subconsciously shrinking, and he saw that the circular energy core in the center of the armor burst out as if the sun was concentrated. Eye-catching gold. He had never doubted his instincts, and categorically terminated the offensive, turning sideways to avoid the murderous Jinmang in front of him, but it was a little late after all.
In an instant, the strong light shone, causing his eyes that could not be burned by the scorching sun. Immediately afterwards, he felt that the sword's left arm had been cut by a red blade, and the hot burning sensation was even stronger than the pain. One step touches the neurons in his mind.
Eamon couldn't see for a while, only heard violent exclamations in the audience, but did not panic. He first collected the red light on the sword, and rolled over with the big sword firmly, got behind the gun warrior, and turned around and swung the sword horizontally based on memory. Two crisp metal cracking sounds, no matter what the result was, he turned back a few times and settled down, and his vision gradually became clear.
The sudden bright light grazed his shoulders, and unbiasedly hit the energy pillar on the opposite side supporting the shield. The stone pillar is just made of ordinary limestone mixed with stainless steel. How can it resist the concentrated energy rays, it collapsed and collapsed in a flash. The energy core connected by the four corners was missing one piece, and the protective cover flashed violently for a few times before disappearing, exposing the entire ring to the sky with golden red sunset glow.
The spear warrior stood firmly on the center line of the ring. The horns on his head had been almost cut off by a sword he had just taken advantage of. The spear in his hand was still entangled with a little golden light and aimed at the front, a defensive posture like a mountain without moving.
The two returned to the state of standing and confrontation again. The spectators were also arguing over the dazzling golden energy ray for a short time and then gradually calmed down. They stared at any disturbance on the stage for fear of missing this wonderful duel. In the details.
After standing silent for a while, Emmon finally slowly turned his head and glanced at his shoulder. The scorching rays burned the half-arm leather jacket clean, and even the cloak tied to the shoulder was not spared. At this moment, the wound was only charred, no blood stains, but it was still stinging.
This needle-like pain can't touch him at all, but the violent impulse that is setting off in his heart is like a pervasive catalyst, which gradually makes it difficult for him to suppress. There was even buzzing in his ears, and he could no longer hear the worried cry of the girl below the stage, and countless red threads appeared around the dark red pupils, covering all irrelevant people, leaving only the one standing in the sky. Between the iron gray heavy armor.
It's kind of interesting... he suddenly stretched out his hand to tore off the remaining cloak and tossed it away at will. At sunset, the fierce wind from the horizon blew the tattered red cloth strips instantly, trembling and floating above the ring.
In the shadow covered by the red cloth, the tall red-haired swordsman was like a raging flame, freeing his body's majestic power that had been suppressed for so long. At the corner of his cast iron mouth, a slight smile was finally revealed.