Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 1866: In Today’s Battle, I Will Also Give My All!

The Asura Race member standing opposite Fang Chen was the first to speak, his tone completely indifferent. ”Looks like the two of us are the only ones left in the deathmatch zone. We have most likely reached the top 100,000. From now on, the number of opponents we encounter will only decrease.”

The reason he was so composed—treating Fang Chen as if he weren’t his opponent—was that he himself had thirteen halos floating behind him. He had survived thirteen bitter deathmatches already, whereas Fang Chen only had nine. Normally, a difference of four was more than enough to distinguish the disparity in strength.

”It seems the number of Inner Domains spectating has also decreased significantly,” said Fang Chen, glancing up at the void, where a mere dozen or so Inner Domains drifted.

The Asura Race divine ability expert let out a self-deprecating laugh. ”Now that the warfare is growing more and more spectacular, the Half Saints and Saints of various races are naturally going to watch the battles of the twelve powerful races. For the likes of us, only our own kin will pay a modicum of attention.”

Pausing for a moment, a look of resolve flashed through his eyes. ”However, if I can win another six or seven deathmatches and secure a decent standing within the top 10,000—such as the top 3,000 or top 2,000—then thousands of Inner Domains would tune in for my deathmatches.”

Curious, Fang Chen asked, ”Your goal is reaching the top 2,000? I’m afraid that will be immensely difficult, won’t it?”

The Asura Race expert sighed softly. As if conversing with an old friend, he nodded. ”Extremely difficult. From what I know, for this Saint Tower Battle in Longsheng City, just the twelve powerful races alone have sent between three hundred to five hundred participants each. That amounts to several thousand divine ability experts right there. To enter the top three thousand, one must inevitably clash with the divine ability experts of the twelve powerful races. But their foundations... are far too terrifying. Perhaps only with exceptional luck, such as hiding oneself away and letting them slaughter one another, would one stand a chance to pick up the scraps.”

Pausing again, he swept his eyes over Fang Chen. ”If I haven’t misidentified you, you should be a divine ability expert of the human race, surnamed Fang, correct?”

Fang Chen nodded. ”Among the crowd of Asura Race divine ability experts standing behind Saint Fatian that day, you were also present. I remember.”

”Saints who can earn the validation of Saint Fatian are rare, especially ones whom he personally visits to exchange pointers. Even when there are, they are usually from powerful races. And your Saint even cultivates a sword divine ability. The Fang Clan is quite decent, and you have managed to survive to this point, so I will not underestimate you. I will bring forth my full strength to fight you. I hope you will do the same.”

***

A certain Vajra Race Inner Domain.

The four Vajra Race divine ability experts who had previously had a slight clash with Fang Chen’s duo at the tavern in Longsheng City stood among the crowd, watching the scene unfold before them.

The sharper-tongued Vajra Race woman stared at Fang Chen’s face with a look of thorough displeasure. ”Brother, I didn’t expect Cousin Yan Changkong to actually die by this kid’s hand. Back then at the tavern, I couldn’t tell he possessed such methods.”

For natural talents as extraordinary as the four of them to be forced into a bleak elimination, while that tiny human bug was still scraping by in the Saint Tower Battle. Didn’t that indirectly imply that the four of them were inferior to him?

”It doesn’t matter. He is bound to suffer an absolute defeat in this battle. The opponent he has encountered is none other than Xiang Quhe, the direct grandson of Saint Fatian of the Asura Race.”

Yan Chen smiled faintly. ”Xiang Quhe has never tasted defeat among his peers. His sword divine ability has also subtly received the true inheritance of Saint Fatian. He does not draw his sword lightly, but once he does, he is invincible among his peers and rank. With this kind of talent, if he had been born into one of the twelve powerful races instead of the Asura Race, he would undoubtedly be a standout among them as well. It’s just that his natural race foundation is weak.

”He has a chance of making it into the top 10,000, but any higher than that is unlikely. As for his opponent, that divine ability expert from the Fang Clan, he is naturally not worth worrying about in front of Xiang Quhe. The human race’s foundation is abysmal when compared to the Asura Race.”

The Vajra Race woman pouted, clearly quite dissatisfied with the reality. ”Cousin, in truth, every single Saint Tower Battle is just a way for the higher-ups to select talent from among the twelve powerful races. The likes of us... are nothing more than background characters.”

However, it was that single sentence that caused Yan Haoran, who was standing at the front with his hands behind his back, silently watching the scenes of the Saint Tower, to turn his head. His sharp, piercing gaze locked onto the woman. ”Yan Mei’er, you are no longer a child and should know better. Do you not understand the concept that disaster exits from the mouth? Any decision made by the Supreme Qingming Alliance is not for a junior like you to comment on. Slap your own mouth.”

Many gazes landed on Yan Mei’er.

Yan Mei’er had not expected her casual complaint to draw Yan Haoran’s attention, let alone be ordered to slap herself. Her expression turned incredibly ugly.

”Hurry up and slap your mouth,” urged Yan Chen in a low voice.

”Fine, fine,” muttered Yan Mei’er under her breath.

She started slapping herself. It was not until she had slapped herself a dozen times that Yan Haoran nodded for her to stop. ”That is enough. Continue watching the battle, and speak no more nonsense.”

”......”

***

Yan Haoran wasn’t the only one tuning in for this battlefield with his Inner Domain. Several Half Saints from the Flame Race, the Asura Race, and neighboring races had also begun to lock their perceptions onto this area one after another.

Seeing the Inner Domains in the void multiply from a handful to several dozen, a look of satisfaction finally surfaced on Xiang Quhe’s face.

Fang Chen suddenly understood. It turned out the other party had been waiting for this exact moment all along, unwilling to make his move when no one was watching. He was planning to use this to make a name for himself.

Only at the sixth transformation, yet he’s already planning to build a reputation. His ambition is far from small, Fang Chen lamented internally.

Xiang Quhe bowed slowly. ”I am Xiang Quhe. In today’s battle, I will absolutely give my all.”

He extended his right arm, curling his palm into a loose grip. A stream of immortal essence slowly condensed and refined itself, transforming into a longsword.

”Fang Chen. In today’s battle, I will also give my all.”

Fang Chen curled his palm into a loose grip as well. Immortal essence condensed within it, forming another longsword.

”As expected, you have also awakened the sword divine ability. That explains how you managed to hold out until now despite being a human.” A flash of excitement burst through Xiang Quhe’s eyes. ”Saint Fatian has to wait twenty thousand years for your clan’s Saint. In that case, let us juniors fight a decisive battle first!”

Right at that moment, a sudden rumbling echoed across the void. A portal that was dozens of times larger than any other Inner Domain slowly manifested. Fang Chen and Xiang Quhe looked up at the same time, faintly catching sight of Saint Fatian’s figure.

Fang Chen’s expression shifted. That was Saint Fatian telling Xiang Quhe that he was watching, so he should showcase his absolute best. He was cheering him on.

Sure enough, a look of joy surfaced on Xiang Quhe’s face, and his aura surged violently once more. The surrounding Half Saint Inner Domains moved slightly further away upon seeing that sight, not daring to drift too close to the Inner Domain of an actual Saint.

Simultaneously, another thunderous roar resonated through the void. Yet another Saint’s Inner Domain sprang into view.

Fang Lie stood with his hands behind his back, looking through the massive screen at Fang Chen with a half-smile. He gave a soft nod of acknowledgement.

Then, the two Saints looked across the Sacred Tower at one another

Many divine ability cultivators watching from the surrounding Inner Domains couldn’t help revealing traces of jealousy. It was nothing short of supreme glory to have two Saints personally watch your battle.