A gentle green light descended from the sky, softly enveloping Zhuang Ting’s severed body.
Under Dongfang City’s healing, Zhuang Ting’s upper and lower halves, which were split in half, were precisely rejoined. The fracture rapidly healed and regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, the wound was pletely healed, smooth as before, without leaving a trace of a scar.
Only the shattered, blood-stained robe on his body silently testified to the horrific deadly strike that had occurred moments ago.
Zhuang Ting slowly stood up, his face still pale as paper, his body involuntarily trembling slightly.
As a direct descendant of the Zhuang Family, a prodigy of the Golden Family, a dignified Tier Seven Spiritualist, he had always had a smooth journey and had never suffered a major setback, let alone experienced such extreme pain.
The excruciating pain of being cleaved in half by an axe moments ago was etched into the depths of his soul like a brand. Even though his injuries healed, that bone-piercing pain remained, hard to dispel.
He lifted his eyes and looked at the opposite side. Xiong had already retracted his heavy armor, holding a blood-colored giant axe in one hand. His burly body stood in the wind and snow, resembling an unshakable deity, with lingering rampant battle intent surrounding him.
For a moment, a deep sense of powerlessness swept through Zhuang Ting’s entire body.
An indestructible top-tier armor, which could not be scratched even by a full-force attack from a Tier Seven;
A top-notch Spiritual Artifact with a plete Tool Soul and a Tool Soul Domain attached;
Such a lavish bination of equipment, in their Golden Family, would be considered a treasured heirloom. Yet, for Qin Tian, it was merely standard for the generals of Ice Extreme Pass.
Where on earth did they acquire so much top-tier equipment?
Zhuang Ting suppressed the shock and confusion in his heart, cupped his hands towards Xiong opposite, then deeply bowed to Dongfang City, sincerely expressing his gratitude.
Afterward, under the gaze of the crowd, he dejectedly walked back to the Zhuang Family’s camp.
"Elder, I’m sorry, I lost." Zhuang Ting stood in front of Zhuang Xian, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"It’s alright, you’ve done your best."
Zhuang Xian gently patted his shoulder, not showing a trace of blame, "Failure is not your fault. We simply chose the wrong opponent from the start."
Hearing this, everyone in the Zhuang Family’s camp wore bitter smiles.
Indeed.
Initially, they eyed Ice Extreme Pass, thinking Qin Tian was inexperienced and his forces were weak, an easy target. Thus, they allied with the Jia Family and Greym Family to launch a challenge, aiming to seize the Nine Stars Tournament slot belonging to Ice Extreme Pass.
But who could have foreseen that this seemingly soft target was actually an indestructible iron chunk, shattering their teeth pletely.
At this moment, they truly realized how foolish and ridiculous their family’s choice had been.
Sadly, what’s done is done; the challenge has been initiated, and there’s no turning back.
Even if they felt despair and powerlessness, for the Golden Family’s last shred of dignity, they could only brace themselves to see this doomed duel through to the end.
"Zhuang Zimo, you’re up next."
Zhuang Xian’s gaze slowly shifted to a man beside him with a posed demeanor and mature aura.
Zhuang Zimo, a Tier Seven Five Stars Spiritualist, over twenty years older than Zhuang Ting and Zhuang Sheng. His talent wasn’t the top, but he had the advantage of rich bat experience and a steady temperament, serving as a mainstay in the Zhuang Family’s middle generation.
"Yes, Elder."
Zhuang Zimo responded in a deep voice. Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the unease in his heart, gripped his long sword, and strode to the center of the battlefield.
As they watched Zhuang Zimo’s distant figure, there was no expectation in the Zhuang Family’s camp. They just silently prayed that this battle wouldn’t end too disastrously, praying that Zhuang Zimo would suffer less pain, nothing more.
"The Zhuang Family is destined to lose."
Not far away, Jia Zhuocheng and Fons Greym exchanged glances, their faces filled with gravity along with an unmistakable sense of regret and helplessness.
"Fons, do you think... if we withdraw now, can we keep our five hundred slots?" Jia Zhuocheng asked bitterly.
Fons Greym shook his head, his tone somber: "Impossible. We went to great lengths to secure this challenge qualification, working the system and even almost offending a few of the Dongfang Family’s elders. Now wanting to withdraw just because the tide has turned, do you think the Dongfang Elder Council present would grant us that opportunity?"
Hearing this, Jia Zhuocheng’s bitter expression deepened: "It’s a case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead. Who could have imagined that Qin Tian could equip his generals with such caliber weapons?"
"Spiritual Artifacts aside, the strength of this armor totally exceeds the existing equipment of the Empire." Fons Greym shifted the conversation, speaking in a low voice, "However... for us, this might not be entirely a bad thing."
Jia Zhuocheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, nodding slowly: "You’re right. Once this challenge ends, we must humble ourselves and speak to this General Qin properly."
...
In the Ice Extreme Pass camp, Qin Tian turned to his trusted general, Terreda, the Extreme Corps Legion mander and Guard Army leader, with a smile: "It’s your turn."
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