Su Chen felt astonished in his heart. His gaze fell upon the 'Kingly Phantom' that looked like a physical entity. To think it would be in this form?
Although they had known early on that the competition format would change, what exactly it would change into was sothing neither he nor anyone else had any way of knowing.
"Fighting the sa Enemy simultaneously, and without battling each other, the speed is indeed fast. Let alone several days, the winner can be decided in half a day."
Su Chen briefly estimated, sighing with emotion even more. These Ancient Kings were truly impatient.
It was just unknown what exactly that Remnant Spirit was thinking. He obscurely glanced at Qin Yun.
But with things having reached this point, it was impossible for him to jump in front of the Ancient Kings and explain the truth.
They had personally seen that unknown powerhouse in the Solar Fla, and had also confird that a The Recognized had been born, coupled with the inherent attraction of the Spirit of the Vast Sun itself.
Let alone him, even if Hao Ri himself said he was quitting halfway, these Ancient Kings would probably not be willing.
With the general trend wrapped up to this point, unless he exposed his identity and completely blew himself up.
But he estimated that even if he did that, those Ancient Kings would definitely still have to go in and take a look; Refusing to Give Up!
It was dead silent below. Whether it was the Star Seeds, the Divine Dawns, or the guys who squeezed in through the Preliminaries, their hearts each palpitated.
So people knew this Peak Star Tournant was different from previous years, but they originally thought today was just the opening ceremony. They hadn't expected it would start directly like this.
Moreover, they were going to clash with so Kingly Phantom.
The many Professionals isolated on the outside had already started clamoring in low voices: "Facing the power of the Ancient Kings, and it's a Condensation of six Bright Moon Tiers... is this sothing a human can fight?"
"There must be so restrictive conditions, right? Otherwise, just surrendering directly would be it, otherwise wouldn't it be sending themselves to death one by one?"
The Bronze Ancient King gave everyone a mont to react before speaking: "Are there any questions?"
After a mont of silence, Han Xingliu was the first to speak. He first bowed, then said respectfully: "Dare I ask the Ancient King, what is the strength of this Kingly Phantom? Does everyone face a Kingly Phantom of the sa strength, or does its strength manifest differently depending on the person?"
As his voice fell, many people present obscurely cast their gazes towards Su Chen.
If it manifested different strength depending on the person, their advantages might not necessarily compare to this Star Seed of the Bronze Sect.
Logically speaking, with all the Ancient Kings present, the Bronze Ancient King shouldn't engage in any favoritism, but no one could say for sure.
"The Peak Star Tournant has always pursued fairness, so naturally it is of equal strength." The Bronze Ancient King naturally saw through everyone's petty thoughts, his expression indifferent.
"Thank you, Ancient King, for resolving my doubts." Han Xingliu bowed again, inevitably pondering in his heart. This seed rather disadvantageous for Su Chen.
The explosive power and defense of his Sacred Class were indeed sowhat astonishing. Besides those few who had achieved Molten Casting Sacred Profession, probably no one could withstand it.
But what was being competed on was the duration of endurance. The load of that state of his was too great, and would instead hold him back. Those inferior to him, even if they were more wretched when facing the "Kingly Phantom", might instead be able to hold on longer.
Why am I thinking of him again... Han Xingliu took a deep breath. His goal was the Star Pri. Regardless of whether it was advantageous or not, Su Chen was not his obstacle.
"Han Hai, is that your youngest son?" The Zhenwu Ancient King cast his gaze down, slightly mocking: "His age barely makes the cutoff; he's a strong competitor for Star Pri."
"Unfortunately, his talent is sowhat lacking; I'm afraid he won't be able to obtain the Recognition of the Spirit of the Vast Sun."
The Vast Sea Emperor didn't pay attention. His gaze fell upon Qin Yun to the side, his eyes profound: "Is there any reaction from the Spirituality anchored in your body?"
Hearing these words, the hollow-eyed Qin Yun seed to snap back to her senses. Her voice was hoarse as she shook her head: "There is absolutely no reaction."
"Mm." The Vast Sea Emperor withdrew his gaze.
Below, soone else spoke. His figure was quite robust, but he carried a sense of constraint and caution. Mimicking Han Xingliu's manner, he bowed and asked in a muffled voice: "Ancient King, how specifically is the ranking asured?"
Those Professionals who had gained qualifications through the Preliminaries looked over one after another.
The goal of Han Xingliu and those guys was the Star Pri. As long as they weren't Star Pri, they didn't care about their ranking.
But for the others, every rank represented a certain amount of benefits, so naturally, they had to ask clearly.
The Bronze Ancient King explained simply: "The thod of asurent is very simple. It depends on the length of ti you can endure under the Kingly Phantom's hands. The longer you endure, the higher your ranking will naturally be."
"Only depending on the duration of endurance?"
For a ti, everyone's thoughts were subtle. Joy had already surfaced on the faces of so Professionals adept at speed.
While those with more robust statures faintly felt sowhat bitter.
Xiao Linfeng took in the changes in everyone's expressions, secretly shaking his head: "One can know without thinking that this Kingly Phantom condensed from the power of six Bright Moon Tiers definitely has no shortcomings. Trying to drag it out with speed will only result in a more miserable death."
This kind of combat carrying a life-or-death crisis could easily stimulate a person's potential and comprehensively reveal a person's traits.
"These Ancient Kings are so impatient. It seems this The Recognized is indeed very important." Xiao Linfeng was increasingly expectant, and increasingly anxious.
"Ancient King!" Suddenly, a voice carrying an accent rang out. That person raised his head and asked directly, "If multiple people defeat this Kingly Phantom, does the ranking depend on who took the shortest amount of ti?"
As his voice fell, a large number of gazes swept over in unison. Even the Ancient Kings cast evaluating looks.
"Hahaha..." Below the Ancient Kings, Zhou Lingtian laughed awkwardly, hastily saying, "Please excuse him, please excuse him."
The one who asked this was none other than his student, Liu Zhengyang.
Chu Lingyuan grinned: "This student of Brother Zhou is quite pure-hearted."
"What pure-hearted? He's just naturally missing a screw." Zhou Lingtian waved his hands repeatedly, glaring fiercely downwards.
The Bronze Ancient King was silent for a mont before responding: "It can also be understood that way."
Liu Zhengyang nodded thoughtfully: "Thank you, Ancient King."
"Grandstanding." Luo Yao's eyes were filled with disdain. This "Kingly Phantom" was obviously used to test them, to see how they perford under pressure. How could it possibly be defeated?
Yet this person insisted on asking this kind of question, clearly grandstanding.
Seeing that the Bronze Ancient King answered even this kind of question, more people started asking, primarily focusing on the aspect of life-or-death crisis.
Following the Bronze Ancient King's explanations, everyone's expressions also eased a lot.
Although there wasn't a protection system that could detect fatal danger and automatically disperse attacks, they could surrender on their own.
Speaking to the end, the Bronze Ancient King emphasized once more: "This Kingly Phantom does not absolutely crush you all. Even the weakest will have a chance to say the word 'surrender'. But if you cannot accurately assess yourself and insist on pushing beyond your limits, you must bear the consequences of life and death yourself."
Hearing these words, the crowd's already eased emotions grew tense once more.
Imdiately after, the Bronze Ancient King roughly added so detailed rules. For example, weapons could be used, and there was no limit on the quantity. If you could use multiple weapons simultaneously without affecting yourself, that was your capability.
But weapons possessing external energy storage could not be carried, and so on...
"Does anyone else have questions?" The Bronze Ancient King had explained most of it, and asked once more. After waiting for a long ti, no one spoke again.
"Since that is the case, then enter the tower." As his voice fell, the Kingly Phantom suspended above the tower slowly sank into it.
Everyone had different thoughts. So took deep breaths to adjust, while others hastily left to fetch their handy weapons.
Han Xingliu's expression was heavy. Only competing for the position of Star Pri, he had extrely strong confidence in himself, and already strode into the tower with his head held high.
Wei Zhenghong followed closely behind, and Sheng Huaixu and the other Star Seeds also followed in. Su Chen mixed in with the crowd, following everyone as they entered one after another.
The competition format was entirely new, and they were facing the condensed power of the six Kings. Everyone's hearts were sowhat heavy and anxious.
Moreover, they were no longer fighting each other, and couldn't be bothered to trash-talk to disturb each other's mindset. They each picked an empty room, pushed the door open, and walked in.
Outside, the Bronze Ancient King returned to his seat. With a flick of his finger, a streak of Data light subrged into the tower. Imdiately after, Virtual Screens gradually unfurled outside the tower, converging in mid-air.
What was displayed were precisely the scenes within the Challenge Rooms. The Kingly Phantom already stood tall in the Challenge Rooms, waiting for the targets to arrive.
What was quite peculiar was that regardless of the direction one stood, they could clearly see all the screens, drawing many Exclamations of Surprise.
"Live broadcasting directly?" Soone below muttered. "Aren't there still so people who haven't arrived? If soone intentionally stalls and watches what abilities the Kingly Phantom has first to make corresponding counterasures, wouldn't they have an advantage?"
Soone beside him shook his head: "If you can think of it, wouldn't the Ancient Kings think of it? Counterasures? This is the condensed power of the six Kings, how could there be any shortcomings or flaws? No matter how you counter, it's useless."
"Holy crap, soone is spitting blood!" Soone exclaid, and everyone couldn't help but look over.
In the brief mont of conversation, soone had already entered a Challenge Room to fight the Kingly Phantom.
He wasn't tall, only about 1.6 ters, lean as a monkey.
In the instant the system's "Begin" voice fell, his figure seed to be torn by a gale, abruptly turning into nine Afterimages. Each one was remarkably lifelike, howling as they shot out in all directions.
Very obviously, this person had made up his mind to strictly drag it out with speed.
But facing this scene, the solemn figure's eyes blazed like torches, piercing through the layers of illusory shadows. Although it only took a single step forward, it instantly crossed In the Void and appeared before one of the figures.
Raising its hand, it delivered a slap. Without the slightest bit of flashiness, it slapped straight down—the sound of wind erupted, and the muffled sound of flesh and bone colliding was clearly audible.
That short figure was like a Withered Branch struck by a giant hamr. His spine bent, and he was violently thrown backward.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, he crashed into the wall of the Challenge Room. A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, dyeing the front of his clothes red. His throat bobbed a few tis, but he couldn't make a sound.
And those remaining eight Afterimages were now like paper kites scattered by a strong wind, abruptly collapsing and disintegrating.
Everyone was a Professional, and the Virtual Screens weren't far away. Just from the shape of his mouth, they could tell that the lean monkey lying on the ground had wailed the word "surrender" before the Kingly Phantom could strike again.
Imdiately after, a few numbers surfaced on that Virtual Screen—"2.694"
The crowd was in an uproar. Defeated just like that?
Very quickly, a staggering figure walked out. Looking up, his expression was dazed: "Not even 3 seconds, is this really 7th-Tier?"
To be able to squeeze into the top hundred of the Preliminaries, he was considered outstanding even among 7th-Tier Professionals, yet now he couldn't even last 3 seconds.
.........
"Bang!"
A muffled thunderclap exploded, and this majestic figure had already pressed up before his eyes like a ghost.
Han Xingliu's pupils contracted. The other party didn't have a flashy opening stance. With just a raise of its hand, a profoundly dark black dragon phantom erupted from its arm, carrying a scorching wave of air as it blasted towards his face.
Holding a tal halberd, he only had ti to raise his hand to block horizontally. A Bronze-colored phantom faintly surfaced on the surface of his body.
Clang!
Like striking a bronze bell, Han Xingliu's expression tightened slightly. As he forcibly withstood this first strike, the muscles between his ribs instantly tautened like bowstrings.
The Kingly Phantom's fist didn't retract; instead, the force continuously pressed down in succession. Muffled thunder continuously exploded. Han Xingliu grunted, taking three steps back using the montum, his heels kicking up fine dust.
His shoulders sank. Using the halberd shaft as a fulcrum, he abruptly swept horizontally!
The speed was so fast it was like a silver thunderbolt, tearing fine sonic booms through the air. The Kingly Phantom's figure stalled slightly, raising an arm to block horizontally. A low "hum" sounding like muffled thunder exploded, and rolling waves of air swept out.
The webbing between Han Xingliu's thumb and forefinger went numb from the shock. Using the reaction force, he instantly pulled open a large distance, cold sweat pouring down: "This Kingly Phantom doesn't have a Sacred Class, but rather a more powerful force acting upon a 7th-Tier."
"Faintly bearing Father's imposing aura, it's simply crushing."
"I can only do my best to withstand it." A flash of blood color darted through Han Xingliu's eyes, like winding little snakes swimming under his skin. His muscles expanded, crimson scales surfaced on his skin, and even horns grew on his forehead.
......
"Han Xingliu is indeed a hot favorite to seize the Star Pri position. The Sacred Class 'Blood Flood Dragon Body' seems to be paired with the Bell Bearer and Weapon Master..."
The Morning Star Tiers swept their gazes around, occasionally comnting.
"Sheng Huaixu is also not bad, he uses the 'Weapon Spirit Hall' very proficiently." Li Qingyi looked toward a certain Virtual Screen. The figure on it was surrounded by bizarre Streaking Light, pulsing under his skin like molten tal, suddenly condensing into thick golden armor that tightly wrapped every inch of his muscles.
Suddenly, the Armor receded like a tide, turning into an eighteen-foot Long Spear, the spear tip drawing a sharp white line In the Void.
Even though he was still being beaten into continuous retreat, he could be considered to be holding on relatively steadily.
Their gazes primarily converged on the few most outstanding guys. Every match could be called spectacular.
"If there was ti, I'd really like to appreciate this slowly." Zhou Lingtian couldn't help but feel it was sowhat of a pity.
Every battle concentrated the essence of a sect and a faction, but right now they could only watch it all swallowingly like this.
.........
As ti passed, dazzling energy light erupted on the Virtual Screens one by one, and screens extinguished at every mont.
"Ha, I'm actually not at the bottom!"
Joy appeared on the face of that guy who was lean as a monkey. He discovered a guy who only lasted 1.96 seconds.
.........
The Kingly Phantom's five fingers ford a hook and abruptly grabbed—the air suddenly solidified, and an erald-green stream of Data light abruptly exploded in its palm.
In an instant, a giant axe with a blood-red body and dazzling silver electric arcs flowing on its blade condensed out of thin air, the fine Lightning Glow on the edge of the axe blade crackling and popping.
This guy didn't say a single word of nonsense. Its wrist sank, and the axe shadow chopped down with a boom, like a lightning bolt tearing apart heaven and earth.
Su Chen's pupils contracted, a strand of black hair on his forehead blown straight up by the airflow. Almost instinctively, he raised both arms, muscles knotting, his ten fingers tightly clamping onto the falling axe blade.
The giant axe didn't pause. Silver thunder exploded into dazzling arcs on the axe blade, the berserk chopping force pressing down like a mountain.
Su Chen abruptly withdrew and retreated violently. Relying on the not-so-great speed boost to pull open so distance, his palms burned with pain.
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