Chapter 2068: 10% Chance Chapter 2068: 10% Chance Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Fedele Licata calculated carefully.
He still had four treasures with him, each no less functional than those designed to hide from the world.
Now, there were seven tenth-level tribulations left.
If things were as he suspected—that a treasure could endure one heavenly tribulation—then he would need to withstand three tribulations himself.
Fedele had no idea how terrifying the upcoming ones would be.
However, he knew he desperately needed a mont to catch his breath.
So, he decided: he would forcefully endure three more bolts of heavenly tribulation.
For the remaining four, he would rely on his treasures.
Even if they couldn’t fully block them, at least he’d still have options.
As the forty-third bolt of heavenly tribulation took form, it manifested as a thunder dragon—larger and more imposing than the previous one.
Its inviolable dignity was enough to make an ordinary person tremble and collapse in fear.
Yet Fedele stood tall, his figure like a majestic mountain.
“Please, enlighten !” he called out.
With that, he swung the halberd in his hand.
The thunder dragon seed enraged by his challenge and let out an earth-shaking roar.
From the dark clouds, the terrifying thunder dragons descended, charging straight at Fedele.
In response, Fedele soared into the sky, the halberd in his hand radiating a dazzling light.
“Army Shattering Slash!” A murderous aura erupted from the halberd as veins bulged across Fedele’s arms.
The imposing aura arose spontaneously, and the ancient halberd clashed directly with the enormous thunder dragon in the sky.
“Roar!” The thunder dragon let out a heaven-shaking roar.
The level-nine transcendents on the ground were stunned by the scene unfolding in the sky.
They had never witnessed anything so terrifying.
Even though Fedele had broken through to the tenth level, his strength was enough to utterly dominate everyone present.
“Fedele is the top ranker of the level nines,” soone said, sighing.
“Even his tribulation is this difficult.
Sigh.” This long sigh carried bitterness and helplessness.
Every person present was a prodigy of their generation, yet they were all stopped by the sa barrier: the tribulation of the tenth level.
“It seems there’s no hope for us to reach the tenth level in this lifeti.” “Even Fedele might not survive it.
How can we, who are weaker than him, possibly succeed?” “Let’s give up this dream when we return.
We’ll live out the rest of our lives in peace—or find a way to reincarnate.” “Agreed.
That’s the wisest course.” As the group of level-nine experts debated their fate, Scipio Langdon turned to Braydon Neal.
“Braydon, what do you think Fedele’s chances are of surviving this tenth level tribulation?” Braydon’s expression turned thoughtful.
Fedele’s condition was dire, and it was clear the lightning tribulations would only grow more intense.
“Twenty percent,” Braydon replied pessimistically.
Scipio shook his head with a faint smile.
Braydon frowned in confusion.
“Am I wrong?
Fedele must have more trump cards.
He’s likely saving them for the final tribulations.
Twenty percent should be accurate, right?” “Braydon, you’ve underestimated the tenth level tribulation,” Scipio said calmly.
“No matter how many treasures Fedele has, they might carry him to the forty-eighth bolt, but the forty-ninth… he can’t withstand it.
We’ll see if he survives it at all.” “In my opinion, his success rate is only… ten percent.” Scipio’s words made Braydon’s expression darken.
“If Fedele falls, the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain will lose control.
Pavilion Master, can you face three tenth level masters alone?” Scipio replied solemnly, “It’s hard to say.
Those old monsters of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain have weakened significantly, their blood essence nearly depleted.
Still, a starving cal is larger than a horse.
I’m not certain I can resist them.” “If we want to be safe, our only option is to help Fedele pass the tenth level.
His promise upon reaching the path is to destroy the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain.
Even if he fails, his conflict with them will be irreconcilable.
We, Lotus Feather Pavilion, could still earn his favor.” Braydon looked at Scipio in confusion.
“Pavilion Master, didn’t you say we couldn’t interfere with a tenth level tribulation?
Any interference would be marked by the heavenly tribulation.” “We can’t use our spiritual power, but we can throw objects, can’t we?” Scipio replied with a sly smile, producing the Golden Sacred Bell from Rusty Neal.
Rusty, who had been watching silently, imdiately panicked.
“What are you doing?!
That’s a tenth level tribulation!
Even though my Golden Sacred Bell is a tenth level eon artifact, it could still be damaged!” He lunged at Scipio, trying to retrieve the bell, but Scipio raised it out of reach.
Desperate, Rusty clung to Braydon’s leg, tears streaming down his face.
He knew that only Braydon’s intervention could stop Scipio.
Braydon sighed and asked Scipio, “Pavilion Master, how confident are you?
Will the bell be damaged?” Scipio’s tone turned serious.
“There’s a degree of confidence, of course—” “You call that confident?!” Rusty shouted.
“Have you ever survived a tenth level tribulation yourself?
Under its terror, everything gets destroyed.
Only by relying on your own strength and willpower can you transform and enter the tenth level!” “Is that true, Everett?” Braydon turned to the ever-loyal Everett Neal.
Everett nodded solemnly.
“Rusty is right, Master.
The tenth level tribulation is horrifying.
By the forty-eighth bolt, all your treasures will be destroyed.
You’ll either survive or die.” “And the forty-ninth?” Braydon asked.
Everett hesitated before replying, “That’s as much as we can reveal without causing harm to you.” “Pavilion Master,” Braydon finally said, “we’ll borrow the Golden Sacred Bell.”
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