The judge checked poor Dedazi’s condition. He was just unconscious and lightly injured. That level of damage shouldn’t have been enough to knock out a peak cultivator. But this golem was more sinister than he seemed. Something in his attacks shook the enemy’s soul and mind, breaking their defenses and knocking them out cold.
Alm and Bruno just scoffed. That young guy wanted to play with mental power? And with Ruri right there with them? They just used her power subtly through the array, blending it with the opponent’s low-level energy to invade his mind.
When people saw the result, they were dumbfounded. Did that golem really use that "weapon"? Was it even supposed to work like that? How did he win? So many unanswered questions.
"What the hell... those terrifyingly fast and precise moves lost to... a handbell and a statue?!"
He didn’t even use any overwhelming power—just moved quickly. Only a few sharp eyes noticed the high-level earth laws at work.
Everyone else thought Dedazi was about to show off his skills. But... in the next moment, he was down. No matter how much they analyzed, that weapon didn’t seem special. The attack was straightforward, without any flashy power. In fact, there was no technique involved at all. And yet, the result was absurd!
"Was he careless...? The golem used the ’two weapons,’ and Dedazi didn’t dodge…" Someone tried to find a plausible explanation, but no one responded.
Meanwhile, the golem looked at the judge, who was just as confused. Only then did the referee snap out of his daze and announce the winner. The golem calmly waved while holding his two "sacred weapons."
"Nice, solid! Good weight!" he muttered, but everyone heard him clearly, leaving them shaken.
Before he could return to his group, the next matchups were announced. His fight had been the last of that round, and as soon as it ended, the next battles were automatically set.
He was up again. With a wicked grin, he turned around and stepped back onto the stage.
The round figure stood in the center of the arena, holding the handbell and statue, both still dripping blood.
This time, his opponent was a slim man wielding a sword.
The golem raised his weapons, and everyone held their breath. The judge didn’t delay and declared the start of the match.
"Using the same move twice? Naive!" the opponent roared, wasting no time.
He moved, and the space around him twisted, making him disappear from everyone’s sight. The audience gasped in awe at the display: the young man’s space-time laws were on another level. If no one could pinpoint his location, how could they hit him?
But contrary to all expectations, a cruel glint flashed in the golem’s eyes. He shifted his body slightly to the side…
*Shoosh!*
Emerging from the void, a sword strike missed its mark. The attack went wide, and no one in the arena had seen it coming.
But instead of retreating, the golem stepped forward toward his opponent. The statue in his hand shot out like a thunderbolt toward the man’s abdomen.
"Holy shit! Is he trying to die?!"
Even if that hit connected, for a cultivator at that level, it wouldn’t cause serious damage. After all, it was just a stone statue—if it were a blade, it’d be different. A simple downward slash of the opponent’s sword, and the golem would be done for.
The older spectators were stunned. Had the golem really only won his previous fight because his opponent was careless? His cultivation and level were low, and now his battle experience seemed negligible.
"Hard Stone Attack!" Bruno shouted.
But the next scene froze everyone in place. The strike hit the opponent’s abdomen, but the sword, which had been about to slash down at the golem, stopped midair.
*Clang!*
The sword dropped to the ground.
"Ugh... ug..."
Hoarse sounds escaped the opponent’s lips. His eyes widened so much they looked like they’d pop out of their sockets. Slowly, he dropped to his knees, clutching his abdomen with both hands in agony.
His entire body trembled, and cold sweat poured from his forehead like a storm. Fresh blood mixed with white foam dripped from his mouth.
The golem looked at the pathetic figure kneeling before him and then raised the golden handbell.
"Let me introduce you to the sound of divine... and crushing justice!"
*DING!*
The bell struck the opponent’s head with a loud, sharp sound that echoed across the silent, shell-shocked arena.
"How… that move was completely sloppy and meaningless… how did he fall so easily?" someone mumbled, utterly baffled.
From the start, the golem had drawn a ton of attention—for all the wrong reasons, of course. But after two consecutive instant wins, the attention he commanded skyrocketed and took a wild turn.
However, the automated system didn’t give him time to leave the arena again. He’d have to fight for the third time in a row.
He stepped onto the stage, still holding the bloodstained handbell and statue in his hands. Were those sacred weapons… or demonic ones now?
His next opponent no longer wore the confident expression of someone assured of victory; instead, he seemed far more cautious. Who could feel safe when they had no idea how the enemy kept winning?
The judge was about to announce the start of the fight when the opponent abruptly interrupted, saying, "Wait, I’ve got something to say."
"Hm? What is it?" The golem stared at him flatly.
The guy swallowed hard and said, "…can you… switch weapons?"
"Switch? Why?" Bruno asked, nearly laughing.
After all, no one expected him to admit, *I don’t want to get humiliated and knocked out like a joke again! Please switch weapons and fight for real!*
But Alm and Bruno weren’t about to show mercy. All these powerful young elites from the Djinn continent carried heavy karmic baggage. Not all of them, of course; some weaker ones seemed ordinary. But this guy? And everyone in his group? They’d had plenty of fun clawing their way up to this point.
"I’m not switching. These weapons are too useful, and I’m seriously considering making them my permanent choice," the golem replied, his eyes gleaming.
"Then die!" the opponent snarled, drawing a curved saber with a bloodthirsty glare. The judge snorted and started the match.
Suddenly, the enemy seemed to ignite into flames. A wave of fire spread in all directions.
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"He used primordial runes!" someone in the crowd shouted.
Fire laws, mixed with a faint mental energy, created an intimidating domain. But… everyone watched as the golem raised the statue in his hand.
Using some mysterious technique, he delivered a straightforward blow with the chunk of rock. The enemy, who had seemingly fused with the flames, widened his eyes in shock and failed to dodge. Desperate, he struck back with his weapon.
No one could believe it. How did he pinpoint and hit the guy through the flames?
*Clang!*
The curved saber was inexplicably knocked out of the opponent’s hand. And then...
*DING!*
The sharp ring of the handbell echoed throughout the arena. The opponent was sent flying, crashing into the ground hard, writhing in pain.
Once again, the inconceivable had occurred. The opponent barely had a chance to use his full power, and with one clumsy, seemingly technique-less move, he lost.
"What the hell is going on? Is this even a fight between cultivators?" someone in the arena blurted out, perplexed.
Another muttered, "...he used primordial runes this time. He went all out and still lost so quickly! This is impossible!"
By now, no one had managed to escape those two… weapons? Whatever they were, in his hands, they had become terrifying.
He wasn’t killing or severely injuring anyone. All his opponents simply lost in the most humiliating way possible—unable to defend themselves, leaving the stage with broken bones and massive bruises. Nobody could even explain how they passed out. Was this the power of the dead god? Who wouldn’t fear that?!
All the young cultivators swallowed nervously. They couldn’t even imagine what it’d feel like to get hit by those things when their turn came.
One young man gritted his teeth and said, "This has to be some Divine Dao! He tricked all of us. It might look like he’s indifferent and weak, but he’s actually using some bizarre and overpowering technique!"
His words sparked realization in many others. They exchanged glances, suddenly convinced he was onto something.
"In the world, there are infinite Daos, both complete and incomplete, all unique and different. Why wouldn’t there be something tied to weapons like these?" the young man continued, growing more certain of his theory. "The sound of the bell must create something that disrupts defenses, and that statue… maybe it’s not as simple as it looks. I’ve heard that the God of Forging can fuse countless materials into one!"
The crowd grew increasingly convinced, feeling as though they’d finally uncovered his secret.
"Don’t be fooled by how those two… weapons… look! They might seem like a joke, but in his hands, they’ve become the most feared weapons in the world! The fact that they’re unique and no one knows how they work is their greatest strength," he concluded.
"But… how is it that no one feels anything when he strikes?" someone asked, still puzzled.
Another young man muttered, "That… when someone reaches an extremely high level of mastery with a weapon, my master says their strikes become one with the world and the heavenly laws. For anyone short of being an immortal, it’s impossible to sense the fluctuations. Maybe he’s… become one with the handbell! And at the same time, one with the stone statue!"
"What?! No way! The difficulty of mastering two such unusual items must be insane!" another exclaimed, shocked.
"But… his cultivation is low. And his sacred power level is practically nonexistent. He’s just catching everyone off guard because we didn’t know about his divine mastery. Now, his next opponent will be Lezon. He’s at the Sacred Will level."
After the victory, the golem finally returned to Tarrasque and the other four. Ruri’s face was twisted as she struggled not to burst out laughing uncontrollably. The others were quiet, wearing confused expressions.
"Did you all see that?" Bruno asked the three, focusing on Carod. "Did you see how I won?"
Carod trembled. "They relied on power they hadn’t mastered. Or underestimated their opponent."
"Exactly. Most of them are just mediocre idiots. So what are you worried about? Some fools laughing? Most of them only got here by doing shady things, not by actually training and fighting. All of you earned your way here with your own hands. When it’s time to fight, just knock them all down without a second thought."
They all nodded, taking his words to heart. The three of them, even Emppu, had never followed the typical cultivation path of the continent’s elites. They’d forged their own way, fighting and risking their lives to do so.
Everyone had called Emppu a fool for focusing on improving his physical body instead of sacred power. Even the power of his eyes was designed to enhance that aspect.
The other two, lacking true imperial backing, had to earn everything by putting their lives on the line. Now, their gazes were clearer, free of fear.
After all the ridicule and humiliation, they’d started to doubt themselves, which had impacted their combat strength.
But now, seeing that round figure not only win but do so in the most ridiculous and humiliating way possible, they understood they could go far and surprise everyone in the arena. Their chance to shine would come soon, and they were eager for their turn to fight.
Minutes passed, and the remaining matches in the 25 groups unfolded. In the golem’s group, the three who had been defeated didn’t wake up to fight again. They were eliminated from the tournament and wouldn’t even get a chance to compete for a spot in the top 300.
Finally, the last match of the 25 groups was announced. The round golem calmly made his way to the main stage, and this time, everyone watched him in utter silence.