Chapter 873: Chapter 872 The Four Arena Masters (Part 1)
The northern arena, the battle had likewise come to a close.
A resolute young man, whose features were as firm as iron and steel, was covered in blood, with even his black hair stained red. Yet, at this moment, his momentum peaked, like an invincible young conqueror, looking down on all sides, unstoppable.
In front of him lay a corpse that had been reduced to half its size, its blood splattered all over the young man.
"Iron Heart Emperor is too formidable, we’ve all underestimated him," someone said.
"With just the Heart Three Styles, he only used two moves, and the second move even reached the Earth-level killing move tier. I can’t think of anyone else in the same realm who can match him," another commented.
"Now it’s up to the Asura Martial Emperor, the Yellow Jade Sword Emperor, and the other two leaders."
The crowd at the northern arena was abuzz with discussion, their eyes filled with shock, yet they couldn’t help but feel excited.
Many who had gained their freedom and were about to leave instead chose to stay for a while longer; missing the ultimate battle of the four arena masters would be a lifetime regret.
"Give me time, and I, Mo Tiankuang, won’t be weaker than you," a man in black bit his lip in the slave area.
He never doubted his talent; his only complaint was the lack of time. However, it didn’t matter. He, Mo Tiankuang, was a favored child of heaven and wouldn’t be trapped forever—his day to call the wind and command the rain would come.
The western arena.
The combat was more brutal than anywhere else.
With each collision between the two fighters in the arena, a series of medium-sized fissures erupted. Before one could fade, a new one would immediately form, slicing across the entire space above the arena—enough to grind even high-level Earth Immortals into ash.
"Asura Martial Emperor, you’re strong, but I still have one move left," said Miao Haihuang as he flew backward, leaving a trail of blood mist.
At this moment, his face was so pale it was nearly transparent, and blood flowed from his seven orifices—a sign of overexertion and damage to his life essence. If not treated in time, it would leave irreparable injuries.
"Just try it, the result won’t change," said the Asura Martial Emperor, his expression cold and ruthless. His hands continuously drew in, causing the void to split like a cake under the force of his palms. From every fracture, a torrent of Void Origin power and palm force whirled wildly towards Miao Haihuang.
"Tides arise, tides bear life!"
With no path for retreat, Miao Haihuang had completed his build-up. His feet stepped on the void, crossing through the cracks, leaving footprints as uniform as the full moon’s reflection on rippling water—unaffected by the distortions around them.
After advancing thirty-three steps, Miao Haihuang was only a hundred yards from the Asura Martial Emperor. As the power of the void approached, it was dispersed by the tide force surrounding Miao Haihuang.
"Destiny rises, destiny falls, to whom does fate return?"
Raising his hands high, Miao Haihuang’s momentum went from extreme decline to peak, like the ocean, from calm to raging waves without transition.
The thirty-three footprints suddenly surged, overlapping wave after wave, forming a massive blue tidal wave that spread out towards the Asura Martial Emperor. Any void fissures it passed were mended, and the sound of the waves echoed through the Array System, causing the hearts of the onlookers to pound as if ready to burst.
"It’s an Earth-level killing move!"
Several Void Origin Realm Martial Emperors exclaimed.
"Asura Heartless Hand."
A pitch-black hand emerged from the blue tide, reaching back and squeezing fiercely.
Boom!
The Boundless Tidal Sea receded from the void, revealing Miao Haihuang standing in the far rear, his face still adorned with the smile of a victor, yet unable to fully blossom anymore.
Miao Haihuang’s destiny, after all, was heading towards hell.
"Indeed, he lives up to his reputation as a being only inferior to the Elder of Void Origin and the four peerless masters. Even within the same realm, he is unmatched by any newcomer."
"The martial arts, fatal moves, and even the experience of the Asura Martial Emperor are far stronger than Miao Haihuang’s. He was at a great disadvantage and shouldn’t have chosen to fight. But if he didn’t fight, he wouldn’t be Miao Haihuang."
A young giant whose future was once limitless and who laughed proudly at the world, thus fell, inevitably inspiring lamentation.
This is the cruelty of the Martial World; no matter how high one’s talent, strength is the only truth. To some extent, long life is an advantage, it is victory.
"The duels on the first three stages have all ended, let’s just hope those masters don’t end up in the same place, or it would be a disaster."
"We will see soon, and then the answer will reveal itself."
As the final battle concluded, everyone’s blood began to circulate faster, and their moods became excited.
A clash of the strong is a drama that all in the Martial World never tire of watching, and what’s to follow is not just a clash of the strong, but a confrontation of emperors.
Everyone had a premonition that this might be the most spectacular duel in the history of Rainbow State and that for a long time after, it wouldn’t be repeated.
"I wonder how they are doing."
The brutal killing made Yu Yourong start worrying about Shi Xiaole and Bai Ruiting. The latter was actually doing quite well, knowing how to go with the flow. It was feared that Shi Xiaole was too proud, harboring hope against hope, leading to a dilemma like Miao Haihuang’s, a descent into inescapable doom.
With a mind in turmoil, Yu Yourong felt every second to be an agony.
"No matter who the opponent is, the Divine Fire Order is mine."
The final bell rang in Asura Martial Emperor’s ears as he looked forward with an indifferent, yet confident gaze.
But who knew that throughout those years, he had always concealed himself? Perhaps his strength didn’t surpass the four peerless masters, but he was undoubtedly stronger than the Yellow Jade Sword Emperor.
Who dares to compete?
The eastern stage.
"More than half of the Life-Death Martial Way and the Illusion Martial Way haven’t been converted yet, which is enough to enhance the Wind Sword Way to 110%, but, if all goes well, there will be two more battles."
Looking at the partly reborn Taiji Yin-Yang Plate and the Lake of Illusion, Shi Xiaole felt a bitter, overwhelming sense of powerlessness.
Each time the Wind Sword Way was elevated beyond 100% power, with the amount of conversion from the Life-Death Martial Way and the Illusion Martial Way, it could be used only twice. Against the Yellow Jade Sword Emperor, he had used it once, leaving only the last time.
But according to the old man from Wuyuan Palace, the four stage lords would draw lots to decide their opponents, which means that to obtain the Divine Fire Order, two more battles are needed.
Even if Shi Xiaole could win the first battle, he would be unable to face the second, and his death was certain!
The Thousand Dark Poison Emperor once gave Shi Xiaole a deadly poison called ’Missing You Melting,’ but since the dosage was too little, it only worked on ordinary warriors of the Void Origin Realm and wasn’t very useful.
So, is this the tribulation the elders spoke of?
In fact, Shi Xiaole had long guessed everything; he was just unwilling, just didn’t want to give up too soon. But now it seemed, after all, he was still wanting. He looked up at the distant sky, his gaze complex in a way others couldn’t understand.
Just then, a beam of light flared up in the distance, followed by the rock wall on the west side of the stage suddenly splitting apart, stretching to a distance of tens of thousands of meters.
It wasn’t just the eastern stage — the southern stage, the northern stage, and the western stage did the same. The connecting rock walls parted, and soon, the four stages connected with each other and became one entity.
Whooosh!
People from all four stages quickly saw each other, their eyes shifting, all instinctively looking towards their respective viewing platforms, for that was where their victors sat.
