Chapter 170: The Most Powerful Race
Boom!
The Sorath finally unleashed his full power without holding anything back.
The entire arena transformed into a frozen world.
Blizzards raged wildly. Ice spread endlessly across the battlefield. Even the surface of the energy barrier became coated with a thin layer of frost.
However... it was all futile.
The next instant, a streak of black light sliced across the arena.
The Sorath’s body suddenly froze as several thin lines of blood appeared across his body almost simultaneously.
Thud!
Under the shocked gazes of everyone present, he slowly dropped to his knees before slumping forward, face first onto the ground.
The entire Central Arena once again fell into an almost suffocating silence.
Not a single unnecessary sound could be heard throughout the enormous venue. Hundreds of thousands of spectators stared with widened eyes at the young Nullborn man who had already turned around and was calmly walking away from the arena.
But the shock in their eyes showed no signs of fading.
Because even after the battle had completely ended, not a single person had truly understood what had just happened. Nor could anyone explain how the Nullborn had managed to execute that series of incomprehensible movements.
On the floating commentator’s platform, Mithrass remained silent for several seconds before slowly letting out a deep breath. The smile on his face had long since disappeared, and even his voice carried a level of gravity that had never been heard before.
"This battle... was completely different from the previous two matches. Whether it was the competitors’ grasp of timing or the overall rhythm and awareness displayed throughout the fight, everything had clearly reached an entirely different level. If the first two battles were demonstrations of pure power colliding head on, then this one was a true clash of skill and experience."
Beside him, Dragon Count nodded with an equally solemn expression. His sharp eyes remained fixed on the black robed figure. After a brief silence, he finally spoke.
"Yes, I agree with you. Even the final killing blow had already surpassed the standard expected of an ordinary Layer One player. Both fighters could comfortably compete against those in the other layers."
As he spoke, his gaze slowly settled on the young Nullborn who had already stepped off the arena, and his voice became even lower.
"But what is truly unsettling... what is genuinely frightening... is that even now, none of us can determine what ability he actually used. Could it be the Nullborn are hiding something even more terrifying that we have yet to see?"
The moment his evaluation ended, the entire Central Arena erupted into heated discussions once again.
And the commotion was far from being confined to the arena itself. Countless viewing centers scattered across the real world also exploded into heated debates almost simultaneously. Massive numbers of players repeatedly replayed the match while continuously offering their own theories.
Some believed the last attack was due to spatial manipulation. Others insisted it was simply speed that had reached such an unbelievable level that it exceeded the visual perception of almost everyone present, creating the illusion that he had vanished instantaneously.
There were also those who speculated that it was a special class that even the Player Association had yet to officially document, or perhaps an exclusive racial ability that the Nullborn Race had never revealed to the outside world.
For a time, countless theories emerged one after another. Yet none of them could truly convince everyone.
However, in stark contrast to the nearly boiling atmosphere outside, the Nullborn Race’s VIP box suspended high above remained so quiet that it felt completely isolated from the rest of the world.
The Nullborn dressed in black robes remained seated silently in their positions.
They didn’t applaud the victory, nor did they display the slightest trace of joy or satisfaction, as though everything that had just occurred had been nothing more than an ordinary match.
Meanwhile, inside another VIP suite that was noticeably more luxurious, with decorations that subtly radiated an aura of nobility, the silver haired woman, who had remained calm from the very beginning, finally displayed the slightest hint of emotion for the first time.
Her pale golden eyes quietly followed the black robed youth as he slowly walked off the arena.
Within those tranquil eyes, a faint trace of interest finally appeared.
Even upon her flawless face, so perfect that it seemed incapable of possessing a single imperfection, an almost imperceptible smile quietly emerged.
In a voice so soft that only she herself could hear, she murmured,
"To think he has cultivated the Invisible Void technique to this extent. Although he is still a very long way from true mastery, among these lower races... he can already be considered quite outstanding."
The maid standing behind her had clearly noticed the change in her expression. A look of surprise immediately appeared on her face as she softly asked,
"Milady... were you able to see all of his movements clearly?"
The woman merely gave a slight nod. Her pale golden eyes never left the arena as she calmly replied,
"Naturally. Although there are still many flaws in his execution, and his control remains somewhat unrefined, it is nevertheless one of the Nullborn Race’s signature techniques. As long as he continues to grow, he still has tremendous room for improvement."
After saying that, she paused briefly. Her gaze slowly swept across the entire arena, passing over the young players from every race before ultimately returning to the four Nullborn contestants.
"It seems that after all these years, among these lower races, they are still the strongest."
Although she spoke those words casually, as if merely making an ordinary observation about the current situation, she had inadvertently revealed a truth that would have shocked countless people.
But that was a revelation for another day.
Meanwhile, in the contestant area below, Zichi silently stared at the four Nullborn members who had already returned to their team.
Inside his mind, every moment of the battle replayed over and over again.
Yet the more he recalled it, the more he realized that he simply could not decipher how his opponent had carried out that attack.
And it was at that very moment that he finally understood completely.
Compared to the other races, these Nullborn members, who always concealed themselves within the darkness, were the ones who were truly the most troublesome.
The most dangerous, and above all else, they were the opponents he needed to be the most wary of in this Tournament of the Chosen.
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