CHAPTER 235: PATH OF FAITH

The middle-aged man lost too quickly, something no one had anticipated. He had been chosen by everyone because his combat prowess was recognized and respected among them. Yet even he fell so easily, causing the rest of the group to feel suddenly complicated inside.

From the side of the natives came a burst of mocking laughter. This time, no translation was needed; everyone could understand their meaning.

The purple-haired woman stepped forward, gesturing again, then called someone out from her own ranks.

Selina didn’t understand the gestures and turned to Carlotta.

Carlotta looked toward the High Priestess.

The High Priestess said, "She means our side is too weak. They don’t want to bully us, so this time they’ll send a peak tier Listener, while we can still send an early tier Resonator."

Upon hearing this, many immediately showed anger, shouting curses, feeling that the others clearly looked down on them, daring to pit a peak tier Listener against an early tier Resonator.

"Do they think everyone here is Moon?"

Someone couldn’t help but yell.

Clearly, some people had heard of the name Moon before, although it had been a long time ago. They didn’t know that Moon was now Carlotta herself.

Fueled by rage, many demanded to fight.

On the side of World One, there wasn’t a single person below the rank of Resonator, because individuals at lower levels simply relied on the capability to explore the Central Ruins.

Selina turned and looked at the crowd enthusiastically volunteering themselves, falling silent for a moment.

She thought of the previous encounter with Nash, and the man who had just won moments ago. Her emotions grew complicated.

She realized the natives’ combat strength was absurdly high. Under these circumstances, even if the opponent only sent a peak tier Listener, could their side really win?

"What do you think?"

Selina asked Carlotta.

"Me?"

Carlotta smiled. "I find this kind of fight boring. Why not agree to their terms, go to that location with the alchemical translation device, and have both sides communicate properly through translation?"

"True communication requires equality. Clearly, right now we’re looking down upon, it’s hard to achieve equality."

Selina shook her head.

Then she selected an early tier Resonator who had been nominated, and sent him to fight.

Carlotta shook her head and said, "If we lose again, it’ll be even harder to achieve equality. Don’t you agree?"

"When you were a peak tier Listener, could you defeat an early tier Resonator?"

Selina asked instead.

To this question, Carlotta gave a slight smile and answered, "Effortlessly."

Selina’s eyes lit up. "How about a Middle tier Resonator?"

"Effortlessly."

Carlotta grinned.

"And a peak tier Resonator?"

"Effortlessly."

"Don’t exaggerate."

Selina withdraws her gaze helplessly. She had initially thought Carlotta was serious, but as the claims grew more absurd, she felt the other was clearly bluffing.

Seeing this, Carlotta stopped, saying nothing further.

The subsequent battle unfolded exactly as everyone expected.

Even though World One sent a Resonator, he was completely no match for the opponent’s peak tier Listener, losing in an exceptional battle.

However, this fight did reveal something unusual about the "natives" to the observers.

The native who fought this time was a mage, and during the battle, he actually cast numerous spells at once. Each spell’s proficiency clearly reached peak tier Listener level, something that shocked everyone from World One.

In World One, it was common knowledge that magic could only have one primary path. Learning additional magic was merely supplementary, and the difficulty of advancement increased drastically, making it impossible to reach high levels.

But how could the natives break this rule?

Many from World One discussed in confusion, completely unable to understand the reason. They could only feel that the entire situation was utterly absurd.

"What’s going on with these natives?"

They felt they hadn’t lost unfairly.

When you could only use one magic, while the opponent could unleash multiple magics simultaneously, wasn’t that equivalent to being ganged up on?

Magic can support each other, amplifying their power.

Of course, the same applied to the knight path.

"This is why these natives are so powerful. It’s not just one person, everyone here is like this. They’re not restricted by primary or secondary skill paths. We don’t know why."

"Damn it! If I could train like that too, I could crush them. What are they even?"

"I’m so furious! Why can’t we learn multiple kinds of magic? Why?!"

"I won’t accept this!"

The people of World One all wore grim expressions, yet were utterly powerless.

At this moment, the purple-haired woman from the "natives" stepped forward again, smiling, and called someone from her side. Then she began gesturing.

Seeing Selina’s gaze, Carlotta translated, "She said she pity us. This time she’s bringing a Middle tier Listener, so we can confidently send an early tier Resonator to fight."

Upon hearing this, Selina took a deep breath, while the rest of the group turned green with anger.

Now a Middle tier Listener was appearing, how much did they look down on them?

Selina, with a dark expression, said to Carlotta, "Why don’t you just tell them directly? Stop these fights between Listeners and Resonators. Just have a Weaver fight."

She didn’t even know how to gesture such a sentence, so she could just say it plainly.

Carlotta felt something was off upon hearing this. "Who exactly do you want to fight?"

"Of course you. I definitely can’t beat someone at the same level."

Selina stated firmly.

Carlotta was left speechless, she never expected the idea to fall on her.

Selina looked at Carlotta with hope. "No matter how you look at it, you’re still on our side. You can’t just ignore this situation."

Carlotta shrugged and said, "Fine. I’ll step in for just a moment then."

Hearing this, Selina felt relieved.

She had seen Carlotta fight, and had even been attacked by her. That attack was incredibly powerful; just one strike brought her down. She believed that if Carlotta fought, the situation would certainly change.

Carlotta immediately had the High Priestess relay her words.

Upon hearing the message, the purple-haired woman showed an expression of surprise. "You’re on our side?"

The High Priestess replied calmly, "No. I merely happen to understand your language."

Separated by countless ages, the High Priestess couldn’t consider herself the same kind of being as them. After all... the true ones had long been buried in the depths of time.

Hearing the High Priestess speak, the purple-haired woman no longer hesitated on this matter, though she was still slightly surprised that the other party could speak their language so fluently.

"If you wish to directly engage in a battle between Weavers, we naturally have no objections. I’ll be the one to act."

The purple-haired woman stepped forward. Her rank was that of an early tier Weaver.

Seeing that the High Priestess could understand her language, the purple-haired woman also introduced herself.

Sarman Ferguson, that was her name.

She stepped forward directly and asked, "Who is my opponent?"

Carlotta smiled slightly and walked forward.

As she stepped out, many people’s gazes fell upon her, filled entirely with curiosity.

On the Side of World One, everyone had long resided within the Central Ruins, and currently, no one recognized who Carlotta was. However, seeing her step forward naturally drew attention.

And Selina’s following words caused everyone’s expressions to tighten.

"Next will be a battle belonging to the Weavers. Watch carefully, this will be an extremely intense fight."

Selina said seriously.

A battle between Weavers?

Everyone stared at Carlotta in astonishment, clearly not expecting that this sweet girl would actually be a Weaver.

But since Selina had said so, it must be true. Besides, the opposing purple-haired woman had already stepped forward personally.

Everyone’s eyes immediately locked tightly onto the battlefield.

"This battle will end quickly."

Sarman, the purple-haired woman, spoke, her voice brimming with confidence.

Behind her, divine lights began to radiate, then a massive figure emerged, towering like a god above the sky, cascading down ray after ray of holy radiation.

"What kind of magic is this?"

In World One, many people watched curiously, making various guesses.

But Carlotta knew, this wasn’t magic.

Sarman had actually walked the path of faith!

The enormous divine figure bore the exact same appearance as Sarman, emanating an aura of solemn authority. When it lowered its gaze, it was as if a god was overlooking mortals, aloof, towering, and only to be looked upon with reverence.

Suddenly, that massive figure moved. It raised its palm and slammed it down toward Carlotta’s position. As this enormous hand descended, it was as if an entire sky were collapsing, vast and overwhelming. Even visually, the effect alone brought immense pressure.

At the same time, Carlotta also took action. Behind her, a faint silhouette similarly emerges.

That figure wasn’t as colossal as the one Sarman had summoned. It looked no different in size from an ordinary person, sharing the exact same appearance as Carlotta. It wore a white shawl, exuding an air of mystery.

Carlotta summoned the Goddess of Wisdom, instantly perceiving the flaws within all of Sarman’s techniques, even to her, these flaws seemed extremely numerous.

"Whoosh!"

The Goddess of Wisdom soared up behind Carlotta, transforming into a brilliant streak of sword light, directly piercing upward at the descending palm. Without mercy, it pierced straight through, forcibly tearing apart the massive hand.

This scene caused Sarman’s pupils to instantly contract, clearly not expecting Carlotta’s first move to be such a fierce strike.

The divine body was intimately connected to its user. Thus, when the divine body’s hand was pierced, Sarman herself felt intense discomfort. She hastily opened her mouth, spewing forth boundless divine flames. Silver-white fire burned across the sky, sweeping massively towards Carlotta.

Yet even this attack, in Carlotta’s eyes, remained full of openings.

The Goddess of Wisdom transformed into pure, holy radiation, soaring upward once more. Fearlessly, it plunged into the sea of divine flames, cleaving through the endless fire with its sword.

Sarman’s expression couldn’t help but turn horrified. She didn’t understand why her attacks were being broken so easily, this level of skill far exceeded her expectations.

In a hurry, she could only display various techniques again. In an instant, all kinds of miraculous abilities were unleashed. But no matter what technique she used, before the Goddess of Wisdom, it was merely cut apart with a single strike.

The Goddess of Wisdom crossed the sky, cutting through everything. It flashed past the enormous divine body, instantly splitting it in two, forcibly tearing it apart.

"Urrraaahhh..."

The divine body being brutally torn apart caused Sarman to instantly feel excruciating pain. She suffered a severe backlash, her entire body helplessly plummeting from the air. As she fell, she continuously coughed up blood, sustaining extremely serious injuries.

Seeing this scene, everyone from World One couldn’t help but cheer, they were exactly the results they wanted to see.

At this moment, everyone felt as if a long-suppressed frustration had finally been released. No matter how strong these natives were, in the end, weren’t they still defeated by someone from their own side?

On the "native" side, each person’s expression changed dramatically. They hadn’t expected such a result at all. They suddenly knew Sarman’s strength clearly, otherwise, they wouldn’t have confidently let her fight. Yet even such a powerful Sarman was defeated so easily.

This battle seemed dangerous, but truly didn’t last long. The opponent had only used one move, one single move that dismantled all of Sarman’s techniques and severely wounded her.

This scene was difficult for the "native" side to accept.

Sarman crashed heavily to the ground, her appearance pitiful, looking especially miserable.

She took a deep breath, barely supporting her body as she said, "I lost."

Her face was pale, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Even propping herself up had exhausted all her strength.

She looked towards Carlotta, her eyes were extremely complex. She truly hadn’t expected the other’s fighting power to be so overwhelming, far surpassing anyone else on their side.

"I may have lost, but that doesn’t mean our side has lost. After all, on your side, only you emerged victorious."

Sarman looked seriously at Carlotta and said, "We want to fight another round. This time, I’ll choose a peak tier Resonator for battle."

"Is continuing this necessary?"

Carlotta asked the High Priestess to translate for her.

"It’s necessary. I don’t know what these actions mean for you within this city, but this is our trial, we cannot admit defeat."

Sarman said earnestly.

She insisted on fighting another round, targeting a peak tier Resonator.

Because among their side, the strongest combatant at the same tier was actually a peak tier Resonator. If she were a peak tier Resonator, she still wouldn’t stand a chance against the opponent.