CHAPTER 230: CHAPTER 227: FREEDOM CHALLENGE MATCH_1

"Defeated!"

As Qin Wudao pondered, the duel between Yuan Bo and Han Lin had reached a critical moment.

Under Yuan Bo’s brute force, Han Lin was knocked off the stage. His throat constricted, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his expression utterly despondent, devoid of any luster.

"Continue! I choose Wang Ya of the Azure Wind Divine Court!" Yuan Bo declared. In the fierce battle just now, he was not unscathed; his arm had also been wounded. Thus, he chose an opponent who was weak and severely injured.

From the Azure Wind Divine Court’s station, the challenged Wang Ya was startled. A bitter smile appeared on his pale face, and he shook his head.

"Wang Ya withdraws from the competition! Yuan Bo is the winner!" the referee confirmed, walking onto the stage to announce the result. He then continued to call out, "The challenger for the third round, please step forward!"

Many prodigies in the spectator stands showed interest. After all, Yuan Bo was injured. Perhaps they could seize this opportunity to win the match. But more people chose to wait and see.

One minute passed quickly. In the final few seconds, a huge white bear stood up and flew towards the stage.

"I’m up!" The powerful voice generated sonic ripples, causing the Void to tremble.

"Xiong Xiaoyou of the Ice Emperor Bear Clan challenges Yuan Bo from the Kylin Holy Land! The match officially begins!" After the referee’s loud announcement, he stepped off the stage and stood to the side, looking at Yuan Bo with slight worry. This is a powerful opponent. I hope Yuan Bo can win!

He could see that Yuan Bo and Xiong Xiaoyou were almost equal in strength. However, Yuan Bo had just finished a battle and his arm was still injured; winning would likely be difficult.

"Heavenly Bear Brute Force!" Xiong Xiaoyou roared, waving his fists, forming a layer of fist aura that seemed capable of tearing anything apart.

The Ice Emperor Bear Clan was not skilled with weapons, but its members possessed immense strength. Even a newborn cub’s power was comparable to a human Xiantian Martial Artist, and this power would continue to grow with age. Their philosophy was to overpower all techniques with sheer strength!

"Mysterious Silver Heavy Hammers!" Yuan Bo’s eyes narrowed, glinting with a strong will to fight. He raised his dual hammers high, which pulsed with terrifying power.

Bring it on! he thought. Let’s fight! Let’s see whose power is superior!

As someone born with Divine Power, he had long wanted to clash with the Ice Emperor Bear Clan to see who was truly stronger.

BOOM!

The two attacks collided. Endless brute force converged and spread outwards, shattering a large expanse of the Void and creating countless fissures. In terms of raw power alone, they had already reached the Saint Realm!

"So powerful!" many of the young prodigies spectating exclaimed, their hearts filled with emotion. Their inner pride had long been shattered, replaced by a burgeoning fighting spirit.

This change caused many powerful experts to nod secretly. Being able to rein in their arrogance is a good thing!

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

...

What does a battle between two strength-type prodigies look like?

Simply put, it is a contest of brute force. Whoever possesses greater strength and superior endurance against attacks will be the final victor.

In just five minutes, Yuan Bo and Xiong Xiaoyou had launched hundreds of attacks. Their bodies were covered in wounds, their faces bruised and swollen, and they were constantly spitting out blood.

But!

Both of them stood firm, like unyielding tumblers, refusing to fall!

"King’s Weapon: Gravity Hammers!"

A few minutes later, Yuan Bo inhaled deeply. A steady stream of Spiritual Energy poured into his dual hammers, causing them to emit a powerful aura, like two God Mountains slamming down suddenly.

Xiong Xiaoyou was not afraid. He swung his fists and rushed up to resist the falling dual hammers.

BOOM!

An earth-shattering sound spread.

Time seemed to stand still!

Two figures, exuding a profound momentum, were frozen in the Void.

"SPURT—"

After a few breaths, Xiong Xiaoyou coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood. His massive frame was sent flying, landing precariously near the edge of the arena. His once snow-white fur was now stained bright red.

"Huff... huff..." Yuan Bo leaned on his dual hammers, gasping heavily for breath. His bloodstained face showed no joy.

Regardless of whether Xiong Xiaoyou can get back up, I’ve already lost, Yuan Bo thought.

「Ten breaths later」

The referee flew onto the stage and solemnly declared, "Yuan Bo from the Kylin Holy Land wins! Please select your opponent for the fourth round!"

"Wang Meng of the Fantasy Dream Divine Court!" Yuan Bo announced, surveying the surroundings and selecting a heavily injured opponent in the early Sky Realm.

"I forfeit!" Hearing his name, Wang Meng, who was recuperating, opened his eyes and said with a bitter smile.

"Next, the fifth round of challenges begins!" the referee yelled.

"Me!"

"I’ll take him!"

Seeing the exhausted Yuan Bo, many prodigies were eager. This is undoubtedly an easy win!

Ultimately, a prodigy from a Royal-ranked faction ascended the stage. He dispatched Yuan Bo with ease, securing an early victory, and proceeded to select his opponent for the second round.

Just as Yuan Bo had done, he also selected a weaker, injured opponent and secured another victory.

However, his good fortune ended in his fifth match, where he was defeated by a prodigy with a Special Physique at the Peak of the Sky Realm.

"Su Wen Yi of Langya Sect is victorious! Please select your opponent!" the referee announced, his face expressionless.

"My opponent is... Wu Ming from the Qin Dynasty Divine Court!" Su Wen Yi declared loudly without hesitation. An ancient book exuding an aura of righteousness hovered above his head. It was clear he had already chosen his target.

Damn Langya Sect! Peng Shizhuang cursed inwardly. He was certain that Langya Sect was deliberately targeting the Qin Dynasty Divine Court.

Qin Wudao’s eyes flashed with puzzlement. Why would Su Wen Yi challenge the Qin Dynasty Divine Court? This makes no sense! With his strength, Su Wen Yi has a chance to defeat ten opponents and participate in the Prodigy Ranking Tournament, thereby enjoying the blessing of Fortune. Why would he make such a foolish decision? Even if Su Wen Yi defeats Wu Ming, I will personally step in and defeat Su Wen Yi! Could it be... is he doing this to provoke me into action?

Qin Wudao pondered this and then said to Wu Ming, "Surrender directly. You are no match for him."

"Understood!" Wu Ming nodded and immediately conceded.

"Su Wen Yi of Langya Sect is victorious! The third challenge begins!" the referee announced.

"I will!" Qin Wudao declared, standing up. He transformed into a brilliant ray of sword light and landed on the arena. He stood tall and imposing, majestic as a God Mountain, exuding immense pressure.

「On the central high platform」

Shen Youlin, surrounded by Disciples from the Holy Land, watched the arena with a faint smile.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

Beside him stood five Disciples who had reached the Holy Realm. These five exuded profound auras and possessed extraordinary combat strength. At first glance, they appeared ordinary, but a closer examination would reveal something strange.

The life signatures of these five were incredibly faint and short-lived, far from the longevity expected of experts in Reaching the Holy Realm!

"Rest assured, Holy Heir!" the five Disciples replied in unison, cupping their fists. A murderous glint flashed in their eyes.

Qin Wudao, whether you are worthy of being my opponent depends on whether you can break this gambit, Shen Youlin murmured to himself, gazing at Qin Wudao.

So it turned out that everyone, from Su Wen Yi to the five Disciples who had reached the Holy Realm, were merely his pawns. He had orchestrated this entire situation solely to test Qin Wudao’s combat prowess.

If Qin Wudao could overcome this challenge, it would prove him worthy of being Shen Youlin’s opponent. If not, he would die on the arena.

"Qin Wudao of the Qin Dynasty Divine Court challenges Su Wen Yi of Langya Sect! The match officially begins—"