Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The Wu Fight ended after six hours. Mo Huaisang, Xuanyuan Wudi, Jiutian Wen, and Qin Huan all participated. Unfortunately, they all did not perform well. Yi Wu was ranked number-two while a genius from a small domain was ranked third.
However, no one felt exceptionally regretful or frustrated. After all, the Ten Thousand Domain Tournament had a deeper objective than sparring: for all the young men and women to showcase themselves, for them to find someone that they could marry in a marriage alliance.
The young mistresses of Sovereigns would, most of the time, not marry young masters from the same domain; they would normally be paired with someone from a great family clan from another domain. This way, both clans would win as they could subsequently share and exchange resources, mystical abilities, and secret arts. Take Yi Tu for example. His wife was not from the Phantom Race but was a young mistress from another huge domain’s Sovereign’s clan’s main lineage. The Earth Emanations Sovereign’s wife was the same as well.
Since most of the young masters and young mistresses present had all participated in today’s tournament, its objective could have been said to have been met. Everyone had also been very civil, not harming anyone but stopping once it was clear he or she won. Although there were a few people who were injured—with no blood spilled, this tournament could be considered a great success.
After Yi Tu waited for a while and there were finally no new challengers, he tabulated the results and announced the ranking. Finally, he said, “Let the Wen Fight begin!”
“Wow!”
Compared to the Wu Fight, the Wen Fight was much more exciting for everyone.
There were limitations to the Wu Fight; everyone young master and young mistress all knew the limits and would not go all out; they did not want to accidentally kill someone else. However, this also meant that the Wu Fight was less thrilling. It felt more like a game. The Wen Fight, however, was less restrictive.
The Wen Fight was the time for all sorts of powerful, special mystical abilities, and secret arts to be displayed. By the end, the eighteen judges would combine their grading and choose the three most powerful mystical abilities and secret arts to be ranked in the top three. Traditionally, the prizes for the Wen Fight would be much more valuable than for the Wu Fight. This was to encourage everyone to realize and create all types of special mystical abilities and secret arts and also for all spectators to get fresh ideas and realizations from watching other people.
“I will announce the prizes for the Wen Fight this time first!”
Yi Tu shouted, “The third place of the Wen Fight would win one supreme-grade divine artifact battle saber! The second place would get supreme-grade divine artifact battle armor and thirty million divine roots. The first place would get fifty million divine roots, supreme-graded divine artifact battle armor, and a primitive spiritual treasure. Hence… for those who want to get their hands on these prizes, do give it your all and showcase your strongest mystical abilities and secret arts.”
“Wow!”
A commotion broke out as all the young masters and young mistresses in the pavilions grew excited as well. While supreme-grade divine artifacts and divine roots were commonplace to them, primitive spiritual treasures were not. Even the likes of Mo Huaisang could not get their hands on primitive spiritual treasures; they were too hard to come by. Also, many primitive spiritual treasures had numinosity and could not be transferred.
“Primitive Spiritual Treasure!”
Jiang Yi’s eyes suddenly opened as a fire entered his eyes. He knew firsthand how powerful primitive spiritual treasures were. Although the Heaven-Swallowing Beast was still deep in slumber now—once it woke up, it could continue to eat black rainstones and golden hearthstones to continue to grow. Once it grew bigger, no one knew what type of special mystical abilities it would have. If it could control a group of Ancient-Grade Chaos Beasts, that would be incredible.
Swish!
A young mistress flew forward as Jiang Yi’s gaze immediately turned to her. After taking a few looks, Jiang Yi’s heart instantly sank again. If he did not release the Mighty God Technique, the Merged Flames, and the Art of Concealment; he probably would not be able to get a good grade and good placing, much less first place.
The Art of Concealment was the mystical ability of the Phantom Race; if he used it, he would immediately be exposed. Also, the Art of Concealment was something that everyone in the Phantom Race could use; there wasn’t anything special to it. The Mighty God Race had been exterminated by the combined might of a few hundred races and clans; some of their descendants might be present today. If they recognized the Mighty God Technique, he would definitely be seen as a remnant of the race and be killed.
As for the Merged Flames, although they were overbearing, compared to this young mistress’s mystical ability; it was nothing much!
That young mistress took out a piece of silk fabric and waved it in the air as she danced. As she danced slowly, countless wind dragons appeared in the skies as they swam around, creating a gale around the spectator’s stands. Many of those who were not that strong could not stand straight as their hair and robes flayed about.
This wasn’t the scariest part. The scariest part was that these wind dragons actually emitted a sharp cry that caused a headache to all martial artists who were below the God Thearch Realm, causing much pain. Even some God Thearch-equivalent martial artists were feeling a slight pain; these wind dragons actually carried soul spirit attacks as well. This young mistress could probably use this mystical ability to deal with anyone below the God Thearch Realm; even normal God Thearchs wouldn’t be hard for her to handle.
Jiang Yi’s Merged Flames had indeed killed Demon-Killing Battle Gods before; they were considered as lethal as these wind dragons. However, this young mistress was the first one to display her abilities. How much more terrifying would the mystical abilities of those after her be? It was unimaginable!
True enough—
The second person that went forward was a young master that showcased a very strange ability. He sent forth a ball of heavenly powers into the sky as the entire sky suddenly became dim. Following that, the entire battle arena seemed to disappear. Jiang Yi, Di Ling’er, Mo Huaisang, and the others felt as if they had entered a peculiar realm. However, in an instant, everyone found themselves back in the battle arena once again.
This person had actually used only his powers and sent hundreds of thousands of people here into an illusion zone.
The third person that appeared used a wood-element mystical ability, opening Jiang Yi’s eyes as he had never seen anything like that before. There were evidently powerful restrictions beneath this battle arena. However, once this young master’s mystical ability was released, the restrictions beneath started to shine as countless huge trees started to grow from the ground. Within a minute, the entire battle arena had become a huge patch of forest.
The fourth person that showed up made Jiang Yi lose hope utterly!
He flew up into midair without saying anything as he took out a battle saber and started to hack at his left leg; a bloody limb fell from his body on the ground. After that, his body shone with white light as that limb suddenly grew back at a frightening speed. However, this young master’s battle saber did not stop one second. He continued to hack and cut off his right leg. When his right leg had grown, he proceeded to his left leg again.
Bang, bang, bang!
Limb after limb started to fall continuously from the sky. The forest below had long vanished, and now, the white-jade ground was filled with gory and bloody limbs. After more than thirty legs had touched the ground, even Yi Tu could not stand it much longer. He waved and said, “Alright, there is no need to continue with your demonstration. Your mystical ability… is very good! Very strong!”
“What kind of mystical ability is this?”
Jiang Yi stared at the bloody limbs on the ground as he looked towards Di Ling’er, who looked like she was about to throw up. Di Ling’er took a few deep breaths as she said, “This should be a light-element nomological secret art; it has a powerful ability to heal. As long as one’s brain is not cut into pieces and one’s soul spirit is intact, probably any other body part can be instantly recreated!”
“How insane!”
Jiang Yi scratched his nose; there were indeed too many wondrous and magical things in the thousands of realms and domains. This young master was indeed like a cockroach that could never be killed. He could engage enemies in battle and purposely let the enemy cut his head off; he could then immediately grow out a body to launch a sneak attack.
As each young master and young mistress took their turn to showcase type after type of special mystical ability or secret art, Jiang Yi’s heart utterly sank. He decided not to go and embarrass himself with his current abilities. Even if he used his Mighty God Technique and made his body a hundred-fold stronger, it wasn’t much compared to what everyone was doing.
“Jiang Yi, I am going to participate as well. You have to clap for me, okay!”
An old zither appeared in Di Ling’er’s hand as she turned, smiled at Jiang Yi, nodded at Mo Huaisang and the others, and floated out. Di Ling’er had not participated in the Wu Fight; why was she heading out now for the Wen Fight? Could it be she had some extremely powerful mystical ability?
