Storm Island.
The massive group of experimental subjects was totally wiped out.
The battle that was supposed to last for a long time ended in less than half an hour.
Wang Zhixing’s group held four-foot-long swords in their hands as they floated above the remains of the experimental subjects. The sea breeze blew at their robes, causing them to flap loudly.
They looked like the sword immortals in a painting, attracting everyone’s attention.
“This is the true capabilities of the Immortal Sect!”
“Immortal Sect, forever the best!”
“What’s that sword beam? Is it magic or advanced technology?”
…
Everyone was amazed by the performance of Immortal Sect. The shocking sword beams were still vivid in their minds.
The team from Yun Country was even more shocked, especially Himura Kenshin.
He was a talented swordsman. He had made a name for herself at a young age and was obsessed with Sword Dao.
He knew better than anyone what sword beams Wang Zhixing’s group had used.
It was not some movie special effect or advanced technology. It was a state in Sword Dao.
When one’s Sword Dao reached a certain level, they would be able to cultivate a special offensive skill. In professional terms, it was known as the sword aura!
In Yun Country’s Sword Dao World, only those who possessed sword aura would be bestowed the title of Sword Saint.
The reason why Himura Kenshin was called a Sword Saint-to-be was that he had already touched upon the realm of sword aura. However, he had merely touched it.
Himura Kenshin was aware of his own potential. There was still a long way to go before he could reach that level.
Furthermore, even though Himura Kenshin was a proud and aloof person, he was extremely respectful towards the seniors of Sword Dao.
In his eyes, the Sword Dao was irrespective of nationality.
Himura Kenshin approached Wang Zhixing’s group. He was no longer arrogant. Instead, his gaze was filled with reverence.
He put his feet together, his hands hanging, and bowed 90 degrees.
“Senior!” Himura Kenshin called out respectfully.
Wang Zhixing’s group was stunned.
This sudden scene made everyone else especially surprised.
Himura Kenshin did not care about how others looked at him. After bowing, he returned to his team.
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In the hall.
Because they had wiped out the experimental subjects, everyone gathered here again.
Two hours later, a group of people walked in.
A muscular old man with glasses and a beard walked at the very front.
Beside the old man was an extremely beautiful blond woman with a seductive figure, dressed in revealing clothes.
Behind the old man was a group of burly men.
They wore black suits, trousers, leather shoes, and large sunglasses. Their aura was especially oppressive.
The strong men were carrying the metal boxes. From their expressions, they seemed to be struggling. It seemed like the items inside the metal boxes were very heavy.
When the old man arrived at the center of the venue, the burly men unloaded the metal boxes, causing the ground to rumble.
Everyone was curious about the old man’s identity since it was obvious that he was important.
At this moment, a staff member brought a microphone over and bent down to carefully approach the elderly man.
The staff handed him the microphone respectfully while the old man pushed it away.
The staff member broke out in a cold sweat. He understood what the old man meant and immediately stepped back.
The old man looked around and said, “Hello, everyone. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Clevelan Wyatt. I’m from the great Wyatt family.”
The old man’s voice was exceptionally deep, and it resounded like a bell, echoing through every corner of the venue.
Many people were shocked when they heard that it was the Wyatt family.
The Wyatt family, like the Leslie family, was also a super consortium.
In terms of family history, they were much older than the Leslie family. They had a history of more than a thousand years. It was said that their ancestors had even been emperors.
In terms of foundation, the Leslie family was really not qualified to be compared to the Wyatt family.
Still, the fact that the Leslie Clan had entered the ranks of the super consortiums in just a few hundred years was indeed impressive.
Originally, they were one of the organizers of this elimination competition.
However, they had offended Qin Chuan and suffered great losses. They didn’t know if they could still rise up.
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In the middle of the hall, Clevelan clapped his thick and large palms together.
The burly men immediately opened the metal boxes.
The moment they were opened, dazzling golden light shone. The boxes were filled with pieces of gold.
This was what a big family clan was like. They were so generous.
Following that, a staff member brought over a square-shaped instrument that displayed the number of experimental subjects that the various teams had killed.
Clevelan gave them a cursory glance and said, “When I call your team, please come forward and claim your reward.
“We previously mentioned that you will get 1 kilogram of gold for every 10 experimental subjects killed. If less than 10 were killed, we will also pay the corresponding price.”
“Tagoms, 22 kills.”
“Morfinge, 30 kills.”
“Gerofe, 11 kills.”
…
About half an hour later, other than the top ten teams on the kill list, the other teams had received their corresponding gold reward.
The next reward was the exciting part.
The top 10 teams would receive the holy water.
Those who were familiar with the holy water knew that this item could not be measured by a price.
Every drop of holy water was a priceless treasure.
When Clevelan finished announcing the top ten teams, the crowd quieted down.
Holy water, the object of everyone’s dreams.
There were many images related to holy water on the Internet, but their authenticity still needed to be examined.
Everyone was filled with curiosity, including Wang Zhixing’s group.
They really wanted to see what the legendary holy water was.
Clevelan scanned the crowd. He knew what they were thinking.
Using holy water as a reward this time was also a huge risk.
If they could not convert it into an equivalent amount of money, the losses would be disastrous.
Although holy water could not be measured with money, the value depended on the user.
For example, to Clevelan’s Wyatt family clan, money was power. And since they had channels to obtain the holy water, holy water was not as precious to them.
Still, it was not something that could be given away casually.
In short, the holy water they would distribute for this event was well spent.
…
There was a moment of silence.
The collection of gold began.
The teams in the top ten placings had all killed more than 300 experimental subjects.
The Immortal Sect had killed more than half of the experimental subjects.
For this, they didn’t receive gold in pieces but in boxes.
This time, they obtained a total of three large chests, and there was still half a chest left.
But to Wang Zhixing’s group, money was like dirt. They did not care how much gold there was.
They cared about the holy water.
Wang Zhixing glanced at the boxes of gold, and an idea struck him.
This much gold is not completely useless.
I can give the gold to the brothers in the weapon forging room.
He remembered that gold was an indispensable forging material.
They would definitely be very touched to receive so much of it.
In the future, they’ll definitely help when I ask them to refine a magical artifact, right?
At this thought, Wang Zhixing suddenly felt that he had killed too few experimental subjects.
If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have given the others a chance to kill them at all.
Forget it! If I’m put in such a situation again, I’ll have to consider many aspects. I won’t be so stupid like I was this time. I’ll treat this as a lesson.
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At this point, Clevelan pulled out a box with a high-tech gloss.
At this moment, everyone’s eyes were focused on the box.
Because they could all guess that after the gold was distributed, it would be time for the holy water.
