Chapter 540: Great Free-for-All Arena (3k)
While Su Jiu and Anna hid, several more dark-skinned people appeared in the air. They stood on tiptoe, and from this angle, one could still vaguely see Amos among these dark-skinned figures.
In front of him was a Frost Ghost with an even more powerful aura. Several small skulls hung around his neck, seemingly like special alchemical items, and even Amos showed him a respectful attitude.
Su Jiu could sense the approximate strength of that person; it was definitely a very strong Demigod. Amos would likely be eliminated in the first round, and it was highly probable that this person was the true contender for the Frost Ghost.
However, being only at the Demigod level, it was nothing to fear.
“Sister Su, are you worried about Amos?”
Anna noticed Su Jiu looking up at the Frost Ghosts with a distant gaze, assuming she was worried about Amos, with whom they had a past conflict. She tugged at Su Jiu’s sleeve and reminded her, “He’s quite strong, but he’s not actually that powerful among these contenders. Uncle Bear can easily subdue him with one hand.”
As if fearing Su Jiu might misunderstand, she added again, “Like before in the palace, Father wasn’t expressing support, it was just polite talk.”
“I know…”
Sensing Anna’s concern, Su Jiu withdrew her gaze, playfully reaching out to pat the loli’s head. Her silly demeanor was somewhat similar to E Huo’s. She then lightly chuckled, “It’s not that I’m worried about him. It’s just that beside him, I saw the real contender for the competition, and their strength is barely passable.”
“Barely passable strength… could it be late-stage High-Rank Battle King?”
Lolina blinked, seeming not to fully understand Su Jiu’s meaning. She gently tugged at Su Jiu’s hem with one hand and asked in confusion.
Because they needed to hide, many personnel were chosen by the Snow Empress on her behalf, and people from the Ancient God Sect and Stanford University were unaware of this.
After leaving the palace last time, she quietly asked Uncle Bear if he had fought with Su Jiu. The latter honestly confessed everything, saying he had fought with Su Jiu, indicating that Su Jiu at least had the means of a High-Rank Battle King.
“No, to be precise, it should be a Frost Ghost at the late Demigod stage.”
Su Jiu chuckled lightly, thinking that if she were still at the Half-King level, she wouldn’t dare to clash with him. However, if she activated the three-stage Elegy with her Ghost Car Avatar, she could almost instantly kill the opponent with the burst of [Crescent Moon One Dream].
Of course, this was a competition, and Su Jiu wouldn’t do such a thing, provided those wretched Frost Ghosts didn’t offend her.
“Late Demigod stage?! Why would Father let someone of this level participate?”
Upon hearing that it was late Demigod stage, Anna’s small face was filled with shock, and a hint of displeasure appeared on it. She truly did not want the Frost Ghosts, who were enemies of the Snow Demons, to become the National Master…
“The Grand Prince has his own difficulties. Not allowing Battle God level participants is already his extreme. Come… do you want to eat this red velvet cake? It’s very delicious.”
Taking out the cake she bought at the human market from her ring, Su Jiu smiled and handed it to Lolina beside her, then continued to wait for the competition to begin.
Taking the cake, Anna looked at Su Jiu, who seemed relaxed. She still couldn’t understand why the latter always had such a nonchalant attitude, especially when it was a Demigod!
Oh right, this Sister Su seems to be an Alchemist. Could she have alchemical items specifically for them? After all, according to the competition rules, her self-made alchemical items were also considered part of her strength.
…
“Amos, have people from other races with Battle God levels sent anyone?”
In the sky, the cold Frost Ghost Su Jiu mentioned scanned the crowd below with a faint gaze, then spoke. His voice had a grating sound like a small knife scratching glass, with a hint of indifference.
“Heh heh, Cousin Kantu’er, I specifically went to the Snow Empress’s palace to gauge the situation. Currently, there are roughly three factions: Demons, Ancient God Sect, and Stanford University. The Snow Brown Bear is not participating, and our side, the higher-ranking Demon races like the Storm Tiger and Snow Cloud Werewolf, have sent Demigod level contenders.”
Amos no longer had the arrogance he displayed in the palace. He looked at the VIP seats with considerable apprehension and said cautiously,
“I don’t know why the people from the Ancient God Sect have come. We thought the Snow Empress would use these people as we did, but wouldn’t allow them to be involved in national affairs. I didn’t expect that foolish old man to allow humans to intervene.”
“Anyone can be foolish, but this Grand Prince is not. He’s just trying to breed a ‘gu’ [a type of parasitic magic], letting these ‘worms’ kill each other.”
With a faint smile, the Frost Ghost man called Kantu’er looked towards the highest position in the audience stands. The Snow Empress sat there quietly, and as if sensing him, she slightly raised her head and smiled, nodding at him.
“As for Stanford…”
Kantu’er returned the smile and nodded at her, then turned his gaze to the VIP seats. His eyes scanned a group of elders before finally resting on a thin, bald youth in a magic robe.
He narrowed his black eyes, commenting quite seriously, “He is very strong. There’s an invincible fist intent on him, and he might have even surpassed intent, reaching the Form Transformation stage. He could very well be a Demigod who advanced from an Invincible Battle King.”
Just as there are Peerless Battle Generals and titled Battle Generals at the Battle General level, at the Battle King level, if one can defeat a Demigod by exceeding their level, they are called an Invincible Battle King. If they can defeat a Battle God, they may be granted a special title.
“Then Cousin…” Amos asked worriedly. He clearly couldn’t defeat someone like that. His cousin was the most talented genius in their clan, and everything depended on him making a move.
“No need to worry. He is only at the early Demigod stage now, and his mastery of the rules won’t be very high. He cannot defeat me with just his fist techniques alone,” Kantu’er said with a faint smile, displaying the same arrogant expression as Amos, as if family resemblance extended to their dispositions.
At this moment, the elder behind them, who had been silent, also revealed his sinister white teeth, his gaze chillingly fixed on the VIP seats. He let out a strange laugh, “Young Master, Young Master Kantu’er, don’t worry too much. If we lose, this old man will intercept them on the road to the Ancient Imperial Capital of the Snow Demon. The Snow Empress will still give you the position.”
“At that time, we will have to trouble the Grand Elder. With your mid-stage Battle God strength, killing these people should be as easy as lifting a hand.”
Amos looked at him with surprise, while Kantu’er nodded calmly. The Grand Elder’s purpose for coming along was to act as a backup.
Hearing this suggestion, Amos voiced his concern, “The Tenth Elders of the Snow Demons all have strength above the mid-stage Battle God level. It is said that a neutral party will be responsible for supervising the competition and escorting the members.”
The old man shook his head and said calmly, “Young Master, you don’t need to worry about this. I’ll kill the participants, not fight with them at the risk of being seen. It’s more than enough.”
…
The following time was spent as usual in waiting for the competition participants to arrive. Finally, with a bell sound from afar, the Snow Empress slowly stood up, waved her hand, and announced loudly:
“The second arena match begins! Please stay ten meters away from the arena! Sixty-five contestants, please take the stage!”
He paused, swept his gaze over the factions that had sent Demigods to compete, and his smile became even more radiant. He continued loudly,
“The rules are simple: in a free-for-all, the remaining six survivors will compete in a one-on-one arena match.”
Sitting on a stone chair under the pavilion, Su Jiu placed her phone in Anna’s hand. It had cached anime that E Huo was watching. She slowly stood up, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
“Was the original individual match order arranged by the Snow Empress a diversion?”
As the bell rang, the arena seemed to come alive with magic, emitting a “dong dong—” sound like an ancient beast about to awaken, resembling drumbeats.
“Boom!”
The next moment, eight giant tridents appeared around the stage with a “whoosh—” sound. The tridents were connected by chains as thick as an arm, appearing solemn and sacred, definitely not comparable to the style of an academy.
“Whoa!”
The air pressure on the stage rapidly increased. A massive surge of wind, accompanied by the surge of auras, rushed outwards, causing many onlookers to flinch back in horror.
Although this wind pressure was nothing to Battle King level powerhouses, anyone not at the Battle King level would be severely injured, if not killed, upon contact!
“This is…”
Su Jiu extended her hand to block the oncoming pressure, her brow furrowing slightly. The moment the arena rose, she seemed to sense a very mystical aura emanating from it, an aura she had only felt within [Night’s Domain]…
Similar, yet different.
As the air pressure subsided, the atmosphere in the square suddenly tensed. Figures soared into the air, carrying various colors of external energy. Almost anyone who could participate was not weak.
Even the Frost Ghost Kantu’er cursed, “Crafty old fox,” and flew up. Clearly, this reconfigured competition by the Snow Empress would not only divide the relationships among these other races but also allow the Snow Empress’s own hidden pawns to fish in troubled waters during the chaotic battle.
Su Jiu glanced at the fleeting figure of the Snow Brown Bear watching her from the shadows. She nodded slightly at him, then patted Anna’s head and whispered, “Stay here nearby and don’t run around.”
Anna glanced at the smartphone playing anime and quickly nodded. She absolutely had to ask her father to buy one of these things.
It was too interesting.
After everything was ready, Su Jiu stomped her foot and darted towards the arena. She had anticipated that the Snow Empress wouldn’t play by normal rules, and now it turned out as expected…
“Are we playing ‘King of the Hill’?”
The strongest few would definitely clash. Even a weaker “old turtle” might not be unable to advance to the finals. Su Jiu chuckled. Her physique was much smaller than those of the demonized forms, and she could also transform into a butterfly to escape.
She landed in a corner and noticed that some small demonic figures were also hiding here. Their gazes scanned each other, their eyes filled with caution towards each other.
In such a chaotic situation, being a “turtle” (a cautious player) always saves more effort than a strong player. If one can turtle, they can achieve victory in the next step. However, at the same time, most people knew that the selection for this round was extremely strict and cruel.
Not far from Su Jiu, a thin, bald youth dressed as a magician was leaning against a chain, eating pizza and drinking vodka. His magician’s cloak reminded Su Jiu of his identity—
Someone from Stanford University.
As if noticing Su Jiu, the bald youth took a gulp of vodka and chuckled, asking:
“Hey! Blood race over there, you’ve got the smell of a Dragon Country lackey on you. Aren’t you one of us?”
