Chapter 2184: Deciding the Top Hundred Battle
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"He is Yin Jiu." Jing said calmly. Lin Feng's expression froze. Having spent so many days in Shen Xiao City, he naturally knew who Yin Jiu was.
"Lang Xiao's First Lord." Lin Feng's voice was icy cold. No wonder. Lang Xiao's First Lord, Yin Jiu, cultivated the Art of Rest, the Dao of Illusory Dreams, capable of killing without shadow or form, silently and soundlessly, causing people to rest, to sleep, to sink into eternal slumber, slowly falling into death on their own. Just now, Qing Feng had fallen into his Resting Killing Art. Qing Feng's body was injured, and she was struck unexpectedly. That formless, shadowless killing was something many didn't even realize they were under attack from, which was why Qing Feng had easily fallen into the state of Rest.
"What just happened?" Qing Feng was held by Lin Feng, her heart trembling slightly as she whispered. Just now, that dream had felt so real. She had almost walked toward an abyss from which there was no return, but Lin Feng had called her back. And now, hearing the conversation between Lin Feng and Jing, it seemed that was no ordinary dream, but a real one. Just now, she had indeed experienced such a summons.
Thinking of this, a faint trace of shyness flashed across Qing Feng's face.
"If the next round of battle is still this dangerous, then give up." Lin Feng said calmly. At this moment, Jun Moxi and the others walked over one by one, landing on this mountain peak. The battle just now had indeed been very dangerous. Now, they still didn't know what the rules of the next round would be. If it was a one-on-one clash and they once again encountered Chu Chunqiu or that Heavenly Soul Saint and those fellows, they probably still wouldn't be able to contend, including any of the Nine Heavens' First Lords.
After all, although the Nine Heavens' First Lords might not necessarily be the strongest person from each of the nine continents, they at least represented the peak Martial Emperor strength of that continent, almost standing at the pinnacle of that realm within a continent. How vast was a continent? How many monstrous geniuses were there? Take Qing Xiao Continent, for example: eighteen Heavenly Lord main cities, over a dozen academies, numerous ancient clans and ancient saint clans, producing countless prodigies. How could the one standing at the peak be an ordinary person?
"This round of battle should be ending soon, right?" At this moment, Jing murmured softly. Lang Xie, Hou Qinglin, Jun Moxi, and the others all stood there quietly, in silence. They had once been extremely dazzling figures anywhere, yet on the stage of the Nine Heavens Assembly, they faced life-and-death crises, were treated as prey. The battle stage, filled with oppression and crisis, made them deeply realize that the road beneath their feet was still very long, and they had to walk forward step by step. Of course, they would not easily give up on the Nine Heavens Assembly. This was the necessary path to the pinnacle of martial arts. They would fight until the last moment, until they could no longer fight.
Of course, those who experienced life-and-death crises were not only them. Many people in this space were constantly hunting others or being hunted as prey. Except for those at the peak, no one was without crisis. The number of strong individuals in this space world was also continuously decreasing, either dying or using the scepter to escape. Gradually, it was getting closer and closer to the two hundred quota.
Outside the battle space, the eyes of the people and those in Shen Xiao City were still fixed on the battlefield of the Nine Heavens Assembly. No matter how long the battle lasted, they would watch there, unwilling to miss it. This level of competition, once every hundred years, was the highest level of confrontation on the Nine Heavens Continent. If they missed it, they would have to wait another hundred years for a chance to see it. How could they not cherish this opportunity?
"Almost there. This round is about to end. Those who remain are even more talented monstrous figures." The crowd looked at the number of people in the space battlefield. At this moment, there were probably only a little over two hundred left.
"Mm. Probably the top twenty to thirty positions can already be roughly seen, almost locked down by those figures. It will be very difficult for others to squeeze in."
"Who do you think can enter the top ten seats of the Nine Heavens Assembly?" someone asked.
"Hua Qingfeng has already secured the first seat. It won't be easy to push him out. Even if he falls back, he can't leave the top three. Also, that person skilled in array dao is very terrifying and has a chance to impact the top three positions. Besides that, the other eight of the Nine Heavens' First Lords are all candidates for the top ten. That's already ten people. Plus Chu Chunqiu, who is temporarily ranked fifth, and that person skilled in soul power who fought alongside him just now, they also have a chance to impact the top ten seats. Very formidable."
"These people are naturally the strongest batch. Of course, there are also many famous figures from Shen Xiao City. That monk from the Holy Mountain, I've heard his strength is very terrifying, right? The Idle Man is also very powerful. Thirty people can probably be counted easily. It's just unknown how many from the other continents can contend with the geniuses of Shen Xiao City."
"Indeed. Those geniuses from Shen Xiao City are all very terrifying. And that beautiful woman with the Fire Phoenix wings just now, she was very powerful. And Lin Feng, who fought with Chu Chunqiu, he cut down Lei Dongtian, also very strong. The two of them probably have no problem making the top fifty. If they get a bit stronger, they have a chance to impact the top thirty positions."
The crowd discussed the strength of the various individuals. At this moment, a dazzling light flashed. Instantly, everyone fighting in the space world felt a powerful pressure descend upon them, making them feel as if they were bearing the weight of the heavens. All battles stopped at this moment.
"Everyone, stop fighting immediately." A voice spread out, enveloping the void. That world disappeared without a trace. The crowd found themselves once again on the platform. The distance between each person had become very close, as if it had just been an enlarged version of the platform world. Mysterious and wonderful.
At this moment, countless killing intents were released, wreaking havoc in the void, with murderous intent lurking everywhere. Many people had just engaged in life-and-death slaughter inside, so naturally, their killing aura was very heavy. Many stared at those who had attacked them, wishing they could fight another fierce battle.
But since the strongman of the Fate Temple had already spoken, it meant this round of battle was over. Naturally, they couldn't make a move anymore. If they wanted to continue, they would probably have to wait for the next battle.
"Those who remain, return to your own stone pillars." The Prophet said calmly. Immediately, the figures flashed and returned to their respective positions. Among them, there were many empty spots, clearly those who had been eliminated. Moreover, the empty spots at the back were obviously more numerous. The crowd could naturally understand: those ranked lower came out later in the first round, so it was normal for their talent and strength to be inferior.
The Prophet waved his hand, and instantly, stone pillars disappeared one by one, leaving only two hundred pillars and two hundred strong individuals. Then, light shone on the stone pillars, enveloping the crowd. In an instant, the numbers above everyone's heads changed. The stone pillars rolled and moved simultaneously, chaotic yet orderly, with consistent spacing.
The numbers above the heads of those at the front of the ranking did not change, because none of those ahead had been eliminated. Lin Feng's number changed from one hundred and thirty-five to one hundred and five. Out of the five hundred-person army, three hundred were eliminated, but only thirty people ahead of him were eliminated, showing that the strength of those ahead of him was clearly much greater than those behind.
"Next, we need to select the top one hundred seats. This round will actually be simpler. The Nine Heavens Assembly has progressed to this point, and the top hundred seats should appear." The Prophet said calmly. "The rules for the next duel are: the person in the first seat fights the person in the two hundredth seat, the person in the second seat fights the person in the one hundred and ninety-ninth seat. The victor stays, the loser is eliminated. If the person in the lower seat wins, they replace the other's ranking."
The hearts of those ranked at the back sank, their expressions stiff. They knew that this would likely be their last battle in the Nine Heavens Assembly. They were about to face the strongest few of the Nine Heavens Assembly.
"The Nine Heavens Assembly is fair. Being ranked high in the first round naturally gives you some advantage, allowing you to fight those behind. Those ranked low are at a complete disadvantage." The crowd thought to themselves. After this round, the top hundred seats would be decided. Those hundred people would be among the most dazzling figures of the past hundred years. Moreover, they would continue to duel and rearrange the seats.
"Now, start with the person in the first seat. The battle must take place within that light curtain. If you concede, press your handprint on the light curtain, and the light curtain will open, allowing you to leave the battle platform. Otherwise, life and death are not our concern." The Prophet said calmly. Instantly, in front of the stone pillars where the crowd was, rounds of light curtains emerged, enveloping the platform. On the light curtain, two hundred handprints appeared, which could open the light curtain. Otherwise, they had to fight to the death inside.
Shen Xiao's First Lord, Hua Qingfeng, stepped forward, placed his handprint on the light curtain, and then entered the battle platform inside. The person ranked two hundredth was a square-faced youth draped in a golden long robe. His gaze was sharp, and his aura was powerful, but everyone believed this battle would have no suspense.
The first ten or so battles, probably, would have no suspense.
The facts were as the crowd predicted. Hua Qingfeng walked out, carefree and boundless. His lips moved, and sword light flashed. Words were swords, endless. The world was filled with killing intent, with only sword will galloping freely, boundless, about to completely drown the opponent. Soon, the strongman opposite could no longer hold on. He sighed in his heart, pressed his palm on the handprint, exited the light curtain, and lost.