Chapter 59: Top Six
The cheers in the Bara Colosseum gradually subsided. The participants on the field had not yet drawn lots; at least an hour remained before the fourth round of the Strongest Warrior Battle would begin.
The fourth round adopted an elimination points system. With a total of 167 participants, each contestant would have to fight an average of four matches, including elimination rounds and resurrection rounds. As long as they weren't dead, they still had a chance.
After the four major rounds of combat concluded, regardless of how many people remained, the top ten in combat points would successfully advance to the fifth round.
This round tested pure strength. There was no forfeiting before stepping onto the field. If someone wanted to forfeit, they had to wait at least five minutes after the battle started. To obtain resources through the Strongest Warrior Battle, one had to risk their life.
In fact, even the right to forfeit in the fourth round was a kind of reward—an acknowledgment that the participants had fought their way to the fourth round. It also meant that after reaching this stage, the participants had a chance to walk away unscathed.
Compared to the participants on the sandy field, some spectators in the stands were also nervous. After all, those fighting on the sand were their clansmen, friends, or even their relatives or lovers.
Of course, this type of spectator only made up a portion. The remaining majority of the audience had relaxed expressions. The representatives sent by their races had long since died in the first three rounds. It was unlikely that the relatives or friends of the deceased would come to watch; those who came were mostly fellow clansmen looking for entertainment.
In the seating area of Arcane Eternal Star, this section occupied one-tenth of the entire spectator stands. Adjacent to it was the seating area of the Demon Race.
Do not assume that the spellcasters of Arcane Eternal Star all wore magic robes—that was their attire during battle. The younger generation of spellcasters dressed in various styles.
Compared to the younger spellcasters, the older ones all wore magic robes. They had experienced too many battles, and being without their robes made them feel somewhat uncomfortable.
At this moment, if not for the restraint of Arcane Eternal Star's higher-ups, some young spellcasters would already be verbally sparring with the young demons next door. The situation was similar on the other side. It could only be said that young people were hot-blooded, and conflicts were normal. Having great power did not make one emotionless or desireless.
"The sunlight is too blinding. Ah, I really want to go back to the Magic Tower."
A spellcaster in his early twenties, wearing loose pajamas, squinted his eyes. His skin was very pale, the result of staying indoors for long periods. This homebody was the Wind Prince of Arcane Eternal Star.
"You rebellious son, shut up."
A voice full of authority came. A middle-aged man with some stubble on his face—just one glance gave the impression of a righteous person—spoke. He was sitting beside the Wind Prince, his father, the Fierce Wind King, one of the high-ranking members of Arcane Eternal Star.
"Father, your old lover from the Feather Race has also arrived. How about I go say hello for you..."
Before the Wind Prince could finish, he felt his father's gaze turn dangerous. The mountain-like 'fatherly love strike' might be coming.
"It's really hard on Hugh. That lazy guy actually came to participate in the Strongest Warrior Battle. Father, look, they're coming over."
The Wind Prince stood up. Seeing his expression, the Fierce Wind King's face softened a bit. His son was finally taking the initiative to socialize with others—this was a huge improvement.
"Hugh, over here. Bai Ye, how have you been lately?"
The first part of the Wind Prince's words pleased the Fierce Wind King, but the latter part made him feel something was off. The name 'Bai Ye' sounded familiar.
Suddenly, the Fierce Wind King remembered—Kukulin Bai Ye, the Law Destroyer of Reincarnation Paradise!
Realizing this, the Fierce Wind King's cheek twitched almost imperceptibly. His expression seemed to suggest he was about to slap the Wind Prince all the way to the last row.
Three rows in front of the Wind King father and son, Mage Sage Seraphilia was watching the sandy field below. She wore a white magic robe and a hood, revealing only the lower half of her face. Her fair skin made Seraphilia look at most around thirty years old.
Beneath the white hood, Seraphilia's pupils were golden, seemingly containing endless magic runes within them. Elements were twisted, enslaved, and ultimately devoured.
Did spellcasters not know what would happen after the elemental system collapsed? No, they knew better than anyone. But once a spellcaster's power exceeded a certain level, they needed to use magic runes to devour natural elements. Otherwise, the magic pathways within their bodies would develop major problems.
It wasn't ignorance—it was necessity. This led to the hostile stance between spellcasters and Law Destroyers. Interestingly, if a spellcaster and a Law Destroyer stood together, the first impression outsiders would have was that the spellcaster was the righteous side, while the Law Destroyer looked like a villain.
This situation arose because Law Destroyers simply didn't care about image or reputation. They did whatever they wanted. Having a bad reputation was even better—it helped maintain elemental balance.
As long as their notoriety was fierce enough, those who intended to disrupt elemental balance would have to think twice before doing certain things. Because what they faced was a group of Law Destroyers who refused to listen to any explanation.
This also had its benefits. No matter what shocking things the Law Destroyers did, the various void races could calmly accept it—after all, they were already used to it.
Su Xiao stood on the sandy field, slightly tilting his head up, locking eyes with Mage Sage Seraphilia in the stands. After a moment, a smile appeared on Su Xiao's face.
He raised his right arm, and a crystal layer spread across his hand, eventually forming a crystal sculpture.
"Gillian."
Seraphilia murmured softly, the corners of her mouth curling up. Her boiling killing intent was completely undisguised.
With a crack, Su Xiao crushed the crystal sculpture in his hand and stepped toward the participant seating area. The lottery was about to begin.
Su Xiao was certainly not provoking Seraphilia. He was merely trying to confirm something. Unfortunately, that woman didn't show her emotions on her face—the probing attempt failed.
Just as he reached the participant seating area, Su Xiao noticed that most of the contestants had already taken their seats. He glanced at the back of his hand, where the void number '16' was marked. This number would be used until the end of the fourth round of the Strongest Warrior Battle.
He sat down in the seat marked '16'. Coincidentally, the seat marked '17' was occupied by an acquaintance—the Young Miss of the Feather Race, Shangyue.
As Su Xiao sat down, Shangyue's entire demeanor soured. But with so many people watching, she could only maintain her composure.
"Don't draw the top six. Goddess of Fortune, please protect me. Don't let me draw those six monsters, or I'm dead for sure..."
A chubby young man in seat '18' muttered to himself. His head was wrapped in bandages. He was a Speech Spirit Clan member, proficient in barrier-type abilities.
"Top six?"
Shangyue, sitting next to him, looked puzzled. The chubby young man glanced at Shangyue and smiled from the bottom of his heart. In most cases, sycophants didn't end well, but for the goddess of the Feather Race, the chubby young man was willing to go all out.
"Miss Shangyue, after the previous three rounds, I've gathered intelligence on the six strongest individuals. Do you want to know?"
"Yes."
With such a good opportunity, Shangyue naturally wouldn't miss it.
"No problem. I can't judge the ranking of the top six's strength yet, but their danger levels are easy to estimate."
The chubby young man's words not only attracted Shangyue but also Bubu Wang, who was crouching at Su Xiao's feet, turning his gaze.
"First, the least dangerous among the top six is Hugh of Arcane Eternal Star. His strength is unfathomable, but he has an easygoing personality. As long as you don't actively provoke him and have no old grudges, the probability of surviving a fight with him is over eighty percent."
The chubby young man's words made Shangyue nod. Indeed, Hugh's character was famously good throughout the void.