Being a Saint Since the Age of Myth

Both sides had mastered the use of attributes. One used water, the other fire, and the two countered each other. This battle was destined to be brutal.

After nearly half an hour of fierce fighting, Number Five, who used water-attribute power, won by a narrow margin, but suffered severe injuries as well.

The referee dared not delay and immediately escorted both of them out of the arena.

Soon, news of Odysseus's diagnosis came from the back.

Numbers Five and Six were too badly injured to recover anytime soon and could only withdraw from the contest for the Cloth with regret.

The spectators broke into a chorus of sighs, deeply regretting the outcome.

"That's good news for me, though!" The corners of Wuxin's mouth lifted.

With Numbers Five and Six withdrawing, he had two fewer competitors. He had already defeated Number Four, so he only needed to defeat Numbers One and Two to claim the final victory.

After nearly an hour of rest, the contest resumed.

This time, Wuxin's opponent was Number One, and they were scheduled to fight first.

He flipped straight down into the arena and made his way to its center.

Number One entered close behind him.

She was a young woman wearing a silver mask.

Though he could not see her face, she had a slender figure and straight legs, giving the impression of a highly agile opponent.

"Begin the battle!"

As the referee announced the start, Wuxin and his opponent charged toward each other in unspoken agreement.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Number One's legs lashed like whips as she used exceptionally nimble footwork to unleash a storm of fierce attacks on Wuxin.

This was Wuxin's first time facing an opponent who fought with kicks, and he struggled to keep up with her attacks. Though he was stronger than her, he found himself in a temporary stalemate.

After nearly a hundred exchanges of fierce fighting, he gradually figured out her attack patterns and adapted to her kicking assault.

He was ready to counterattack.

While blocking another whipping kick, he deliberately exposed an opening, moving a fraction too slowly.

That slight delay meant he failed to block the blow completely. The impact numbed his arm and forced him back several steps.

What a chance!

Number One's eyes lit up, and she immediately leaped into the air.

"Storm Iron Cone!"

She swiftly twisted at the waist, whipping up a terrifying storm that enveloped her entire body. Then, leading with her leg, she plunged down, transforming into a massive cone of wind that stabbed toward Wuxin.

Yet while she appeared to have caught Wuxin off guard, that was not actually the case.

Already prepared, Wuxin leaned his upper body backward the instant he was knocked back and braced his arms against the ground. Using that momentum, he raised his legs toward the sky and spread them to meet the falling wind cone.

"Cancer Pincer Death Grip!"

Having deliberately set this up, he easily avoided the wind cone's sharp tip and clamped it precisely from the sides.

Damn it!

Enveloped in the storm, Number One immediately sensed trouble. It felt as though her every move had been accounted for.

But she had no other choice now. If she could not withstand this blow, she might very well be finished.

At that thought, she made the storm spin even faster, pushing the wind cone's power to its limit, hoping only to break free of Wuxin's pincer grip.

Chapter 41: Shadow Number Two

Unfortunately, most of the wind cone's destructive power was concentrated at its tip. Its sides had little destructive force and could not withstand Wuxin's powerful clamp at all.

Bang!

The wind cone instantly scattered, and the Saint Candidate Number One inside was caught firmly between Wuxin's legs.

However, this was only a match, not a battlefield where he was killing enemies. Wuxin had to hold back some of his strength. As he clamped onto her, he twisted at the waist and slammed her hard behind him.

Boom!

Number One crashed heavily into the ground, leaving a large crater plainly visible in its surface.

Wuxin did not stop. While she was still dazed from the impact, he lunged forward, seized her by the throat, and lifted her with one hand.

With just a little more force, he could snap her neck.

Seeing this, the Saint acting as referee immediately entered the arena.

"The match is decided. Number Three wins!"

Only after hearing the verdict did Wuxin release his right hand and lower Number One, whose face had flushed red from being unable to breathe.

Number One said nothing more. She merely gave him a resentful look, then promptly left the arena.

Wuxin returned happily to the stands amid the crowd's cheers.

Soon, the second match began, with Number Two facing Number Four.

Number Four was no match for him, and Number Two claimed victory.

With that, Number Two and Wuxin had won the same number of matches.

Looks like the final winner will be either me or Number Two! Wuxin realized as he watched the pair leave the arena.

However, he had already watched several of Number Two's fights, and his opponent could not pose much of a threat to him. In other words, he had all but secured the final victory.

"Looks like I should congratulate you in advance!" Manigoldo walked over and teased him with a smile.

With his discerning eye, he could naturally judge the outcome of the final match.

"The final showdown hasn't started yet. No one knows what might happen! It's too early for congratulations, senior brother!" Wuxin said, spreading his hands.

Manigoldo took no notice. Leaning against the railing in front of him, he said casually, "Judging by that guy's performance, unless he's hiding his strength, he probably won't be a match for you."

"Unless you do something stupid and let him catch a fatal opening!"

As he spoke, he turned back and gave Wuxin a meaningful look.

"Don't worry. I definitely won't give him a chance!" Wuxin nodded solemnly.

After half an hour of rest, the final showdown finally began.

Wuxin and the Saint Candidate Number Two entered the arena at the same time.

He was a thin, small man, a little shorter than Wuxin, who specialized in dark-attribute power, something rarely seen in Sanctuary.

After all, in everyone's minds, dark-attribute power was essentially a symbol of evil. Thus, they instinctively rejected it, and few would study or use it.

Number Two before him was an exception.

Because this power attribute was so rare in Sanctuary, several of his previous opponents had been caught off guard and suffered considerably for it, losing their matches as a result.

However, having already seen his opponent's methods in battle, Wuxin was fully prepared and brimming with confidence.

On the other side, in contrast to his confidence, Number Two looked rather grim.

Presumably, his opponent had also seen the gap between them.

Damn it, why did a guy like this have to suddenly show up?! Number Two seethed inwardly.

If Wuxin had not suddenly appeared, he might very well have claimed the final victory this time.

Unfortunately, there were no ifs.

"Begin the battle!"

As the referee gave the order, Wuxin immediately charged forward.

Having already witnessed his fights, Number Two had no intention of meeting him head-on.

The shadow beneath his feet suddenly expanded, and his entire body sank into it, leaving Wuxin lunging at empty air.

Immediately afterward, Number Two swiftly sprang out of Wuxin's own shadow behind him and launched a surprise attack at his back.

But at that very instant, Wuxin abruptly stopped his forward charge, raised his left arm, and drove his elbow behind him.

Having already seen his opponent's methods, he had been constantly guarding against this kind of sneak attack through shadows.

Bam!

Number Two, who had just burst out of the shadow, had never expected this. With no time to defend himself, he took the blow squarely.

"Aah-!"

He screamed and was sent flying.

Wuxin did not hold back. He immediately gathered his Cosmo at his fingertip, then swiftly turned and thrust out a finger.

"Sekishiki Meikai Ha!"

Three silver streams of energy shot from his fingertip, darting toward Number Two like three nimble snakes.

"I won't admit defeat just like this!"

Number Two roared. The shadow on the ground seemed to come alive, rising into a large hand that seized one of his feet.

Whoosh!

Wuxin's Sekishiki shot past, but it did not hit its target, striking only Number Two's afterimage.

His opponent had used the shadow hand to pull himself back into the shadows just in time.

"Interesting, interesting!"

Having lost his target, Wuxin had no choice but to disperse the three streams of Sekishiki.

Sekishiki had to make direct contact with a living being to take effect and seize its soul.

Number Two had slipped into his shadow and concealed himself within it, precisely a domain Wuxin had difficulty reaching.

Shadows ignored physical attacks, as though he had hidden himself in another spatial dimension.

On the surface, shadows appeared to have no defensive power and could be pierced directly by Sekishiki. In reality, however, that was only how it looked. Sekishiki could not penetrate into the shadows at all.

Blocked by the shadow and unable to make direct contact with his opponent's actual body, it naturally could do nothing to him.