"This area has been basically cleared."
On a certain high ground, Logo stood with his hands behind his back. The light formed by his Eye of Insight was like mercury spilling onto the ground, penetrating everywhere. Every mountain, rock, grass and tree was pierced through. No hiding place could escape his notice. The vast land and complex terrain were as clear as the lines on the palm of his hand in his eyes.
"If it were just about qualifying for the Tier One of the competition, I would be satisfied long ago, but..."
Logo slightly raised his eyes, his gaze intense, like the midday sun, radiant and dazzling.
He came here this time to make a name for himself.
The martial spirit of the Gendaya Tribe dictates that only those who are strong enough and exceptionally talented can win the attention of all parties.
However, Logo didn't know was that if the Grand Elder knew what he was thinking, he would definitely explode in anger and say, "You brat, please keep a low profile!"
"Since that's the case, then let's continue killing."
The low murmurs, carried by the warm, intoxicating breeze, created a harmonious blend of murderous intent and gentle warmth.
The Martial Arts Tournament is divided into three stages.
Elimination based on points, survival and treasure hunt, and arena battles.
We are currently in the Tier One.
There are two conditions for advancing.
First, we need to get through this Tier One the competition, which is only one day.
Secondly, getting ten points is equivalent to defeating ten opponents.
Under these rules, those with strong skills can quickly advance in the early stages of the competition, preventing them from losing to other strong competitors and thus losing their qualification for subsequent matches.
Those with average skills largely depend on luck. If their hiding skills are good, they can still advance, but that's very difficult to achieve.
Of course, none of the above has much to do with Logo. He now possesses the ability to rampage through the Mid-Rank Transcendent stage. Others are afraid of him, not the other way around.
Therefore, wherever Logo went, there were exhilarating massacres.
Behind him, five sniper rifles, like the eyes of God of Death, fired bullets without mercy, tearing through layers of airflow and creating a piercing, ear-piercing whistle, delivering temporary death to each contestant with perfect precision, hitting vital points with every shot.
Such outstanding performances naturally attracted the attention of more and more viewers. Because Logo is very handsome and his way of killing enemies is elegant and classy, he has attracted a lot of attention from female viewers.
Of course, these people are all humanoid races. After all, different races have different aesthetic standards. In the eyes of the slime monsters, Logo is an ugly monster.
In the indigo palace, Qiya cupped her face in her hands, quietly watching the projection in front of her. The light reflected in her beautiful eyes seemed to be fixed on the young man, unwilling and unable to look away.
As the White Wolf Duke, who was raised with extremely strict discipline from a young age, Qiya possesses things that ordinary people cannot imagine: a vast amount of resources, teachers who are at least at the Legendary level, a loyal army and servants at her beck and call, and a large castle large enough Containment house tens of thousands of people at the same time...
Everything about her made the world envious, and made them almost forget that she had another identity—a woman.
Gendaya People is deeply ingrained, this does not mean that the women of the tribe lack femininity. On the contrary, Gendaya women after marriage are almost all exemplary wives and mothers.
As the saying goes, you gain something, but you also lose something else.
Qiya's century of trials and tribulations have endowed her with unparalleled combat strength and military skills sufficient to command large armies in battle, but she lacks only the ability to deal with matters of the heart.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this that Logo's sudden appearance so easily captured the girl's entire attention and tenderness.
The first time you see light, it's always strangely dazzling yet warm, and you'll never forget it.
So, at some point, the one who took the initiative changed from Logo to Qiya.
Although for some reason, Logo wasn't particularly happy deep down, the girl's affection for him was pure and unadulterated, burning intensely and without any pretense.
In this respect, she is no different from other Gendaya girls: if she likes someone, she will express it, pursue them, and release her love. What is hidden will never be called liking.
At the foot of a mountain, the water rippled, reflecting Logo's agile figure leaping about. This time, there was no barrage of comments, only superb fighting skills and terrifyingly fast reflexes.
"He... is he really an alchemist?" A girl dressed in a strange outfit made of woven feathers stared wide-eyed at the girl in disbelief.
Three other Transcendent individuals stood beside her.
They were a burly man in black armor, a tiger-headed man, and a cold-looking man carrying a black heavy sniper rifle.
"No doubt about it, this guy is indeed a professional alchemist. Didn't you see the golden-blue flames burning on his body? That's the Fire of Birth, the absolute symbol of an alchemist," the black-armored giant sneered.
"Of course I know that, but the scene before me is just too incongruous. From head to toe, he doesn't look like an alchemist at all; he looks more like a martial artist!" the girl in the feather dress muttered.
"Alright, enough chatting. You've seen it all. Make a decision quickly, whether to make a move or not. I don't want to just sit here doing nothing." The tiger-headed man said coldly, arms crossed.
"Of course we have to make a move. This guy practically wiped out half of our region. He must be incredibly famous now. If the four of us can kill him, we'll definitely become famous overnight."
"Besides, we've already accumulated enough points to advance to the Tier One. We have no worries about the future. It's just a test with no cost. If we succeed, everyone will be happy. If we fail, we won't lose anything, right?"
The girl in the feathered robe looked around, her clear voice carrying a subtle allure that cast a shadow over the group, leading them to make what they believed to be the most sensible decision.
Half an hour later, Logo stopped in an area littered with rocks and chuckled, "Come out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, four people surrounded him from all sides, looking at the calm and composed young man with wary expressions.
"Do it!"
The tiger-headed man, the most impatient of all, leaped high into the air, his claws outstretched, and with a deafening, explosive force, pounced fiercely on Logo.
However, Logo remained unmoved by this situation, simply turning around and leaving the black-armored giant rushing from the east behind.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, and a spiraling bullet hurtled towards them at lightning speed. Logo remained calm and fired his own shot. The two bullets collided with a clang and fell to the ground as discs.
"Impossible!" The unfamiliar sniper was shocked. At such close range, it would be extremely difficult to dodge a bullet fired by a two-star heavy sniper rifle, let alone shoot it down in an attack-to-attack manner.
However, what he saw before him told him the stark reality that the other party was an extremely dangerous gunman.
Pfft!
Just as the two guns clashed, a spray of blood appeared. The tiger-headed man's eyes widened, and he plummeted from mid-air with a thud. After sliding a distance, he lay prostrate at Logo's feet, trembling as he tried to stand up again, but to no avail.
The girl in the feathered dress stepped forward with a grin, pulled a slender, sharp dagger from behind the tiger-headed man, casually wiped it on his body a few times, and then began to twirl it in her hand.
"You actually betrayed us?" The burly man in black armor slammed on the brakes. He was stunned by what he saw. His mind went blank for a moment, and then a series of thoughts flashed through his mind like thunder.
This girl in the feathered robe is actually in cahoots with Logo.
"Fishing!!"
The burly man in black armor said through gritted teeth.
"Congratulations on finally finding it! As a reward, how about I, your newly recognized elder brother, escort you away?" The girl in the feathered dress grinned, revealing two sharp little tiger teeth, making her look mischievous.
Upon hearing his words, Logo remained silent and did not launch an attack, for a ripple appeared in his eyes, indicating that someone was secretly watching.
"The outcome is still uncertain." The burly man in black armor coldly finished speaking, then leaped high into the air. The girl in the feathered dress initially thought he was going to fight to the death, but the thick-browed, big-eyed fellow turned around and slipped away.
That speed was unparalleled, truly befitting Seventh-Tier Transcendent being.
"Let's hurry and chase after them!" the girl in the feathered dress said quickly.
Logo remained unmoved. Apart from his skill in escaping, the black-armored giant was nothing special, so he didn't care whether the other party escaped or not.
Now he focuses more on the battle process.
His gaze sharpened, fixed on a certain spot. "Sir, are you not planning to come out? Or should I go and invite you personally?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the five Black Hole gun barrels shifted their direction, looking at the young man who slowly walked out from the shadows with a look of alarm.
The girl in the feathered dress was startled at first, then she also turned her gaze to the other person. At such close range, she hadn't noticed any clues that the other person was hiding.
You see, she's an expert at hiding. Although she was discovered and captured by Logo, no Transcendent of the same level could detect her disguise and concealment.
Similarly, those with the ability to Concealment from the eyes of the girl in the feathered robe are few and far between.
With extremely faint footsteps, a pale-skinned Mela People came into view. He looked to be about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, wearing a loose white robe that revealed part of his muscular chest.
This person had an indifferent expression, yet seemed to possess some kind of extremely tenacious spirit. Occasionally, a divine brilliance would flash across his eyes, though it was perhaps an illusion.
But Logo would never think that way. He stared intently at the young man in front of him, his Eye of Insight gleaming, extracting strands of information from the door, which eventually converged into a panel before his eyes.
After quickly scanning the information panel, Logo's expression froze, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes. He suddenly raised his head and stared at the person in front of him, scrutinizing him carefully, thinking he had misread the person.
"You're not mistaken, it's Divine Apostle, but how is that possible? The Crimson Alliance doesn't believe in gods. Could it be that their God-Creation Project has succeeded?"
Thoughts raced through his mind, and for a moment, Logo was overwhelmed with a myriad of emotions.
The Mela People who came out from the opposite side saw that he didn't move, so they didn't move either. The two remained silent and increased the distance between them.
The girl in the feathered robe is acting strangely; they haven't started fighting yet after meeting. Could it be that they know each other?
But judging from his expression, it doesn't seem like it. What exactly is he up to?
"Since we can't see anything, let's test it out." Logo's eyes narrowed slightly, and the Fire of Birth burned behind him. This special energy, which only professional alchemists possess, can control weapons and unleash two to two hundred percent of their performance.
As energy was infused, intricate Alchemical Runes lit up one after another from the gun body, adding a layer of mystery to these technological weapons.
Bang!
Five shots were fired simultaneously, and bullets burst forth.
At the same time, the girl in the feathered dress vanished, transforming into a ghost and lunging at the young man opposite her.
Upon seeing this, the latter remained completely unmoved, his face truly indifferent, like ancient ice, showing no regard for anything except his faith in the gods.
However, the Alliance sent them here to test their combat capabilities and, incidentally, to demonstrate their strength.
Years ago, the Crimson Alliance promoted its God-Creation Project.
At the time, nobody wanted to trust the Alliance, but at least there was some advance preparation, right?
Everyone knows how beneficial it would be to the development of a faction if it could create followers of gods, and it would also serve as a powerful deterrent to the outside world. After all, no one knows how many followers the Alliance has, or how long it has been secretly developing them.
It's a mix of truth and deception, making it difficult to discern the real from the fake.
"In that case... I'll shatter the Mist surrounding you and see how an imperial-level power that can't even leave its own plane can accomplish what even those great Astral Realm civilizations couldn't." As the bullet flew away, Logo's lips curled into a cold smile.
Five bullets, like flashes of white lightning, streaked across the sky and arrived before the young man, two in front and three behind, blocking all his escape routes.
However, judging from the young man's next actions, he probably never intended to solve the problem by dodging.
Tear!!
The dark blue blade sliced through the air with a sound like tearing silk, only slightly slower than the speed of a bullet.
The speed of a short-range surprise attack is astonishing; if it were an assassination from the shadows, the threat would undoubtedly be even greater. Of course, the threat is already considerable.
Surrounded by bullets and assassins, Marduk, the Divine Apostle from the Crimson Alliance, slowly opened his arms towards the sky.
Buzz!!
A strange wave spread out like flowing water, and then, a dazzling golden light shone on the surface of Marduk's body, and in an instant, he became like a statue cast in gold.
Moreover, behind him, countless golden rays converged, transforming into two broad wings that gently fluttered as he floated up.
Ding ding ding!!
A crisp clanging sound echoed through the sky as the three bullets fell one after another, leaving only two lodged in Marduk's muscles.
Boom!!
With divine light shining forth, Marduk, as if transformed into Angel, swept away the flies before him and soared into the sky, heading straight for Logo.