The ten-day Survival Battle ended, and with the spatial fluctuations surging around him, Logo's figure disappeared. On the recliner where he had been sitting, there was a pill formula made of animal hide, which the Uvaru People had obtained in exchange for their loyalty.
Equivalent exchange, the principle followed by alchemists.
As the light and shadow shifted, and cheers echoed from all directions, Logo found himself back above the square.
Along with him were several other Transcendent individuals, totaling three hundred, including Crassus and Caesar, who had also Survival Battle.
At this point, the Martial Arts Tournament entered its final stage: the ring match.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two hosts introduced the rules of the competition.
After saying this, Maliya raised her hand and waved it, and the Verdant Courtyard shone with a green Radiance. One after another, arenas that looked like they were carved from jade appeared out of thin air, crystal clear, reflecting a beautiful Radiance in the sunlight.
"The final stage of the Martial Arts Tournament will begin in one hour. Please be patient."
As the words echoed, Logo and the others landed and sat quietly in their designated spots for the contestants, waiting.
Crassus and Caesar sat down beside Logo, one on each side, like two great protectors.
"Boss, that damn Sword of the Kingdom is watching you," Crassus whispered.
"Look if you want, it won't hurt you." Logo seemed nonchalant.
Caesar chuckled. "After this Survival Battle, he's probably already feeling the pressure."
"Otherwise, I think he still doesn't respect our boss; he's just driven by curiosity," Crassus said, pursing his lips.
Not far away, Ademu's gaze narrowed slightly as he looked at the young man sitting calmly in his seat. He already knew what had happened during the Survival Battle, and he was undoubtedly very surprised that Logo had swept through the entire region single-handedly.
However, it wouldn't be accurate to say I was afraid.
In Ademu's opinion, while Logo's move was brilliant, it wasn't suitable for a ring match.
On the arena, within that small space, only blood splattered three steps ahead. He charged forward fearlessly, and no power could command him anymore.
"All external things are illusions; only oneself is true reliance." Muttering these words to himself, Ademu slowly closed his eyes, settling into meditation.
Time passed.
Soon, an hour passed, and the competition for the Lower Transcendent stage began.
Meanwhile, Logo and Mid-Rank Transcendent contestants, led by staff, arrived at the armory and began selecting equipment.
To ensure fairness in the Martial Arts Tournament, all weapons are standard equipment of the same grade, and participants can only choose three.
Alchemists, mechanical Transcendent, and other professionals who use weapons and equipment in combat receive special treatment: they can choose several items and have extra time to modify their equipment.
Logo selected a light mech and some equipment for medium- and long-range combat, then went to the modification room and got to work.
A few hours later, Logo walked out of the room, his black and red mech suit attracting a lot of attention.
"Wow, boss, your mech is so cool! It's way cooler than Sky Eagle." Crassus's eyes gleamed as he clawed at Logo's mech.
Logo smiled faintly, "Its performance is far inferior to the Sky Eagle, which is why it looks more imposing."
"When the boss makes a move, it's bound to be top-notch. Even if the performance isn't great, it can't be too bad, right?" Crassus chuckled.
Logo remained silent, sitting down quietly, seemingly in agreement.
Seeing this, Crassus said no more and turned to tidy up his own equipment.
The competition for the Lower Transcendent stage ended quickly, with the championship being won by a young man from the Tia Empire. The latter's magical talent was so high that Logo couldn't help but take a second look.
"Mokelan, this brat is your precious disciple, isn't he?" Inside the indigo palace, the Grand Elder asked, pointing to the boy projected in front of him.
Mokelan nodded slightly, his eyes narrowing, looking quite smug. "So? Does my disciple's talent meet your standards?"
"I didn't expect you old codger to have such luck. With such terrifying elemental affinity, as long as your Divine Power doesn't falter, the possibility of becoming Demigod is over 40%, right?" the elder said with a smirk.
"Not bad, not bad, still a little short of Logo." Mokelan waved his hand modestly, but the slight upturn of his lips said a lot. Opportunities to show off in front of an old friend are rare.
"You old fool, you're getting a good deal and you're still acting innocent." The First Elder shook his head helplessly.
"Alright, enough about my disciple. The Mid-Rank Transcendent stage competition is about to begin; it's time for Logo to come up on stage."
Upon hearing this, the Grand Elder's expression hardened slightly, and his gaze fell upon the projection.
"Everyone else is easy to deal with, but that little guy named Ademu is not so easy to handle. Is Logo confident?" Mokelan said softly, rubbing the ring on his finger.
"I believe in Logo; he said he would win the championship," the elder said in a deep voice.
"These things can't be solved by just believing..." Mokelan sighed inwardly, but didn't say it aloud. He simply watched the projection calmly, a hint of curiosity hidden deep in his eyes. "Kid, I hope you won't disappoint your elders!"
"Now, please welcome contestant number 1 and contestant number 100 to the stage." As the host Aziz finished speaking, two figures stepped onto the stage from either side and quickly engaged in combat.
Battles broke out and ended.
Soon it was Crassus's turn, number 12.
After greeting Logo, the fat cat swaggered onto the arena. His opponent was a melee fighter wielding two long, sharp swords. His attacks were like a torrential downpour, giving the opponent no chance to breathe.
Fortunately, Crassus is not only a gunner, but also a magical beast, the Cloud Thunder Tiger. After being modified with mechanical armor, his melee ability is even better than before. After activating his two talents, Flying Cloud and Thunderclap, his body is covered in lightning, his feet are on the wind and clouds, and he roars and roams the arena. The high-frequency battle blades on his claws cut through the air silently, and the speed is not slow at all.
The two collided, like two tornadoes crushing each other, unleashing a continuous barrage of wind blades that tore the arena to pieces.
However, with a flash of green light, the arena was restored to its original state.
The battle was fierce, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.
After all, the Transcendent individuals who have made it this far possess combat strength that ranks among the top of the Sixth-Tier Transcendent. They can even hold their own against Tier Seven individuals for a while without being easily defeated.
"Damn it, Caesar is almost at the Legendary, and I'm only at the Tier Six. How am I supposed to help the boss at this rate?!" Crassus's eyes were bloodshot. Although he appeared carefree and nonchalant, he was actually quite the opposite.
He also wanted to become stronger, to become like Caesar, to become Logo's right-hand man, or even stronger Caesar...
"If you can't even win a single battle, how can you talk about helping the boss?" With his steel teeth clenched, Crassus appeared like a madman, his claws swinging faster and faster, as if they had merged into the wind, penetrating every crevice, relentlessly and densely striking, giving his opponent no chance to breathe.
Finally, with a soft thud, Crassus passed his opponent, three lines of blood appearing on the latter's neck before blood spurted out and he fell heavily to the ground.
A green light suddenly appeared and enveloped the person.
Crassus smiled faintly, and the crimson in his eyes slowly faded.
Seeing this, Logo, who was sitting in the audience, slowly relaxed his tightly clenched hands and let out a soft sigh.
He was well aware of Crassus's thoughts, but opportunities are largely dependent on luck.
Logo could forcibly enhance Crassus's strength using his methods, but that would turn Crassus into a puppet.
He didn't want to do that.
Depriving your companions of the process of becoming stronger is not helping, but selfishness!
"Boss, I won!" Crassus hopped over to Logo, his tail wagging gently.
Logo reached out and patted his big head, smiling with satisfaction, "Well done!"
Feeling flattered by his boss's praise, Crassus sat back down next to Logo, completely satisfied.
Seeing this, Caesar pursed his lips but didn't say anything more.
Several more matches passed.
Crassus sat up straight. "Boss, it's Ademu's turn."
"Hmm." Logo nodded slightly, his gaze naturally falling on Ademu, who was stepping onto the ring.
The latter seemed to sense something, turned his head to look over, and after meeting Logo's gaze, a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips.
Coincidentally, this guy's opponent was none other than Luolike of the Tielin Clan.
The Sword of the Kingdom of the White Wolf Kingdom battles the rising star of the Tielin Clan.
The Gray-Eyed Blood Descendants battles a pure-blooded Gendaya People.
This highly competitive match instantly garnered a lot of attention.
A variety of gazes converged, eager to see who would emerge victorious.
Meanwhile, the audience from the Royal Court and the White Wolf Kingdom began to shout wildly.
The two glared at each other, veins bulging, as if engaged in a mental war.
The atmosphere in the square instantly reached its peak, like boiling water, scalding and intense.
"Heh, Luolike, is it? I heard you're the number one genius of the Tielin Clan?" Ademu held his sword with both hands, disdainfully sizing up his opponent.
A flash of disgust and contempt crossed Luolike's eyes. He said nothing, only coldly uttering two words, "Traitor!!"
Upon hearing this, Ademu's expression turned slightly cold, and frost seemed to freeze in his eyes. After a moment of staring at each other, he suddenly smiled, "I wonder if you'll still be so stubborn after I've turned you into a human stick."
"We'll see, maybe I'll be the one smashing you into a pulp first," Luolike retorted without backing down.
After a tense exchange, the signal for battle was given, and the two launched their attacks simultaneously.
Clang!!
The sword's cry resounded through the heavens, long and continuous, like a dragon's roar echoing across the clouds.
The dense sword light crisscrossed, like the lines that cut through the heavens and earth, and in an instant it enveloped the entire arena. The sword light that was sharp enough to cut through gold and jade was now like a thick fog where one could not see their own hand in front of their face, leaving no place to hide.
Given this, Luolike's expression became extremely solemn. The Eye of Gendaya on his forehead suddenly opened wide in anger, and with a loud bang, thunder surged, instantly leveling the dense sword light on the entire arena.
As the essence of the Gendaya People's bloodline talent, the third eye on their forehead has always been one of their main means of attack. That is, Logo rarely uses it, treating it entirely as a supplementary tool.
"The Eye of Gendaya..." Ademu's face was cold, and a hint of jealousy flashed deep in his pupils. The third eye of the Gray-Eyed Blood Descendants was far from having such power.
"Purebloods should be completely exterminated!!" roared in his heart, Ademu swung his sword, and in the next moment, the sword light poured out like a waterfall, and a chilling aura surged towards Luolike.
The latter seemed oblivious, raising the long-handled scythe in his hand and swinging it fiercely. The crimson crescent moon slowly rose, scattering crimson moonlight, a beautiful sight mixed with a chillingly ruthless killing intent.
"The Scythe of Slaughter!!"
Ademu's jealousy intensified; both the Eye of Gendaya and the Slaughter Knight class were things he could only dream of but never obtain.
At that moment, seeing the other person unleash their power, his anger surged.
I'll ruin you!!
A low, slightly frenzied murmur echoed through the arena Sword of the Kingdom Ademu, wielding the sword with both hands, point downwards, slammed it into the ground.
Boom!!
A terrifying white sword light emanated from him and instantly swept across the entire arena. Wherever it passed, the crimson moonlight was directly shattered. Countless tiny cuts appeared on Luolike's body, his clothes were torn, and he looked utterly disheveled.
"Wolf's Kiss!"
Having succeeded in his first move, Ademu seized the opportunity, wielding his sword with both hands, and suddenly stepped forward, slashing down with his longsword, forming a white sword that stretched across the sky before crashing down with a deafening roar.
The wind howled fiercely, the air currents swirled wildly, and amidst the howling gale, Luolike's face showed distress; he couldn't withstand this attack.
"Even if we can't handle it, we'll take it! Gendaya People never admit defeat!"
Boom!!
Luolike, who charged furiously upwards from the ground, clashed with the white longsword.
A terrifying explosion erupted in the air. To the audience's perception, the arena instantly turned into a white blur. The air currents and storms were completely torn apart, and the emerald arena was also torn to shreds, trembling and groaning. A small mushroom cloud rose up afterward.
Thump!!
In the blur, a figure shot back.
The bewildered audience looked tense, but Logo sighed softly.
Luolike has lost!
The clouds and mist couldn't block his eyes.
Sure enough, as the wind blew, the scene on the arena came into view.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The deliberately slow footsteps echoed clearly as Ademu slowly approached Luolike, who was struggling to stand up, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"You..."
Brush!
A flash of sword light, and Luolike's lower face was sliced off.
"Weren't you so arrogant just now?" Ademu stepped on Luolike's head, his longsword slashing down repeatedly, just like before the fight began, turning Luolike into a human stump.
"Stop! He's completely incapacitated. The match is over. You win!" Aziz, one of the hosts, said in a deep voice.
Upon hearing this, Ademu did not continue his insulting actions. Instead, he turned around, faced all the spectators from the Royal Court, and smiled contemptuously, "A bunch of pathetic losers!"