The sarcastic words drifted down with the wind, creating a huge ripple effect. After a moment of silence, the audience erupted in furious shouts and curses. Countless citizens of the Royal Court, their eyes red, used every word they could muster to attack the detestable man on the stage.
The more they cursed, the more scathing and offensive their insults became, the more arrogant Ademu's expression grew, and the deeper the contempt in his eyes became.
The insults continued unabated. Aziz frowned, walked forward with a cold face, and gestured, saying, "The match is over. Please, this contestant, leave the ring and wait."
Ademu glanced at him sideways, a slight smile playing on his lips, and without saying a word, turned and stepped off the stage, appearing completely nonchalant. This demeanor stood out starkly against the hysterical crowd in the Royal Court's stands.
Those who don't know the situation might think the latter is abusing their power.
Upon seeing this, Logo narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Boss, don't be upset. This guy is like a grasshopper in autumn; he won't last long," Crassus quickly comforted him.
"No, I'm not angry." Logo waved his hand unexpectedly. "I just feel that in this situation, if we can turn the tide, it will definitely win people's hearts, which will be very beneficial for my future ascension to the throne."
His clear, cold eyes were filled with calculations about the complexities of the situation; they were indeed clear-headed, without the slightest hint of anger.
But this expression brought a hint of sadness to Crassus's eyes. He would rather his boss be angry than be like this.
Logo, however, did not notice Crassus's expression. He was simply mentally simulating what kind of fighting style he should adopt if he were to face Ademu head-on.
The opponent is an Transcendent swordsman, skilled in close combat, with equally formidable mid-range attacks, and exceptionally adept at frontal assaults, making him perfectly suited for a arena like the arena, which has certain spatial limitations.
The sword light flashed like a heavy, impenetrable curtain of rain, leaving no room for evasion. The best way to deal with it was to shatter it with an even more powerful and explosive attack.
In that case...
Lost in thought, another new contest begins.
Time flies, and soon it was Logo's turn to play.
His opponent this time was a warrior wielding a long spear, whose spear technique was full of killing intent, fierce and explosive, wide and unrestrained, simple yet extremely lethal. On the battlefield, this kind of spear technique could undoubtedly inflict the most serious damage on the enemy in the shortest amount of time.
However, on the ring, this marksmanship lacks agility, like a clumsy rhinoceros charging around aimlessly, yet always unable to find a way to deal with its slippery opponent.
Logo's "Black Tiger Mecha" is a product of multiple upgrades and modifications based on a light single-soldier mech produced by the Crimson Alliance, with all its modular weapons reinforced.
Attack, defense, movement, perception...
It has no blind spots from any angle. Once worn, it can greatly enhance Logo's overall strength. Although it is not as exaggerated as Sky Eagle, it can still be considered to have touched the threshold of Legend quality.
Among all equipment, Legend quality mechs have always been much more valuable and powerful than other types of Legend equipment.
Because mechs are always composite equipment, wearing one is equivalent to having multiple pieces of equipment of the same quality at the same time.
With a thought, Logo's steel combat boots emitted multiple streams of plasma light. Every second, these streams underwent hundreds or thousands of imperceptible changes, propelling Logo like a black phantom, leaving behind a trail of afterimages. Only the whistling wind could be heard, but his figure remained elusive.
The speed is incredibly fast, dazzling to the eye.
The long, spindle-shaped weapons that appeared from time to time resembled agile fish, trailing silver-black light and creating a crisscrossing spiderweb on the arena. Combined with the occasional armor-piercing bullets, this Tier Six peak Transcendent wielding a gun was swiftly and decisively defeated in less than half a minute.
Although this victory was not as glorious as the previous one in Ademu, it was like a shot in the arm, injecting a boost into the hearts of the Royal Court audience who had been somewhat demoralized. It revived a significant number of them, allowing them to regroup and focus their hopes on Logo.
"Hmph, people will try anything when they're desperate."
Below the stage, listening to the deafening cheers of the Royal Court audience, Ademu's lips curled into a disdainful smile. In his view, after Luolike's defeat at his hands, no one could stop him from winning the championship. In this Martial Arts Tournament, the White Wolf Kingdom would surely surpass the Royal Court once again, to show the world who the future of the Gendaya Tribe truly was.
Logo? He's nothing but a clown. Perhaps his alchemical talent is extraordinary, but this is Martial Arts Tournament arena. It's a head-on battle, a clash of flesh and blood will, not an alchemist's laboratory where enemies lie there for you to slaughter.
"Wait a moment, and I'll let you taste the bitterness of utter despair." Ademu slowly tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, his gaze coldly fixed on the boy who was now the center of attention.
Logo seemed to sense something and turned to look at him; their eyes met.
One was aloof and indifferent, the other proud and awe-inspiring, like the convergence of ice and fire, creating ripples in mid-air.
The competition continued smoothly on the stage.
50 to 25.
25 to 13.
13 to 7.
7 to 4.
4 to 2.
In the end, only Logo and Ademu remained in the ring.
They will compete for the championship in the Mid-Rank Transcendent stage of the Martial Arts Tournament.
The winner and loser will be revealed later.
A gentle breeze rippled through the air, causing a few strands of hair on their foreheads to sway slightly. The two stood on the ring, one to the east and one to the west. There was none of the tense atmosphere that Luolike and Ademu had displayed before, but unexpectedly, it gave people a feeling of calm before a storm, like dark clouds looming over the city.
It's as if beneath the calm surface of the water lies a turbulent, earth-shattering surge.
For a moment, everyone held their breath and waited expectantly.
The huge square was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Spectators, athletes, family, friends, enemies...
All eyes converged on them.
Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes; they seemed to gain weight, causing slight ripples in Logo's calm and unperturbed heart.
This is not an illusion. In the brain, where the true self's spiritual light resides, where spirituality converges, the spiritual Radiance that was originally suppressed by some unknown force and unable to rise up now seems to have encountered something it desires, and is struggling to break free as if trying to get up.
A tremor originating from his very soul caused Logo's eyes to narrow slightly. His expression appeared calm, but his heart was pounding violently inside.
"This is... the will of the people, the power of belief..."
"Spirit... no, emotions... reverence, hope, anger... there are enemies, but more often, there are our own people..."
"Beliefs that are both good and bad—why can I sense these things, and why do they cause my spiritual Radiance to stir...?"
A multitude of thoughts converged unintentionally, causing Logo to momentarily lose his composure.
Upon seeing this, Ademu's expression suddenly turned cold. "You ignorant fool, daring to be distracted while fighting me! How arrogant!!"
Although he never took Logo seriously, the feeling of being looked down upon was something Ademu hated most. He was a person who wrapped himself up with pride, but beneath those layers of protection lay a slightly inferior and fragile heart. Perhaps he himself was unaware of this, or perhaps he was aware but refused to admit it.
For centuries, the shackles of morality have haunted the White Wolf Kingdom like a ghost, silently and relentlessly striking at the hearts of people, including Ademu.
If they were truly heartless, that would be one thing, but people aren't plants or trees; they can't change their minds so easily. It is precisely for this reason that the ambitious members of the White Wolf Kingdom are so fixated on the legitimacy of the Gendaya Tribe. Because once they become the legitimate rulers, they can turn around and rightfully accuse the Royal Court being "stubborn and unyielding"!
When Logo came to his senses, he saw Ademu's cold expression.
He didn't take it to heart. This wasn't the first time he'd been treated coldly by the Sword of the Kingdom, so Logo didn't notice the complex emotions hidden in Ademu's eyes.
After checking his equipment one last time and confirming that everything was in order, Logo assumed a fighting stance, focusing all his Divine Power. The Black Tiger Mecha was in a preheating state, and a strong fighting spirit shone in his cold eyes. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the beginning of his rebirth, to his brief knightly career.
Sensing the change in the young man's aura, Ademu was taken aback at first, then sneered again, stretched out one hand to grasp the hilt of his sword, and with a whoosh, the bright sword light raged and crisscrossed.
As the order to start the battle was given, the two men, one in black and one in white, suddenly focused their eyes and then charged towards each other with a roar.
Da da da da!!
The fire snakes spewed forth, and several dazzling bullet chains lashed out like fiery whips. Countless diamond-shaped shuttles, crackling with electricity, sliced through the air, launching a lightning-fast surprise attack on Ademu from eight directions simultaneously.
In an instant, the Sword of the Kingdom was caught in Logo's all-out bombardment.
Not only that, the ferocious tiger head on the chest of the Black Tiger Mecha also opened its blood-red maw, and between the opening and closing of its fangs, an orange-red energy ball condensed. Terrifying light and heat gathered in it, and countless particles rubbed and collided with each other, causing the originally not-so-powerful energy level to soar wildly.
As Ademu effortlessly deflected the bullets and diamond-shaped shuttle with his longsword, he was met with an attack that concentrated almost all of the Black Tiger Mecha's stored energy.
Like a column of liquid flame, it tore through all obstacles in its path in an instant and slammed into Ademu's blade with a brutal and domineering force.
Boom!!
A terrifying energy surge shot straight into the sky.
Ten meters, tens of meters, hundreds of meters, or even higher, the white clouds that had been gathering again were suddenly torn apart, and the horizontally spreading shockwaves even caused ripples to appear on the protective shields at the edge of the arena.
"That's incredible!"
The audience was shocked.
Both sides went all out from the very beginning, making the battle no less intense than any life-or-death struggle between Seventh-Tier Transcendent.
If the onlookers felt this way, the two people directly facing such an impact must have felt equally bad.
Especially Ademu, who parried Logo's full-force attack with his sword. The moment he touched the pillar of flame, his senses were distorted and deceptive. He felt the arena tremble and he was being pushed Berserk as if he were sitting on a volcano.
Fortunately, he was strong enough; otherwise, that one strike alone would have been enough to decide the outcome of the battle.
"You underestimated him!" Ademu's expression hardened. With just this one attack, Logo's threat level in his mind skyrocketed.
It wasn't the power of the attack itself, but rather the masterful control of the timing in battle—a skillful, sharp, and decisive approach, utterly ruthless—that an alchemist who spends all day holed up in a laboratory should possess.
"If the intelligence wasn't wrong, then this guy must be exceptionally talented..." Ademu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth; he had sustained a minor injury from that attack.
Clang!!
With a light flick of the longsword, the charred marks on the blade disappeared, leaving only a clear, bright luster like autumn water, dazzlingly beautiful.
Ugh~
A sudden gust of wind, or rather, a gust of air.
The terrifying air waves generated by the collision and friction of airflow under high temperature and pressure are faster than the speed of sound, and their sound is shrill, like the howling of ghosts and wolves. While being deafening, they also cover up many other movements.
Boom!!
A massive, dark Iron Fist attacked from the side, silent and still, as if blending into the environment—nothing more skillful than the most masterful assassin.
Yet, this punch, so devoid of any earthly odor, was delivered by an alchemist, giving one an inexplicable sense of unease.
However, Ademu didn't have time to think about such things. As soon as his senses detected the attack, his body reacted instinctively.
Sidestep, block, then kick!
The movements were fluid and seamless; in the blink of an eye, the two were out of position.
Logo reached out and touched the crack in his mecha at his waist. Sparks flew everywhere, but beneath his mask, his expression remained as cold and indifferent as ever.
On Ademu's side, a large area of his ribs was sunken, and under his clothes, his skin was purplish-blue and covered with blood vessels. His internal organs were violently shaking, but his expression remained as arrogant and cold as ever.
"Not bad, let's do it again!" Logo uttered these four words softly.
His voice was calm and composed, carrying a hint of appreciation, as if he were praising a junior.
But who is Ademu? Sword of the Kingdom, whose status in the White Wolf Kingdom is no less than that of Legendary being. To be praised by a little guy so much younger than himself is nothing short of an insult to him.
"Damn brat!" Ademu's eyes reddened, bloodshot, and he turned to slash with his sword.
The surging sword energy bloomed like flowers, instantly filling the entire arena and sealing off Logo from all sides, just like Luolike before him, like a bird in a cage.
However, Logo is ultimately not Luolike.
The Fire of Birth rose up, flickering and splitting into countless energy threads that enveloped the entire Black Tiger Mecha.
Click click!!
A crisp metallic scraping sound rang out as the Black Tiger Mecha suddenly expanded, its countless energy circuits shining brighter than ever before, like the afterglow of a setting sun, recklessly releasing their light and heat.
"Primordial Qi Tyrant Body!" A voice as cold as ice and snow echoed out. The Black Tiger Mecha, shrouded in golden and blue flames, seemed to transform into a ferocious tiger, breaking through the layers of sword energy without any hindrance and rushing towards Ademu.
The latter was initially taken aback, puzzled that Logo could break through his own sword energy net in an instant, but seeing his overconfidence in actually thinking of close combat, he found it amusing.
Did he think that by occasionally gaining an advantage, he could rival a swordsman in close combat skills?
That's hilarious!
Ademu didn't know whether this Earl of the Royal Court was clever or foolish.
"Since you're asking for death, then I'll send you on your way!" With a cold, arrogant smile, Ademu drew his sword and charged forward.
Clang!!
Sword light flashed and crisscrossed the rolling air currents, engaging in close combat with the charging mechanical war tiger.
The two exchanged blows, traversing the arena, sometimes on the ground, sometimes in mid-air, their figures flashing so fast that ordinary people could hardly catch them. Only by slowing down the speed using a projection could they be seen clearly, eliciting gasps of surprise.
In just a short while, the two had exchanged dozens of blows.
Ademu went from initial disdain to shock, and then to disbelief...
My mood plummeted into an Abyss.
"This is impossible!!" he roared inwardly. In close combat, he was actually being suppressed.
"Nothing is impossible." As if knowing his thoughts, Logo replied coldly, then swung out his right leg, which had been poised for a long time.
Boom!!
The meteor fell and slammed into the arena, creating a huge crater.
Ademu struggled to get up, but his bones had already been shattered into dust by the previous blow. Now he was like a lump of mud, only able to stare with bloodshot eyes at Logo who was slowly approaching, filled with resentment and unwillingness.
This moment is just like that moment!