Chapter 1042 (2/2)

The old man said in a serious voice, ”In order to ensure the fairness and impartiality of the matches in the finals, I will be acting as the match referee to complement the decision made by the system. Both you, get ready; you may begin when I say so. There are no rules; all you have to do is defeat your opponent.”

The old man didn't make any self-introduction, but both Tang Wulin and Number 142 could sense an extremely terrifying pressure from him, so it was undoubtedly the case that his cultivation rank far exceeded theirs.

”Get ready!” The old man raised his right hand high up into the air.

Tang Wulin's eyes narrowed slightly as he appraised his opponent. Number 142 possessed the Phantom martial soul, and his soul skills remained a mystery at this point, but he possessed extremely powerful defensive prowess against physical and energy attacks.

On the flip side, he had a weakness against light and holy attribute energy attacks.

It could be said that he had been quite lucky when he'd defeated Yue Zhengyu despite the attribute advantage that Yue Zhengyu had had over him, but even so, it was still a testament to his powers.

At this moment, the commentator's voice also rang out beside the ears of all of the spectators.

”This is a matchup between Number 33, Golden Dragon King, and Number 142, Phantom King. From the odds, Golden Dragon King should have an absolute advantage as Phantom King's odds aren't even half of his. However, what we all need to pay attention to is that Golden Dragon King possessed extremely immense strength, and that has often been the key behind the quick victories he'd secured in previous rounds. In contrast, the type of opponent that Phantom King feared the least were strength-type Soul Masters. He is virtually completely immune to physical attacks, so in that respect, Golden Dragon King is at a disadvantage. I don't know whether Phantom King can create a miraculous upset here, but I believe that he has very good chances.”

”For all of you currently spectating this match, do you support the underdog, Phantom King, or the flashy and bada.s.s Golden Dragon King? You can cast your votes through multiple avenues to express your support of one of these two, and each vote only costs one federal credit to cast.”

In the air above the compet.i.tion platform, two pillars of light appeared at once. Below the yellow pillar of light was the number ”33”, and below the pillar of light was the number ”142”. Both pillars of light began to rise up in unison.

The commentator's voice was audible to both Tang Wulin and Number 142. In the final stages of the compet.i.tion, they were going to experience all possible disruptions that could appear.

Both of them looked up at the pillars of light at the same time, and Tang Wulin left feeling quite speechless. The federation was way too much of a money-grabbing machine!

Each vote only cost one federal credit to cast, but there were no rules stating that each person could only cast one vote! If a wealthy tyc.o.o.n were presented with this decision, who knew how many votes they were going to cast? Besides, the federation had an enormous population, and a very large proportion of them was spectating this compet.i.tion, so they were undoubtedly going to earn an astronomical sum of money just from this stunt alone.

The two pillars of light quickly rose up, and in the beginning, they were evenly matched. However, Tang Wulin's yellow pillar of light quickly began to take the lead, surpa.s.sing the blue pillar of light in a flash, and it wasn't long before the yellow pillar of light was more than twice as tall as the blue one. It was undoubtedly the case that there were far more people supporting the bada.s.s Golden Dragon King than those supporting the understated Phantom King.

The referee glanced at the two partic.i.p.ants before yelling, ”Begin!”

Tang Wulin didn't spring into action right away. Instead, he cast his gaze toward his opponent.

This Phantom King's entire body had a transparent quality to it, making it appear as if he were an illusion. At the same time, specks of light began to appear all over his body, and he was quickly encapsulated in a suit of light blue battle armor.

The suit of battle armor was also quite translucent, just as his body was. The wings on the back of the suit of battle armor were not very large, and they were currently in a folded state. His entire being gave one an illusionary feeling.

Tang Wulin had naturally heard what the commentator had just said, and thus, he was made aware of the fact that this Phantom King was virtually immune to physical attacks. Didn't this make him a little similar in nature to the Possession Demon he'd faced not long ago?

No matter how powerful this Phantom King was, there was no way that he'd be able to compare with a Possession Demon.

A phantom was an apparition of darkness, and even though he didn't possess any light attribute powers, his bloodline aura was of an extreme yang attribute, and it was still something that no phantom would be able to oppose. As for just how powerful this Number 142 was, that was something that he'd only be able to ascertain through battle.

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