Chapter 715: Terrifying Purplish Gold Haoyue Sword (III) (1/2)

Chapter 715: Terrifying Purplish Gold Haoyue Sword (III)

“Long Haochen, Cai’er, Wang Yuanyuan. Do you three want to keep undergoing the round-robin tournament?” Chen Zidian asked solemnly.

As if everyone had predicted this outcome, the three of them replied simultaneously, “Keep going on!”

Two choices were possible at this point. One was to terminate the tournament, while the other was to keep going on. Every winning match would then reward an extra ten points, for a total of three matches. Should someone defeat the other two, that would rank him or her number one, thus earning yet another twenty points.

These extra rounds were still part of the seventh round of the tournament. In other words, the final champion could almost double his sixty-four total earned points.

Long Haochen declared in a clear voice, “Reporting to referee, Wang Yuanyuan and I are conceding.”

Cai’er looked at Long Haochen in shock. He was Bright Glimmer of Hope’s cpatain, so this individual competition’s champion should rather be him.

Long Haochen smiled to her, “At the time of the Demon Hunter Selection, you conceded in the competition for my sake, for me to finally hurt you. I am now giving this championship back to you. Moreover in my heart, you are the one I will never be able to defeat.”

Cai’er gave him a warm gaze, “Idiot, in my eyes, this is all unimportant.”

“But it is important to me. I don’t want you to have any memories of feeling wronged. We will have many more challenges to face, where I will be giving my all to protect you.”

No one objected to Long Haochen and Wang Yuanyuan’s surrenders. This was within the rules, and was something that could only happen in the case of the three top seats being taken by a single Temple. But actually, even the strongest Knight Temple had never achieved that in the past five hundred years.

Having won these two matches, Cai’er earned an extra twenty points and became champion, thus bringing in another twenty points in addition to the sixty-four total points for the seventh round. That way, another ninety-six points was added to Bright Glimmer of Hope’s point total. And now, after this first stage terminated, Bright Glimmer of Hope had an astonishing three hundred fifty-two total points.

Thus the first out of the four stages of the Temples’ Great Gathering, the individual stage, came to an end. The final winner was the Demon Hunt Squad Bright Glimmer of Hope.

At that very moment, the powerhouses from the Six Great Temples were all unconsciously standing up, clapping for Bright Glimmer of Hope. Even the legendary figures Chen Zidian and Yang Haoyu did so.

The initially mysterious Demon Hunt Squad became the eventual champions. Perhaps luck was a part of the process, but they had mostly relied on their own strengths.

Just look at these youngsters. They were all below thirty years old, with the youngest of them around twenty-five. But such a Demon Hunt Squad was already standing at the peak of humankind. Hope was emanating continuously from them.

Nightfall.

After returning from the celebrations that took place in the Alliance’s headquarters, Bright Glimmer of Hope’s members returned to cultivate in their own rooms.

After all, the Temples’ Great Gathering had just gotten started, and although they were holding a large lead already, the rest of the competition also had its shares of opportunities.

The Temples’ Great Gathering went at a very fast pace. The next day came the contest for the highest spiritual energy. The highest three in this aspect were undoubtedly their three gods’ chosen ones: Long Haochen, Cai’er and Chen Ying’er. But they did not hold much of an advantage in total spiritual energy, after all, their age was an important factor to take into account.

According to the rules, every year of age below a hundred years old was to be accounted for a thousand spiritual energy, and every year of age above that was to subtract a thousand spiritual energy.

The three of them had their spiritual energy totals above 200,000, since they were all domain wielders. Thus, although their spiritual energy totals did not really stand out in the scale of the Alliance, they still held a good competitiveness.

As the others went back to cultivate in their own chambers, Lin Xin entered a room on his own, stealthily making his way into the Mage Temple’s side.

Naturally the Mage Temple’s guards recognized him, in his identity as the grandson of an auxiliary head, in addition to his originally high position in the Temple, of course no one stopped him.

On the highest floor of the Mage Temple’s inner quarters, Lin Xin stopped in front of a certain room, knocking on the door after hesitating for a bit.

“Come in.” Lin Chen’s aged voice came out from the room.

Lin Xin pulled the door open and entered.

Lin Chen’s office was very large, covering an area close to two hundred square meters. There were leather sofas for guests, bookcases lined two walls, and to the side, a huge ancient wooden desk. Lin Chen was seated behind his desk, a book on magic in his hands.