Chapter 225 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

On the ground, Morani’s messenger incarnation surged with divine power and shook, turning into a strong combat incarnation in the blink of an eye.

He no longer had to worry about his enemies, and could safely wait for the divine crystal to fall. Then, he’d claim what was supposed to be his own.

After a while, the luminous divine crystal finally fell to the ground. He, who had been waiting for a long time, caught it.

The divine crystal quickly absorbed into his body, like water into a sponge. Warm light emanated from his body in a reddish aura.

Everyone touched by this aura would feel their body fill with strength. The young felt themselves become stronger. The old felt as though they had been rejuvenated by years.

But it wasn’t over yet. After a while, another dim divine crystal formed in the air.

“Huh?! This is… the position of Competition?!” Sui Xiong looked at the divine crystal which was falling slowly. He immediately felt the power of the law contained within, and asked with surprise, “Has no one obtained this divine duty before?”

“That seems to be the case…” Javier pondered for a moment and nodded. “It seems that there has never been such a completely harmless battle before. People have always been injured or killed in battle. Therefore, the concept of fighting for victory without threat to life has never been thought of before.”

“I have no need for more divine positions,” Morani said, taking a few steps back. “This position is wasted on me. Let’s discuss.”

All the Gods’ eyes fell onto Sui Xiong. Everyone knew that he had contributed the most to the idea of Competition.

Sui Xiong shook his head. “I have no affiliation with, nor do I identify with, this divine duty. I cannot accept it.”

Yorgaardman immediately followed suit and shook his head. “Me neither. Martial Competitions, contests: I have no interest in these!”

“I’m the God of Knowledge!” Wor emphasized. “The God of Knowledge! Even if I’m a combatant, I’m the God of Knowledge! Can you imagine me with the duty of Competition?”

Everyone laughed loudly. Finally, their eyes fell onto Javier.

Javier paused for a moment, looking at everyone. After a few seconds of silence, he could not help but let out a sigh, laughing.

“Anyone else would fight brutally for an extra divine duty, yet here you guys are…”

He was not unreasonable, expressing his gratitude towards everyone. He made his way to where the divine crystal would land. He stared at it, silently waiting.

After a while, it fell into his hands and was absorbed into his body.

Again, a ray of light rose from his body, filling the hearts of those around him with a happy and relaxed feeling, as though the tension had eased from their bodies. Even those who were originally in a bad mood became much more comfortable.

Then, several Gods who could no longer conceal their identities emerged. They greeted the contestants and the audience and announced the end of the World’s First Martial Championship.

“If all goes smoothly, in ten years we will hold the second World Martial Championship,” Sui Xiong laughed and said. “I look forward to seeing everyone then, and eagerly await more spectacular competitions! Thank you, everyone! See you in ten years!”

Hence, the curtains fell on the gathering, though conversations continued to revolve around it. Perhaps it would remain that way for the entire ten years when the second World Martial Championship would supersede conversation.

In the light curtain closest to the main plane, the true bodies of Sui Xiong and the Gods with whom he had good relations gathered.

“Oscar, it’s such a pity you didn’t become a God!” the God of Justice proudly said. “That time, inside the Pantheon temple, it was really… hahaha!”

He acted out the expression then: lifting his head, looking upon the other disdainfully, pointing in the air: “You, you, you, and you… I’m not talking about you, I’m saying that you guys are all rubbish! This sentence was truly suited to that situation then! Satisfying! Really satisfying!”

He guffawed, laughing until his entire person was shaking. He was happy to the point where you could stick wings on him, and he would take flight immediately.

The “Silent Knight” Mo smiled too, taking out a gourd filled with wine and passing it around everyone.

It was strange: he clearly only had one gourd, yet no matter how many he passed around, that green gourd still remained in his hands.