Chapter 417: The Final Battle (1/2)

Chapter 417: The Final Battle

Translator: OneshotwonderEditor: Hitesh_

Li Shiming knew that the journey ahead of him would not be easy. However, good things never came for free, he had to work for it.

Even as Li Ruoer walked out of the hospital, her mind was seized by one question, ”Could Wang Tong be able to repeat the final lance-attack?”

Although her brother was confident that Wang Tong's final strike was no more than a fluke, Li Ruoer knew that once unleashed, such moves would become muscle memory, and it would be difficult to forget even if Wang Tong wanted to. The Enchantress's instinct told Li Ruoer that the effect of Wang Tong's final strike on his cultivation, like that of Lie Jian's Phoenix's Test, was more profound than her brother had anticipated. However, knowing her brother's plan, Li Ruoer reckoned that Wang Tong was about to face his biggest challenge yet: his own contentment.

Seven days, 604,800 seconds, and Wang Tong could not waste even half a second. With Ma Xiaoru's help in the bed, Wang Tong's soul energy had been recovering quickly. When he was not in bed with Ma Xiaoru, he was training with Mr. Wannabe inside the Crystal Space.

Wang Tong knew that the odds were stacked against him, but he had already gotten used to it. Be it on Norton or in the Crystal Space fighting against Zachery, Wang Tong had always been teetering on the thin strip of ice along the border of life and death. It had almost become his method of cultivation, since every time he was pushed into a corner, desperation would drive him to make another breakthrough. Therefore, despite the seemingly imminent defeat, Wang Tong focused on his cultivation to uncover his full potential using the Soul Essence.

Patroclus had locked himself up inside his room ever since he had made the announcement to the world. As everyone thought that he was about to enter the final stage of preparation in order to further his condition during the final match, Zhang Jin knew that he was just relaxing without any training. Even Zhang Jin wondered where Patroclus's confidence came from. After all, he was about to face the heir of the Blade Warrior. Just like everyone else, Zhang Jin had become curious as to who would win the final battle.

Ever since the dramatic turn of events, the tournament had become the most crucial moment in human history, and had drawn everyone's attention, including those who were previously not interested in the tournament. Based on the results of the public pools, Wang Tong was leading in terms of popularity. Although the Ivantian Prince's handsome look had helped him win many young girls' hearts, the mere mention of blade warrior was enough to trigger a landslide victory in pool results.

Time flew by, and the seven days had already passed. The Sky arena was re-opened again to the public for the epochal battle.

The organizing committee had increased the number of protective layers to sixteen. People had started to gather at the arena gate since morning, and by noon, the entire arena was already packed with tens of thousands of people. A few kilometers away from the arena at the lunar plaza, millions of people gathered together in a giant street party to watch and celebrate the event.

The camera panned to the VIP section, displaying rows of important leaders from all over the world. Among them was Einherjar Andreas Dower, Patroclus's father. Sitting right beside Einherjar Andrea was Einherjar Lie Moshan, father of Lie Jian. Neither of them seemed to be too concerned with the outcome of the match. If not for the heir of the Blade Warrior, none of the Einherjars would attend this tournament.

The combatant section was filled to the brim with defeated contestants. No one wanted to pass up the opportunity to watch such an epic event.

Li Shiming, Lie Jian, Michaux, and Heidi were sitting in the combatant section with their heads up, none of them seeming upset by their defeat. These top fighters had cultivated nerves like steel, and they knew that showing any hint of sorrow for their failure would come off as weak in the public's eyes.

Plus, some of them, such as Li Shiming and Michaux, had nothing to feel regret for, since their opponent had won the competition by only a thin margin.

Although Li Shiming and Michaux were clearly much stronger than the other two, Lie Jian and Heidi, the power one wielded was not necessarily the only measure of the quality of a warrior. When it came down to the depth of one's understanding of Martial Arts, other aspects would also be considered.