Chapter 507: Shifang Invincible (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

“If I may be so bold as to ask, do you people from the Desolate Sea Realm actually know martial arts? Or is it dance? As in, performance dancing?”

“Uh…” A row of black lines practically lined Manager Fang’s forehead as he spoke up, “Regarding this question… I can’t speak for others, but as for myself… I know a little.”

“Hahahahaha!” The surrounding crowd laughed even heartier, and Gabriel almost lost his voice from laughing so hard, “Then you had better watch closely to see what a true warrior is, not some dancer trying to make it onto the stage.”

At that moment, upon the martial arts arena, a slender warrior from the Haotian Academy, clad in simple attire, had managed a rare victory.

From the Haotian Academy's side, a chorus of cheers and applause instantly erupted.

The warriors of the Haotian Academy were clearly inferior to those of the Western Polar Realm; prior to this, they had already lost several rounds in a row, so managing to pull back a victory now brought a slightly better look to Gu Tingyun’s face.

Gabriel’s face immediately darkened.

Gabriel gestured with his hand, and a tall young man with brown hair, clad in heavy armor and built like a brown bear, immediately stepped forward.

“His name is Alva, and he is also a master among the younger generation of our clan.” This time, Gabriel did not use his broken Lingzhou dialect, but spoke in the Western Polar tongue, “Alva, go down and try him out.”

Even as he spoke, Alva had already donned his visor.

An angry shout rang out instantly, and a tall, sturdy shadow leapt down from the platform. With a booming crash, the heavily armored figure, wielding a thick, angular poleaxe-sword, landed dead center in the martial arts arena.

Completely encased in heavy armor, he resembled a precise machine of war. Upon that cold visor, only an indifferent steel face could be seen, with a faint, chilling light glinting from those pitch-black eye sockets; a single glance was enough to inspire a suffocating chill.

Meanwhile, the warrior from the Haotian Academy drew his long sword back, his tall frame bending like a fully drawn, powerful bow.

The man's entire aura shifted from before. More importantly, everyone could feel a vast amount of natural spiritual energy from the surroundings converging onto his sword.

On the other side, the Western Barbarian named Alva bent his legs slightly and lowered his center of gravity, resembling a leopard silently crouching in the grass, awaiting its prey.

This posture of his immediately drew a collective gasp from the surroundings.

The cultivators and warriors of the Haotian Academy could not help but display expressions of rage, while Gabriel, conversely, wore a proud smirk.

“What is wrong with them?” Manager Fang asked.

Hearing this, Gabriel’s face turned black instantly: “You don’t know?!”

But on second thought, this kid did not look like any martial arts grandmaster, so it was only normal he couldn't tell. He could only suppress his impatience and explain, “Can’t you tell that Alva has absolutely no intention of using any martial techniques?”

The moment his voice fell, a long howl resounded, and a violent gale suddenly swept across the entire martial arts arena. The gray-robed warrior’s long sword followed the wild wind, transforming into a blinding white light as it thrust forward.

“White Rainbow!”

This gray-robed warrior’s cultivation was roughly at the sixth tier of the Great Martial Ancestor realm, but the power of this single strike was incredibly astonishing.

The sword was like a rainbow, wrapped in a raging storm as it pierced through the air, even bringing a thunderous roar. Wherever it passed, the sheer wind of the sword rent the earth, carving a deep chasm into the ground, thrusting before the eyes in nearly the blink of an eye.

And at this moment, everyone saw that in this critical, hair-thin juncture, the warrior named Alva actually made an astonishing move.

He extended his right hand and snatched fiercely before his chest!

The sword light and the storm ground to a screeching halt!

A sharp sword blade was gripped fiercely in the palm of an armored hand!

Trembling incessantly!

This scene gave nearly every warrior present a severe fright.

Following that, the warrior named Alva raised his foot and delivered a vicious kick straight to the chest.

Instantly, the man was kicked flying through the air.

Though the moves were simple, they were honed between life and death and executed with flawless precision; by comparison, the difference in skill was plain to see.

He then cast a provocative glance toward the platform.

He spoke loudly: “Before, I seemed to have heard… that the warriors of the Desolate Sea Realm are also very formidable.”

The moment these words left his mouth, it instantly provoked a burst of laughter from the Western Polar Realm.

“Is there anyone who will come up to test themselves?”

The platform was dead silent.

Beside Fang Qi, Gabriel wore a triumphant look: “Alva is an elite of our Frost Dragon Clan. By utilizing power concentrated in a single instant, he once caught the Frost Dragon's ice spear spell with a single hand.”

Gabriel smiled and said, “The warrior who fought Xiya earlier was likely their trump card, but unfortunately, he ran into Miss Xiya.”

Gabriel said with a proud face, “Miss Xiya, what do you think of the warriors of our Frost Dragon Clan?”

“I have heard of Alva.” Xiya’s Lingzhou dialect was not very standard either, so she began to speak in the Western Barbarian tongue, “He is a decent warrior.”

And at this time, someone was finally seen stepping down into the arena.

It was a man dressed in tight black clothing, bearing a large saber upon his back.

This figure was as familiar as familiar could be, because this man was likely one of the oldest veteran players in the shop—Liang Shi.

Ever since Counter-Strike had secured a ranking, his pockets were no longer so tight, so he had taken this opportunity to travel to Lingzhou for a tour.

Liang Shi just stood there casually, looking like an ordinary person who knew nothing at all.

“Ninth tier of the Martial Ancestor realm?” Seeing this Desolate Sea Realm warrior step onto the stage, Gabriel lost all interest in even watching, “I didn’t expect the warriors of the Desolate Sea Realm to be so oblivious of their own limitations.”

One had to know that a sixth tier Great Martial Ancestor had just been defeated!

Xiya also showed a rare hint of disappointment this time, speaking in the Western Polar tongue, “I originally held a shred of hope for the Desolate Sea Realm, but now it seems I worried for nothing.”

“Boss, what is she saying…?” Jiang Xiaoyue knitted her brows. They were speaking broken Lingzhou dialect one moment and the Western Polar tongue the next, making her head spin, and she barely understood a few sentences.

The few Western Polar people nearby discussed a few more words, largely feeling that the other party could not understand them, giving themselves a very grand and superior air.

“They are saying…”

Manager Fang did not use the familiar Lingzhou tongue this time either, but instead uttered a phrase: “Too young, too simple.”

Several Western Barbarians looked over in surprise.

“!!??”

Gabriel’s face turned somewhat displeased, and he shouted out, “Alva.”

On the arena, Alva indifferently raised a finger and wagged it at Liang Shi.

Gabriel spoke to Fang Qi beside him, “Do you think your Desolate Sea Realm warrior can last a single move?”

“Uh…” Manager Fang was slightly embarrassed, “This… perhaps not.”

“At least you have some self-awareness.” Gabriel sneered.

But before he could finish his sentence, Manager Fang added another line: “After all, he probably won’t even be able to unleash a single move.”

“What did you say?!” The faces of all the Western Polar Realm warriors darkened in unison.

Meanwhile, several cultivators from the Desolate Sea Realm were also discussing among themselves.

“Old Liang mainly watches *Wind and Cloud*, right? Where is *Wind and Cloud* at now?”

“A while ago, it already reached the part where Nie Feng learns the Sovereign of Ten Directions…”