Chapter 561: The Rise of the Black Light Sword Saint and the Fall of the Six Great Powerhouses (Part 2)

Many spectators seemed utterly unable to believe their eyes, and after a moment of profound silence, there erupted an even grander cascade of cheers.

Beside Owner Fang, several outworlders exchanged glances before turning their eyes back upon him, staring as if he were some creature from another world: "..."

"You were just guessing blindly, right?!" Damn it, none of us called it, none of the commentators called it, so how did this ordinary person, who looks to have such mediocre cultivation, manage to predict it?!

How does it feel like we are the ordinary ones?! It could be said they were thoroughly infuriated.

At the Seven Saint Mountain, several Daoists sat cross-legged in a circle, staring intently at the images projected by the new type of communication jade before them.

Isn't it just a common brawl? How could it be fought in such an inspiring and soul-stirring manner?!

It was far too thrilling; such a cataclysmic, great reversal caused the blood of even these few peace-loving old Daoists to boil with excitement: "For Lingzhou to possess so many brilliant and peerless talents is truly a blessing for our cultivation world!"

Many who likewise came from humble beginnings, or who were at this very moment still exploring the long and arduous paths of martial arts and cultivation, felt only a surge of hot blood rushing through their hearts, as if a voice inside them was demanding to howl aloud.

At the Nanhua Sect, several outer-court youths sitting in the square to watch the competition opened their mouths wide: "For even a common martial artist to achieve such a feat... as expected, there are no weaklings in electronic sports..."

Their hearts surged with boundless excitement, only to hear an elder disciple beside them instruct: "Cultivate diligently. Once you have the strength in the future, you can be just like them."

"Yes! Senior brother!" They were exceptionally thrilled.

Such spiritual combat techniques, coupled with that incomparably stunning thrust, left an extremely profound impression in the hearts of nearly everyone at this very instant.

As a common player, he had never been famous in the past; in fact, many people could not even remember his name, but at this moment, every single cultivator and martial artist in the spectator stands stood up, shouting toward that figure on the screen who held a black lightsaber and still stood gallantly upon the arena: "Black Light Sword Saint! Black Light Sword Saint!"

Perhaps even after a long time had passed, many years later, many of those who came to watch this match would never forget this place, nor would they forget this single strike of the sword.

Meanwhile, the very first of the designated "Six Great Experts" had fallen in the opening match today, missing out even on advancing from the group stage, let alone contesting for the championship.

The competition continued, and after a few more bouts, it quickly welcomed the second of the "Six Great Experts," the Vice-Principal of the Haotian Academy, who was also the master of Yue Bai, Vice-Principal Zhang Hao.

"Vice-Principal Zhang's profession is adept at utilizing telekinesis to control the flow of Qi, a male fighter known as the 'Mad Tiger Emperor'."

Mu Donglai said, "Indeed. An incomparably solid Nen Shield, an invincible Spiral Nen Field, attacking like fire and defending like a mountain—among the martial arts of all professions, it is considered the most comprehensive style."

For people of the otherworldly domains, compared to the word 'skills', the term 'martial arts' still rolled off the tongue more naturally.

"His opponent is Fu Jianghe, also a previously lukewarm ordinary player whose profession is—Martial Ultimate. We can see that the match has already begun!"

"Hey! Who do you think will win?" Just now they had actually all guessed wrong while this ordinary man alone had guessed right, leaving these outworlders, who held themselves in high regard, feeling thoroughly disgruntled.

Beside him, Jessica asked with a provocative look in her eyes.

"I choose Vice-Principal Zhang Hao, and you cannot choose the same as me!" On the grand screen, Fu Jianghe was clearly at a bit of a disadvantage, and with the other being selected as one of the "Six Great Experts", it looked like a guaranteed victory.

She could not help but feel a surge of smugness in her heart: "This time, I don't believe you can be right again!"

Owner Fang said, "I think player Fu Jianghe has a fairly good chance of winning."

"Hahaha!" This person was actually so foolish; having already witnessed the strength of the "Six Great Experts," he still dared to make such a choice!

"Simply foolish!" A great sense of satisfaction welled up in her heart; natives were indeed still natives.

At this moment in the spectator stands, Mu Qing wore a face full of worry: "In order to prepare for the great battle ahead, Master forced himself to comprehend the awakening martial art a few days ago, and it seems something went slightly awry. Surely nothing will go wrong..."

Yue Bai said, "Probably... not..."

Two minutes later.

"It's over! Why does Vice-Principal Zhang Hao look like he's in such poor condition?!"

"Player Fu Jianghe has launched a counterattack! Player Zhang Hao is actually completely unable to parry!"

"Ah—! Player Fu Jianghe has actually won!"

The two commentators were completely dumbfounded: Vice-Principal Zhang Hao had actually lost?!

"Ah—!" A scream also erupted beside Owner Fang; Jessica was practically driven to madness, how could it turn out like this?!

An hour later.

"Next, we see the third seed expected to win the championship—Nalan Hongwu!"

"Again!" Several outworlders were extremely defiant. "We choose Nalan Hongwu! Who do you say you choose?"

Owner Fang's face darkened: "I'll choose that priest uncle in black clothes on the opposite side, alright?"

What was the matter with these people from the Western Polar Domain? They had already lost twice and still wanted to compete.

Three minutes later...

"This is impossible?!"

"Lost again?! How could he possibly lose?!"

The outworlders beside him looked as though they truly harbored murderous intent.

Damn it, why was it so wicked today?!

Their eyes glared fixedly at Owner Fang: "Again! We compete one more time!"

They dragged this "passerby" along, stubbornly insisting on another wager.

Owner Fang was utterly annoyed: "You've already lost three times! I don't want to compete with you, let's just say you won, alright?"

"No!"

Well, she had actually turned petulant, causing Owner Fang's face to twitch.

"How about this..." Jessica produced from somewhere a glittering, extremely beautiful stone and said, "Never seen this before, have you?"

Seeing Owner Fang's expression of "I indeed have never seen it," she said smugly, "This is a treasure. I don't expect a minor martial artist like you to understand, but I only need to tell you that according to the standards of your place, a single one is a priceless treasure! As long as you gamble with us one more time, if you win, this treasure belongs to you!"

Damn it, this lady refuses to believe she can keep losing?!

"..." Owner Fang peered at it, "Are all of you people from the Western Polar Domain this wealthy?"

Previously it was Xiya with two million spirit crystals, and now it was a priceless treasure?

Right at that moment, Fang Qi suddenly heard a long-lost system notification: Vast and pure energy reaction detected, the host may choose to acquire it.

Owner Fang could only reluctantly comply: "Alright then... but since you say it's a priceless treasure, you must not deceive me!"

"Of course! Do we look like that kind of people?" Karl beside her said proudly.

In his heart, however, there was a wave of disdain: This native is truly easy to dupe, believing it to be true without even looking closely.

"Next is the young mistress Sprite, fighting against the Mistress, Rain of the Eternal Forest."

Standing before Ning Bi was a female priest enveloped in a black cloak.

"Now I choose this young mistress Sprite. Speak, who do you choose to win!"

"Do I even have a choice?" Owner Fang wore a face of disdain, "Then this Rain of the Eternal Forest it is."

Jessica wore an expression that suggested he knew what was good for him, and watched the match smugly.

Three minutes later.

"How is this Rain of the Eternal Forest so powerful?!" Xiao Yulv cried out loudly, "How have I never heard of this person before?!"

"I seem to have some recollection; the very first Rare Avatar Set in the shop was opened by this person!" Mu Donglai said.

"This person is so strong—!"

"It's over, it's over!"

"Ah—!" Before the two commentators could even wail, Jessica beside Owner Fang had already shrieked, "Impossible! How could this lose?!"

"Could you hand over that stone now?" Boss Fang asked, holding out his hand with an air of complete innocence.

"No way!" Jessica snapped. "We're betting again!"

"..." Boss Fang's face twitched. "If you don't want to give it up, forget it. I don't know you anyway. If you want to renege on your debt, it's not like I can do anything about it, right?"

"Who's reneging?!" Jessica instantly flared up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "I said, we're going another round!"

She conjured a black cloak from somewhere. "This Cloak of Shadows—if you win, it's all yours. If you lose, this stone stays mine!"

"Jessica, maybe... we should just drop it?" Beside her, Carl's face twitched nervously.

"No! How could someone as noble as I lose to a nobody like him?! This time, I choose Xuanyuan Changqing!" She selected yet another of the "Six Powerhouses."

Three minutes later...

"Ahhhhh..."

"One last round! Winner takes all!" She pulled out an exquisite, delicate silver dagger.

"This time, I'm betting on Nalan Mingxue!" She looked closely and saw that the opponent was merely a twelve- or thirteen-year-old little girl.

As a dignified sword master, how could she possibly lose to a mere child!

"You take this little girl named Jiang Xiaoyue! How about it?!"

Boss Fang spread his hands. "I don't even have a choice. Fine, let's do it."