Chapter 608: A Bunch of Noobs, Don't Come Again in the Future

The black wind howled in violent gusts, like churning, malicious waves.

Austin, the "Star of Blazing Flames," turned his head, only to find the wild gale making his voluminous black robes flap furiously.

In his hand he gripped a massive scythe, as if he were the Grim Reaper emerged from the very depths of hell.

Before Wilson, the "Thorn of the Earth," there now floated a figure that seemed woven entirely from the falling rain of the heavens.

Unlike the entity Austin faced, this black-robed figure appeared significantly more slender, though the scythe in its hand gleamed with a dark, golden luster.

"What did you say?" Wilson uttered, as if he had just heard the greatest joke in the world.

His strength surpassed even Austin's; he was the undisputed mightiest warrior within the entire invading army.

Yet now, he had actually heard a mere native declare an intent to keep him here forever?!

Not to mention this place, even back on the other continent—that continent of theirs where supreme experts gathered like clouds—scarcely anyone would dare utter such words!

"That is..." At this moment, many cultivation masters and martial artists of Lingzhou stood dazed.

"It looks like the Rain of Senluo."

"The champion of the Heavenly King Esports Tournament!"

"Holy crap, the esports pro has come out of retirement!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Wilson stared intently at the figure before him, completely concealed within the black cloak, sensing an aura faintly emanating from it that seemed nearly on the verge of reaching the ninth tier.

Similarly, Austin had also detected that the tall figure before his own eyes had only just placed half a foot across the threshold of the ninth tier.

They felt absolutely no reason for concern: "I certainly don't recall a time when an existence short of the ninth tier dared to speak so arrogantly in my presence!"

The words had barely fallen when Austin witnessed the shadows beneath the hood of that tall, stalwart figure suddenly reveal two eerie, crimson gleams.

The figure extended a hand, and that broad palm gradually turned a grayish black; the body began to expand, muscles swelling and knotting as if they would tear the voluminous robes apart.

Throwing back the hood, Austin was instantly met with a truly terrifying sight—revealed beneath was no human countenance, but a demonic face bearing two massive horns upon its brow, with eyes like a pair of scarlet lanterns that struck sheer dread into the heart at a single glance!

Crack!

The upper garment was violently burst open by the knotted muscles of the torso, which far exceeded human proportions several times over, exposing a grayish-black skin like tempered steel; the hands slowly transformed into sharp claws, and a roar erupted, as if to tear apart everything between heaven and earth.

Simultaneously, before Wilson's eyes, the tall and slender figure likewise exuded a suffocating, demonic aura.

That enchanting silhouette, along with the long, slender tail behind it, no longer resembled a human being by any stretch of the imagination.

They watched the scene unfold in sheer horror; they themselves merely borrowed divine power, but what stood before them were genuine demons!

"My goodness!"

"Fourth Uncle (Avenger) Awakening?!"

"Fourth Aunt (Mistress) Awakening?!"

Never mind the people within the grand hall of Saint Heinz at this moment, even the cultivators and martial artists of Lingzhou and the Desolate Sea Realm were utterly dumbfounded by the sight.

"What did you say just now?" The voice carried a deep, resonant echo, as if merely speaking could make the heavens and earth tremble.

"No! How is this possible?! You natives, how could you possibly..." On the battlefield of the Western Polar Realm, before Wilson could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt a flash of blood-red light pass before his eyes; he had not even perceived how the opponent had struck, yet he felt a sudden, sharp pain in his lower torso.

Looking down, he found that his magnificent armor had, at some unknown point, gained a hideous wound; that immense divine power, and even the power of the laws he himself had comprehended, could not protect him in the slightest!

The glowing light of the laws grew dim almost instantly.

Someone quickly took a screenshot of this scene and posted it in the group chat.

"Holy crap! A first awakening paired with Furious Charge?!"

"Is that an Epic Battle Scythe! They actually crafted it?!"

"As expected of an esports champion..."

"Awesome, awesome! Who dares mess with our great esports pro?!"

"The other day on the livestream, a plus fourteen weapon shattered to pieces; where did this one come from?"

The face of a certain individual, who had thought winning a championship meant everything was set for life, twitched violently.

It cost a bloody fortune...

Meanwhile, a certain little lolita muttered in a corner: "I'm an esports player too... how come I'm not this amazing!"

She grabbed a handful of potato chips: "Om nom!"

Taking advantage of the post-battle lull to sneak a quick snack.

...

Saint Heinz stood up violently from his seat.

"An existence of the Saint tier... even if not, it is someone incredibly close to it! And they actually possess powerful divine artifacts in their hands?! These natives..." His eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with a chilling coldness never seen before.

The others likewise bore expressions of deep gloom.

"Esports player?" Hermaddon, the "World Mage," exchanged looks with several other Saint-tier experts.

"Is 'esports player' the respectful title the people of this world use for the supreme strong?"

The titles for the strong in this world... why are they so bizarre?!

"What a pity they have not yet reached the Saint tier." With wavy, black hair cascading down to her waist, Princess Isabella looked at the projection with a hint of disappointment on her exquisite face, which seemed to embody the nobility and elegance of the entire continent, "Otherwise, perhaps they could have given me a proper battle."

On the battlefield of the Morning Star Sea Realm, Alex and Rhine, whose strengths fell short of the "Thorn of the Earth" and the "Blazing Morning Star," had also been surrounded under the leadership of magic swordsmen possessing demon bloodlines, such as those wielding the Haotian Mirror and the Ningbi sword.

And Austin, the "Blazing Morning Star," was currently growing weak under the assault of the terrifying demon before him.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Austin roared internally as the terrifying claws before him—so swift that even he could barely track them—sliced out one blood-red mark after another, as if tearing through space itself.

Even the greatsword in his hand, which was nearly of the divine artifact grade, now bore deep claw marks one after another; one did not even need to think to know what kind of ghastly wounds such attacks would leave upon his body!

At this moment, Saint Heinz could finally sit still no longer.

Engaged in combat, Austin suddenly felt a blinding golden light manifest in the sky.

An old man clad in white robes, his posture slightly stooped, with white hair and a long beard, descended from that holy radiance, appearing just like a true god coming unto the world!

"The projection of Lord Saint Duran?!" Austin's heart leaped in pleasant surprise.

This was the most highly valued right-hand man of Heinz!

The old man appeared solemn and refined in his attire, his countenance radiating a sacred aura: "Shall we bring this battle to an end here? Allow them to leave, and we shall pay a price that will satisfy you all."

Everyone now looked toward this figure within the brilliant light, and even the demon whose pincer-like arm gripped Austin by the neck halted its movements.

Then...

Crack!

Only the sound of a neck being snapped resounded.

The old man's expression darkened instantly, and likewise, the face of Saint Heinz, who was watching this scene, turned utterly grim.

"Must you insist on tearing away all semblance of civility?!"

"Your Excellency's skin is truly a bit too thick," Nalan Hongwu laughed in spite of himself. "To fight when you wish to fight, and to leave when you cannot win—how can there be such a convenient arrangement in this world?"

"The 'Thorned Rose' and the 'Blazing Bird' are merely subordinate families of ours," Saint Duran said coldly. "Do not think that this allows you to look down on everyone. The realm of true experts is fundamentally beyond your imagination!"

At this, Nalan Hongwu, Lan Mo, Su Tianji, and the rest of the crowd could not help but exchange glances, bursting into hearty laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" the elder demanded, his voice dropping to a freezing chill.

"They are laughing at your ignorance," the demon said, having already shrouded himself once more in his dark robes.

Su Tianji chimed in, "All this immortal maiden does each day is watch dramas and tend to her vegetables. If you lot can't even best a salted fish like me, how do you have the cheek to boast of being powerhouses?"

"Do you... do you mean to say there are those among you who are stronger?!" The elder stared at the group in utter disbelief.

"...Even stronger?!" Inside the Grand Hall of Saint Heinz, everyone stared at them, completely dumbfounded.

Su Tianji was holding her communication jade. "Boss, care to say a few words?"

Boss Fang, who had been on the verge of dozing off, suddenly snapped his eyes open. "What?"

"So after all that fuss, there's actually nothing for me to do?" Boss Fang opened his chat window and sent a voice message. "Damn scrubs, don't bother coming back again."

"There you go." Su Tianji tapped her iPhon-style communication jade a couple of times and hit play. "This is his advice to you."

The communication jade promptly broadcasted the voice message Boss Fang had sent: "Damn scrubs, don't bother coming back again."

Everyone in the Grand Hall of Saint Heinz: "...!!??"

Saint Heinz’s expression darkened instantly.

"World Mage" Hermatton’s face went entirely black: "..."

Sword Saint Cleos: "..."

Princess Isabella: "..."

Everyone's faces turned an ash-green hue.

What the actual hell!

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