Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 682 Fighting Tournament (4-in-1)

"The news has been confirmed; it is true."

The mages, too, detected something through "divination."

A powerful native has opened his "crown chakra" and is about to attempt to prove his legendary status through the martial arts realm of achieving oneness with heaven and man...

Soon after, Legatus and Roy met to discuss the matter.

"A response must be made as soon as possible."

Roy said seriously.

"Let's call Impetto back first and think of a solution together."

Also, we need to keep in touch with the monks.

Legatos said.

In a very short time, the group acted independently and completed their plans for strategic defense and communication.

This is a matter of life and death, and no one dares to be negligent.

……

Shortly after, in the conference room.

As soon as Impetto entered, the crystal ball on the table was activated, displaying a light screen-like effect.

Two figures of Yachinila mages dressed in long robes appeared on the other side of the long table.

"Your Excellency Oyid, Your Excellency Libara."

All three rose and greeted each other with the courtesy due to spellcasters.

Upon seeing this, the two responded with equal courtesy.

This was Roy's first time communicating directly with the other party, but he already knew about it from the information he had gathered.

Both of them were high-level spellcasters with the title of Archmage, living for over a thousand years, and their rank was comparable to that of Archmage Gorm, who once attacked Nightland.

"You two are probably already aware of the matter of Dorok, so I won't go into the details."

After taking their seats, Legatus got straight to the point.

"If the natives were to give birth to a legendary powerhouse, it would be a devastating blow to the very foundation upon which we stand."

I propose that we join forces to eliminate it.

"I agree in principle, but how exactly do we do it?"

Archmage Oyid said cautiously.

"The old method: organize the 'Martial Arts King Fighting Tournament'."

We will publicly promote the unrestricted Martial Arts King Tournament to the whole world, implementing an ultimate elimination system where the winner takes all and the loser is condemned!

Given the nature of this world, that powerful figure would inevitably find it impossible to remain uninvolved and would have to do everything in his power to participate.

That way, we can identify and intercept them!

Legatos said.

Upon hearing this, the two archmages opposite him visibly frowned.

But a moment later.

Oyd nodded anyway.

"it is good."

……

"Martial Arts King, a fighting tournament?"

After the meeting, Roy murmured softly.

"This can be considered a kind of ritual magic, which is essentially similar to the sacrifices performed by religious countries."

Legatos thought Roy hadn't had time to look at the information and kindly explained.

"I know, the winner takes all..."

However, if the native were to actually win the title of Martial Arts King, bestowing upon him immense fame and honor, his divine will would be greatly strengthened.

Perhaps this unintended consequence will actually create a legend.

Roy said.

"It won't come to that."

Legatus affirmed.

"The reason we are able to hold this competition is because of our technological capabilities that transcend the times, which enable us to popularize live streaming in major cities and gather the faith of the people."

This is something the natives of Yodakara could not do.

As long as we control this competition, we'll have plenty of opportunities to manipulate things.

Whether it's the schedule, the format, or various methods used both on and off the field...

Do whatever it takes!

If all else fails, at the last minute, the signal can be cut off and the carefully prepared illusion can be replaced!
There was a similar success story a century ago.

The mages meticulously prepared a devastating weapon: the 'Blazing Sun' with a power equivalent to over 6 degrees Celsius...

Taking advantage of the intense final battle, a long-range throw from beyond visual range eliminated the opponent!

"what?"

Even on the floating island, this is a classified, long-sealed file.

This was the first time Roy had heard the details.

"It sounds despicable, but it works, doesn't it?"

Legatos said in a deep voice.

"Moreover, by extinguishing the native's legendary seed, we can not only obtain the rewards mentioned above, but also seize his legendary destiny!"
This person has undoubtedly attained the destiny bestowed upon them, and is about to transform into a Golden Human!

"As for the specific plans, the mages will definitely make many demands."

Impetto was concerned with getting things done.

Sure enough, not long after, the monks sent over their suggestion to repeat the same trick.

Their demands were that they provide the site and the bombs, and carry out the final attack.

The wizards were responsible for providing the level three warriors as bait.

"A hundred years ago, we had no choice but to agree to their terms because we lost the initiative."

But this time, Buyl was defeated first, so they have no right to negotiate with us!

Legatus and Impetto were quite displeased upon hearing this.

"The remote control must be in our hands!"

……

Roy did not participate in the negotiations; instead, he was responsible for providing the contestants with the necessary secret medicine.

There are plenty of materials available in the warehouse.

They also readily provided all kinds of information.

The goal is to significantly improve the strength of their own participants in a very short period of time, thus creating a predatory hunting strategy against the local strongmen.

Even if we cannot ultimately defeat them, we must exhaust the energy and stamina of the native strongmen as much as possible.

The success of the conspiracy a century ago was largely due to the desperate struggles of those involved.

"They actually used a secret medicine..."

Nisha was speechless when she found out.

The natives don't have the secret medicine, which is really unfair.

However, given the outcome of "the victor takes all," there is no room for discussion about fairness.

This was a colonial war; a naive civilization could have been doomed if it hadn't been careful.

Roy designed several secret medicines in one go, and even had a burst of inspiration to create some special flesh mushroom demons, intending to make an appearance and collect data.

While handling official business, they strive to gain as many benefits for themselves as possible.

……

Shangcheng District, test site.

A burly, muscular demon appeared before Roy.

That was a specially made demon who had just taken a bottle of a secret medicine, "Super Concentrated Matan Elixir".

Under the watchful eyes of Prandtl and Nisa, Roy used a bucket of paint to brush his body, instantly turning his originally pale skin into a bronze color with a metallic sheen.

"Ugh, that's disgusting!"

Looking at that bodybuilder with a wide, inverted triangle shape that was completely different from ordinary people, whose body proportions were also quite bloated, and who looked like a bodybuilder with devilish muscles, Prandtse and Nisa couldn't help but frown.

However, Roy slapped his chest with his palm.

A complex "alchemy array" appeared.

In a very short time, the demon's body transformed into real fire copper.

"Super-concentrated medicine, plus dye..."

These are all temporary reinforcement measures.

With the added power of my activating magic, alchemical miracles can be achieved in a short time...

"Show yourself, Bronze Matan Demon!"

Like a bronze, animated golem, the muscle warrior came to life.

******
"Yes, very energetic."

Roy looked at his masterpiece with a touch of admiration.

He immediately said, "Angali, kill him."

Not far behind, a female martial artist dressed in martial arts attire stepped forward, suddenly accelerated, and launched a fierce attack to begin the battle.

But the Matan Demon is clearly not the kind of fragile cannon fodder.

With the support of various special powers, he displayed the terrifying power of a peak first-level martial artist. With an energy boost of three to five hundred degrees, his punches and kicks were like shadows, quickly knocking An Jiali back.

Anjali had improved a lot compared to the past, but she was still caught off guard and her hands and feet went numb from the shock.

In her shock and anger, she activated the power of the curse seal, and black and red snake patterns covered her entire body.

Her own energy, combined with the curse mark and the specially trained "Sky Eagle Strike" technique, allowed her to unleash power surpassing that of her enemy, tearing the demon's body apart with a series of fierce blows.

But just when she thought she had defeated her opponent, the demon completely ignored the damage to her body and punched her again.

Anjali rolled away somewhat awkwardly, then looked at the demon again, a look of disbelief on her face.

Pranzhe and Nisa exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, this demon has really become much stronger."

Under Roy's command, the Mushroom Demons were always just cannon fodder and expendable resources.

I've never seen anything like this before.

In the ensuing battle, Anjali became noticeably more serious and cautious, but despite her best efforts, she was still unable to defeat him and ended up panting heavily.

Finally, perhaps it was due to overexertion.

The Matan Demon began to dissolve itself.

In previous battles, its internal meridians and blood vessel structures had already been damaged due to the circulation of energy.

However, because of the use of the "spirit of Zosimos" for dyeing, the temporary injection of blood mercury, and the transformation into fire copper, his entire body was imbued with the properties of demonic metal.

This gives it the ability to withstand high energy levels without being destroyed in the short term.

Only when the enchanted power faded did the body return to its original state, and then it quickly collapsed.

"Such a monster..."

Are they new cannon fodder?

Prandtse and Nisa were also aware of some of Roy's methods.

Seeing this, I roughly guessed what was going on.

Roy followed the same method and created a Silver Matan Demon and a Golden Matan Demon.

"Level two and level three standard cannon fodder..."

It can maintain a temperature of over a thousand or even ten thousand degrees for a period of time until it 'fades' before collapsing.

However, to further disguise myself, I'll change my appearance as well!

The actions taken during a breakdown also become more believable as self-destruction, or other forms of death.

He continued to improve the product.

……

Shortly after, Roy returned to his office only to hear that Legatus's negotiations with the mages had finally come to a conclusion.

"They finally agreed..."

The remote control will be under our control.

"One of our stockpiled magical artifacts will be delivered in the next few days."

Since Roy was an alchemist, he needed to examine and deal with the matter, so he quickly set off ahead to the handover point.

Under pressure from a common enemy, neither side resorted to underhanded tactics, and the handover was completed quickly.

Roy successfully saw the "Blazing Sun".

Under the illumination of the Eye of Hermes, a rich purple aura emerged.

"Level 3 Magic Artifact - Blazing Sun..."

Blazing Sun series, strategic-level nuclear weapons!
The spell's power is equivalent to 6.5 degrees, and its maximum range is 30000 kilometers!

"It's much thicker than the 'Blazing Sun' I used before!"

Reverse engineering is initiated.

Roy only glared at him once, and a large amount of data flooded his mind.

"It doesn't seem that hard to understand..."

Perhaps I could replicate this configuration and create a strategic nuclear weapon similar to a hydrogen bomb?
In that way, the temperature can be increased from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, meeting the standard of a level four magic device!

It can even keep being pushed upwards!

However, now is not the time to be busy with this, and Roy cannot attend to it for the time being.

……

July 10, the Biabandan Desert.

The scorching sun baked the boundless sea of ​​sand, and the heat waves rolled upwards in a distorted manner.

The rising air made the sand dunes appear like giant waves stretching towards the distant horizon.

For convenience, the competition was held in the desert, far from populated areas.

However, this was not because the wizards and sorcerers were benevolent, but rather to facilitate control of the situation.

If the enemy manages to escape, they can take advantage of the open space and lack of cover to immediately launch a new round of annihilation.

The mage side dispatched Archmage Libara, along with her subordinates, to coordinate with Roy and the others.

After meeting in the vast desert, both sides immediately got to work.

Her suggestion was: "Use specially made rock slabs, combined with a magic circle, to deploy an 'electrostatic field'."

In that way, we can generate a tiny current at a designated location to interrupt spellcasting at a crucial moment and interfere with the player…

Then, a sample was displayed.

This is a force field magic targeting neural electricity, and it possesses strong control properties!
Roy neither confirmed nor denied this, but simply continued with reverse engineering.

However, he wasn't someone who only ate and never vomited.

He still took out his Matan Elixir and Matan Demon.

Libara was somewhat surprised by this.

Mattan compound is an optimized and improved version of the awakening agent, which in itself is quite technically advanced.

Dyeing is a skillful form of alchemy.

Combine them and give them a third level of "activation".

This ability to apply knowledge was unprecedented in her life.

"Unfortunately, these puppets cannot grasp the true essence of the chakras and cannot unleash high-powered combat techniques."

However, using an array combined with magic was enough to fool the natives.

After a moment's thought, Libara offered some suggestions for improvement.

Roy readily accepted the good advice.

Both sides demonstrated a very high degree of cooperation at this time, and their respective subordinates worked tacitly to rapidly advance the project.

In just a few days, a platform more than 1000 meters wide was built, with multiple restrictions ensuring its sturdiness and durability.

Then there are the stands on each side, and the equipment used for live broadcasting.

In the sky, a giant, suspended wizard's eye was set up.

“If we set up this place like a military base, will those natives still come?”

Roy couldn't help but ask.

"It will come."

Aside from being driven by the destiny of a martial artist.

Indigenous people often possess a primitive innocence and simplicity.

They often rely on emotional thinking and think too highly of their enemies.

Add to that the information cocoon and the moral shackles.

That's enough to fool them.

Libara was silent for a moment, then answered with certainty.

"Alright, set up your alchemy array with the arena as the center!"

As agreed beforehand, the loser's fate is sealed, and we five will split the spoils equally!

Roy nodded and directed his subordinates, including Bokley and Riel, to get busy.

******
While Roy and Libara were busy in the desert, news spread like wildfire throughout Yodakara.

All sorts of flyers, TV news, street advertisements...

It completely ignited the enthusiasm of the people.

"The King of Martial Arts..."

"A fighting tournament?"

"The grand prize is 80 billion bina!"

"My God, even the runner-up has 40 billion!"

"They've been nominated for quite a few awards."

"Yes, as long as you make it into the top 128 shortlist, you'll receive a direct reward of 5000 million!"
然后以此类推，64强得1亿，32强得2亿，16强得4亿……

The final prize money will be divided between the champion and runner-up, plus additional prize money for each of them!

Everyone was excited and discussing it, as if they were actually there.

Yodakara is constantly embroiled in war, and its major cities are plagued by rampant gangs and chaotic management.

The average annual income per capita is less than 10,000 bianna.

Just by being shortlisted, you can escape poverty and become a millionaire!

"Not only that, there will also be a live broadcast, and it's free!"

"The ultimate winner will be crowned 'King' and ascend to the pinnacle of life in front of more than a billion people!"

More and more people became excited about it.

This is a fantastic opportunity that brings both fame and fortune!

……

Dorok, in a dilapidated five-story building.

"Eselin, have you heard?"
The wizards are holding a martial arts tournament, openly inviting and challenging powerful individuals from all sides!
No stage restrictions, no racial distinctions, no weapon restrictions, and no school of thought restrictions!
Completely unrestricted, a mixed martial arts style that upholds the winner-takes-all philosophy!

A muscular man with a buzz cut put down the flyer in his hand and spoke to Esselin as he entered.

He was none other than the mysterious and powerful figure who had once saved Esselin, "White Wolf" Wolf.

"Hmph, it's nothing more than testing weapons or verifying the strength of our resistance!"

"Eselin said."

He had previously followed his adoptive father, Serion, and learned a great deal from him, including some of the wizards' tricks.

"This conference is open to all levels."

However, apart from Level 3 experts who can directly register and qualify, everyone else must participate in the preliminary rounds to compete for a spot.

Are you planning to participate?

Wolf asked.

"I...will participate!"

Esselin lowered his head and pondered for a while.

But then a sharp glint appeared in his eyes.

"I have been stuck at the peak of the second level for too long and have never been able to awaken my own divine will."

This is clearly due to my lack of willpower and the fact that fate has not been on my side.

Continuing to cultivate is pointless.

Only by challenging the strong and seeking breakthroughs in battle can we find a way out!

“Great, I’ll join too.”

Wolf said.

"you also……"

Esserin looked slightly surprised.

"Although I am a level three martial artist, my strength has stagnated for a long time."

Participating in such a competition, competing against heroes from all over the world, wouldn't that be a wonderful experience?

A glint of light flashed in Wolf's eyes.

……

Another city, Piltover.

"Boom!"

Amidst the deafening roar, the buildings trembled.

A tall, burly man, as strong as a bull, withdrew his fist and spat.

"Vulnerable!"

Before him, the smoke and dust dissipated, revealing a man, his bones broken and his body covered in wounds, lying limp and weak in the ruins.

The henchmen trembled with fear as they watched the other man approach.

He is the strongest man in Piltover, a level two peak Feyal.

But just then, a flyer floated down from above.

Feyal narrowed his eyes, caught it, and suddenly his pupils dilated sharply.

"Championship, 80 billion!"

His bull-like body and rapid breathing became apparent.

"It's pointless, I'm not going to fight you for territory anymore."

I'm going to participate in the competition and win the prize money!

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Feyal turned and left.

Similar incidents occurred simultaneously in multiple cities, involving various powerful gangs and hidden masters.

……

"A conspiracy! This is definitely a conspiracy!"

On the other side, in the dimly lit basement.

Krusip stared wide-eyed at the leaflet in his hand, his whole body trembling with excitement as if he had seen something terrifying.

After a while, he seemed to wake up from a dream and quickly spoke to the other person in the room.

He was an elderly man wearing a short jacket, slightly thin, but with a vigorous spirit.

As pine trees stand tall, their extraordinary bearing is naturally revealed.

"Lord Hitches, you absolutely must not go to this so-called fighting tournament!"

They must be trying to use this opportunity to wipe out all the martial artists present!

"Your Excellency Krusip, please do not exaggerate!"

Even the most powerful wizards couldn't possibly accomplish such a thing!

Several young martial artists nearby couldn't help but cast disapproving glances at him upon hearing this.

This Krusip is the treasurer who defected from the wizards' side.

Originally a level one wizard, he has now gained the strength of a level two martial artist through bloodline technology, and has also become the chief scientist among the natives.

But many members of the resistance movement didn't like him very much.

Besides the well-known vigilance and precautions, there is also the reason that he always "exaggerates dangers" and "boosts the morale of others while diminishing his own."

"Martial artists aren't lambs to the slaughter. Even if they manage to kill one or two by surprise, how could they possibly kill them all?"

"Moreover, this kind of competition has been held before; it happened once a hundred years ago."

"Yes, the Martial God Sect's expert, Darlons, earned the title of Martial God precisely because of this!"

"But after that, Dallons disappeared without a trace, and no one has seen him since. Don't you have any doubts?"

"There have been rumors for a long time that he and his lover have retired to the mountains."

"This……"

"Alright, stop arguing."

Hitches coughed, interrupting their conversation.

Everyone stopped and turned their attention to him.

"Krusip, I know this is a trap, but I still have to go."

“You…” Krusip looked surprised and doubtful.

"In this world, only by dominating the martial arts can one create a legendary powerhouse!"
I have cultivated to the peak of the chakra realm, and I am only one step away from that goal. Even if I know that there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, I must go through them to witness the perfection of my soul.

I was worried about how to find a chance for promotion.

But unexpectedly, they handed the opportunity to us.

Let me use this to claim the title of Heavenly King and create my own legend.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice possessing an astonishing charm that calmed the diverse thoughts of everyone present.

Even knowing that the wizards would definitely resort to tricks and set traps, Krusip couldn't help but hesitate slightly.

"Too……

Even Impetto and Legatos are no match for Lord Hitches.

As for Roy from the logistics department...

He's just a newly promoted level three alchemist, nothing to worry about!

He couldn't change Hitches' decision, so he could only tell him everything he knew about the floating islands.

******
In the blink of an eye, nearly two months have passed.

The preliminary rounds are in full swing.

Under the powerful propaganda machine, a certain contestant stood out and quickly rose to a certain position on the leaderboard.

Who defeated what powerful figure and became the king of a certain city?

Things like this keep happening.

In a world where news is practically synonymous with story, just a few writers can produce dozens of short articles in a few hours and then distribute them in a matrix.

The sheer volume of information overwhelmed this backward world, occupying the thoughts and minds of everyone during their leisure time.

The wizards and sorcerers, who usually hindered and opposed each other, seemed to have completely abandoned their prejudices at this moment and reached a consensus on the matter of "suppressing the natives".

They used the conglomerates and media outlets under their control to meticulously produce several series of advertisements, one of the most striking being a set of contrasts.

Xiaoqiang was penniless and struggling alone in a foreign land, living a hard and stifling life.

One day, he suddenly received a flyer, signed up to participate, and surprisingly, he connected his chakras with amazing talent, continuously advanced, and became one of the strong contenders in the city competition.

At this point, he had become a city-level powerhouse, competing with other experts for the sole qualifying spot.

Xiao Shuai is usually handsome and charming, and humorous, which makes him very popular with girls.

One day, a challenge suddenly came knocking, but he cowardly avoided the fight and dared not participate.

So everyone realized that he was all show and no substance, not worth mentioning at all.

These advertisements attribute their success to personal traits and chance, downplaying systemic factors such as resources and daily effort.

This is practically telling everyone that the lives and values ​​of the indigenous people can only be determined through this competition.

While busy with his own affairs, Roy did some research and came to understand what asymmetric warfare was.

The advantages of a powerful civilization are comprehensive.

Besides the military field, there are many other factors that need to be considered.

"You could say that..."

Even if we are all defeated, severely injured, or even killed, and driven out of this world.

Yodakara still could not escape the fate of being colonized.

Because we have secretly taken control of their government, altered their history and culture, and even their textbooks.

Their traditions, beliefs, and values ​​are all shaped by us.

This current national character, which idolizes the strong and venerates muscle, stems from this.

Legatus proudly presents itself.

"That's quite impressive."

Roy had to admit it.

However, military operations remain the most directly relevant area.

All of this was merely a scheme to drive the native strongmen to the Biaban Desert to participate in the martial arts tournament conspired by wizards and mages.

He was waiting, waiting for all the finalists to gather.

……

Another half month has passed.

October 9th is here.

The shortlist of 100 finalists has finally been released. All 128 finalists boarded highway transportation and headed to their designated locations.

"The power levels in this world are so vague that even the class distinctions are unclear..."

It is possible for a level 2 peak player to defeat a level 3 player.

Even more remarkably, some are destined for greatness and truly manage to break through in battle!

Roy, Legatos, and the others briefly studied the list and discussed it.

"In that case, he can be considered a promising and outstanding talent!"

"of course.

This is a good opportunity to mark them all, or even eliminate them!

Of course, to avoid suspicion, it's best to release a group; there's no need to target everyone.

“I think we could give them commemorative medals or something, or even make this competition a regular event, held every five or ten years or so.”

"Where will all that funding come from?"
This is a completely unprofitable business!

"Perhaps we could issue lottery tickets?"

"Let's put those aside for now and find the legendary seed that can break through to the top chakra."

Under discussion.

Lottery selection, grouping, session planning...

All sorts of miscellaneous tasks were handled properly by his subordinates.

罗伊了解到，整个赛程分成七轮，分别是128进64、64进32，32进16……

Until the final match.

There is no time limit in order to "completely determine the winner".

They continue playing until a winner is determined, or until someone voluntarily concedes defeat.

He didn't pay attention to the other players, but instead focused his attention on the "Golden Matan Demon" that he had put in.

At this moment, this demon, clad in star-iron armor and resembling an iron tower, was mingling among the contestants, waiting to compete under the identity of "Kreo".

The natives of this world, of course, would not know that this is the name of a mushroom.

……

"It finally begins!"

Amidst the intense anticipation of the world, arrays of numerous drones have taken shape in the skies above major cities.

The mages' "holographic battlefield" arcane projections illuminated the images on the scene.

"Dear viewers, welcome to the world-famous 'Martial Arts King Fighting Tournament'!"
This is the first match of the first round of the 128-to-64 elimination round, and Maya Group is proud to sponsor the broadcast.

Now, the machine will conduct an absolutely fair random selection...

Oh, the results are in.

The big screen shows Feyalty vs. Creo!
Let's give a warm round of applause to welcome our two contestants to the stage!

The host, wearing sunglasses, held a microphone and enthusiastically broadcast from a high platform to the side.

Soon, the game officially started.

Golden Matan flew out like a cannonball, delivering a terrifying blow with astonishing power and speed.

A seemingly ordinary straight punch actually conceals a body equipped with "superior" or higher-level gear.

With various attributes and magical effects, the already comparable level 3 energy of Thousand Degrees has an even higher multiplier.

Before even a second-level peak level Fiyal could react, half of his head was smashed off, and he was blasted hundreds of meters away like a rag doll.

"Fallen to the ground and unable to get up..."

Ten, nine, eight, seven...

Creo wins!
That's amazing! I didn't expect the first match to be decided in just a few seconds. Let's congratulate player Creo..."

Both are located in the Biaban Desert.

However, it is a safe area more than 100 kilometers away from the competition venue.

Roy sat in front of the crystal artifact the size of a human head, watching the live stream main screen projected by the phantom, his gaze shifting slightly.

The moment the official results were announced, a huge golden scale pattern appeared in his mind.

The golden scales, several kilometers in diameter, formed the basic structure of "Territory Forged," covering the entire arena area.

This created a unique space that, before the "Net of All Spirits," extracted a portion of the loser's destiny and placed it within it.

As agreed, this will be divided equally among everyone.

but……

A mysterious talent has materialized, and unexpected gains have emerged.

[Alchemy talent gain is in progress (0%→4%)]

[Secret Spell Removal (Silver Rank)]

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