Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 139 Elimination
The sound shocked everyone.

The sound silenced the entire arena.

Before this, everyone would have thought that the tournament would be a series of one-on-one battles, and that only after the final winner emerged would the renowned regent have a slight chance of personally stepping in and giving these powerful warriors, who held no real power, a chance to fight.

Everyone thought that would happen.

This is in line with convention and will indeed satisfy the audience.

However, now, the regent, who holds a high position, has spoken in this way.

He clearly won't gain anything from this.

The title of world champion was nothing more than an empty one, forcibly created by his authority. Even if he obtained it, he wouldn't gain any real benefit. Even though the culture of the Eastern Continent didn't circulate within the worldview of the Kingdom of Heaven, the people here understood the meaning of "a son of a wealthy family should not sit under a dangerous roof." And with such arrogance, even the slightest setback would make him a laughingstock.

He did something foolish, something meaningless.

however……

Blood was gushing out.

His breathing became heavy.

Whether they were commoners, nobles, scholars, or mercenaries watching the descending light curtain from afar in the cities of the Holy Kingdom, or seasoned warriors qualified to ascend Aincrad but stopped at the stands, at this moment, everyone felt their hearts pounding.

My tongue is getting dry, and a burning sensation is rising in my throat. My temples are throbbing clearly, and my eyes are burning and red.

When folly can be put into practice, it will be crowned with the name of a great deed. And after only a moment of silence, someone will let out a fanatical roar.

"World Champion! This is the real World Champion!" It was a strong barbarian warrior who did not belong to the Holy Kingdom. When he roared, his rough face was as red as charcoal.

"Down with them! Down with them all! Like wheels crushing weeds, like a torrent swallowing bushes!" He was a somewhat well-known magic chanter, who had completely disregarded his aura of wisdom.

More voices rose up.

More roars, more expectant eyes. The world has always loved a good spectacle; what could be more captivating than a one-on-one fight against ten?
"Down with them!" they screamed excitedly.

"World champion! World champion!" they shouted fervently.

"Caw! Your Majesty the Regent! We love you!" they shouted incoherently.

The arrow is thus on the bowstring.

The Regent, wielding two swords, stood silently on one side of the arena, gazing ahead with indifference and calm. The surrounding sounds and gazes had no effect on him; instead, they only served to highlight his arrogance.

He didn't take anyone in front of him seriously.

And those warriors who were qualified to step onto the final stage naturally felt proud.

No one could bring themselves to study tactics. No one wanted to dawdle or play tricks under the spotlight. Not even a single person would cooperate closely with their unfamiliar comrades or obey orders. Because most of them realized in an instant that this battle might be the most glorious of their lives, and every detail of the arena would be recorded by future generations.

Their eyes met.

The strongest of them, and perhaps the highest-ranking one on the surface, immediately let out an excited roar.

"I'll lead the charge!" said the burly man.

The white-bearded, white-haired barbarian giant from the Holy Kingdom was codenamed 'Humanity's Strongest'. As a human warrior, he had already reached the pinnacle of the extraordinary and possessed over 40 pure combat classes. Raising his giant axe, he was the first to charge towards the Regent, who wielded twin swords!

His body shimmered with light, undoubtedly the radiance of numerous martial arts techniques. His forward charge was interrupted by a sonic boom. And the sharp battle axe he swung forward was enveloped in a layer of blazing lightning!

That wasn't an ordinary battle axe; it was Preya's relic. Even if it was just an old souvenir buried at the bottom of a level 100 player's inventory, it possessed unparalleled power in the human realm!
The giant axe swung down.

Everyone had a way of dealing with the regent in mind.

It could be a profound spell, a swift shield, a summoned creature to block the attack, or even a teleportation to dodge.

This is only natural.

Because no one thought the Regent would be unable to withstand even the first axe blow, or be injured by it. Everyone inside and outside the arena, including the 'Strongest Human,' knew the Regent could easily handle the attack. At most, the way it was displayed might be different from what most people expected.

However, they were all wrong.

They were terribly wrong. What happened next was completely beyond their expectations. The Regent King, who had destroyed the demi-human kingdom and slain the dragon as a magic caster, had not used a single spell at this moment!
He merely swung the narrow sword in his left hand. Under the falling giant axe, the sword appeared as slender and delicate as an embroidery needle.

However, at the moment the two collided, the entire arena echoed with a piercing shriek amidst the scraping sound of metal!

'Clang—!'

It's not magic.

It's not the overwhelming brute force brought about by the buff effect.

The Regent's sword strike undoubtedly struck the battle axe and the axe-wielder's center of gravity. The subsequent sweeping attack was an exquisite display of swordsmanship. The massive axe, weighing tens of thousands of pounds, was almost entirely deflected by the attack. The invisible tremor that accompanied the shrill cry caused this warrior, whose strength was below average, to almost lose his grip on his weapon!
How could a magic caster possibly do such a thing?

With just this one sword strike, he was enough to become the king of the abnormal warriors—and this was not even the end, but only the beginning. For the Regent even had the leisure to evaluate the warrior before him!

“You should be better at using a long staff; this axe isn’t entirely an enhancement for you.” He drew a small circle with his narrow sword, and the battle axe, 'stuck' to the trembling blade, could no longer be wielded by the 'strongest human.' A series of blood spurted from the barbarian’s arms and wrists, and the Regent then passed over the body.

Handle heavy tasks with ease, without being flustered or hasty.

What is most awe-inspiring is that the power he displayed was not even greater than the average performance of the other candidates present. His victory was not based on brute force, but on skill.

Terrible technique.

It's as if they foresee the future, as if they have a clear understanding of everything.

His second step forward was slightly too high. The next moment, a seemingly improvised spinning kick struck Tenjō Tenge, who had appeared out of thin air and whose twin blades were only half a meter away from the Regent's neck, squarely in the waist and abdomen!
"You did a good job of concealing yourself, but your mind went blank when your comrades fell. You're surprised that I can fight like a warrior?"

Blood spurted from the ninja's throat. He flew out like a cannonball, crashing into the high protective wall at the edge of the arena. The force of that kick wasn't above the level of a deviant, yet what should have been a blow he could absorb and endure instead severely injured him!
That is, an overly restrained force.

The clash happened in the blink of an eye, and the two strongest challengers from the Theocracy had already fallen.

The Regent did not continue his attack; he simply stood there, swords in hand, where he had knocked down the second man.

"Aren't you afraid to make a move?"

He said his tone was as casual as everyday conversation, without any variation.

However, this short sentence made the other contestants, who still had some dignity, feel as if their faces were on fire.

"Attack together!" Someone shouted this.

Or rather, it doesn't matter who shouted it.

Chains of sand rose from the ground, and Razor Blade and the Demon Sword Chilinyram simultaneously blazed with light as they slashed down. It was the Warrior Captain's dazzling slash, and also the unleashing of Rajus's Demon Sword. The Silverbird Captain seized this opportunity to unleash his most prized spell.

"Local petrification curse!"

It was fifth-tier magic, the power of a hero. In addition, the cloaked staff-wielder appeared silently behind the Regent, and the moment his staff swung down, an alchemical vial rolled right to the Regent's feet.

Meaningless.

Once a unique skill has been used, there is no possibility of it being used a second time.

The greatsword swept across, striking the three weapons with perfect accuracy and hitting their weakest points simultaneously. The staff snapped, the sword was deflected. The attackers were all sent flying, coughing up blood. And the end of the greatsword's sweep was precisely in the direction from which Iveria had concealed herself using invisibility.

The swinging sword stirred up a directional storm. And that gathering storm, carrying sand and dust, struck the young vampire and knocked her down.

He moved forward, and the one who had cast the partial petrification curse had himself turned into a stunned stone statue. As he passed the statue, the human body returned to its original form, and he knelt down, panting.

The Regent glanced at the alchemist—the cloaked sorceress immediately raised her hands and stepped aside. Not only had the alchemical vial she had thrown not exploded, but it had somehow returned to her feet.

The audience was completely silent. What was supposed to be a fierce battle had turned into this.

No, it's not disappointment. It's that expectations continue to rise.

Because in the end, there were still two contestants left on the field!

The black blade of the hero's sword was slightly raised.

(End of this chapter)