Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 230 Pandaren Sanctuary

The thick clouds in the sky gradually dissipated.

The Sanctuary Spellcaster Antonio dispelled the rain clouds in the sky, simply because he felt bad about the constant rain.

The capital city was flooded everywhere, especially outside the Third Ring Road where there was a lack of effective drainage measures. The streets were almost impassable, and in many places the water was above knee-deep.

The Grand Colosseum was almost shut down, partly due to rain, but more so because of audience safety concerns.

The werewolf sanctuary, sitting cross-legged in the center of the arena, has a bad temper. If the divine being doesn't appear soon, he might take his own life out on the audience.

Ferocious beasts have no mercy or compassion. Besides, the security situation has been quite problematic lately.

Numerous strange creatures have been appearing at night, much earlier and more actively than in previous years. Coupled with the significant losses of elite forces involved in the demon war, the Violet Kingdom's strength has plummeted to an unprecedented low.

"That's about enough! Let's finish this tonight..."

"A bunch of beasts barely clinging to life dare to swagger around in human territory; they're practically courting death."

"Public attention has shifted away; they have no remaining value."

"The arena needs to resume operations as soon as possible; prolonged delays will negatively impact many industries and the economy."

The gladiatorial arena, as the most watched competitive sport, not only earns revenue from ticket sales and broadcasting fees for live audiences, but also from the highly profitable gambling industry, as well as nearby restaurants, training institutions, image-making businesses, and even the weapons and equipment industry, and businesses like GG, wielding a wide-ranging influence.

……

Walker, the werewolf, looked up at the dispersing clouds in the sky and let out a long, melodious howl.

It is a demonstration, a provocation, and an expression of impatience.

Despite the presence of many powerful figures, none dared to challenge it. It was filled with disdain, believing that the continent's overlord was nothing special and that the high priest was being overly cautious.

We have even more top-tier combat power!

A figure clad in a full purple inscribed suit, wielding an inscribed sword, slowly emerged from a passageway on one side of the arena.

Walker, the werewolf, slowly drew the heavy battle sword from his back.

The orcish tribes also dabbled in inscription-based armor-making techniques. However, they were far inferior to humans, lacking the forging technology for full-body armor, and only possessing scattered pieces such as belts, gauntlets, and knee pads, with a maximum limit of seven pieces.

Without exchanging any words, the two instantly unleashed their battle aura and fiercely clashed at one point.

It moved so fast that its form was obscured; only the yellowish-brown and dark purple streaks of light could be seen constantly intersecting.

The smooth ground cracked open, and stones turned into fragments and powder, which filled the air.

The tremors could be clearly felt for miles around. The dull thud struck the hearts of the onlookers like a heavy hammer blow.

The battle between Saint-level powerhouses was completely different from what they had imagined; many people had their eyes opened today.

The werewolf sanctuary possesses a certain physical advantage, with slightly stronger base stats than the human sanctuary. Unfortunately, their weaponry and equipment are significantly inferior, and their battle aura quality is also at a complete disadvantage. Given similar combat skills, it's virtually impossible to turn the tide.

The experts carefully selected by the Human Holy Land to solve problems are naturally not ordinary people.

The purple, annihilating battle aura easily suppressed the earthy yellow, ground-colored battle aura.

The quality of the fighting spirit of the two sides is not on the same level at all.

The werewolf sanctuary was covered in blood, roaring in despair. Even his increasing strength in battle couldn't reverse the tide of defeat.

The human saint's gaze was indifferent; he still had a trump card up his sleeve, and he hadn't been able to use his destruction mode. The victory was basically secured.

"Kill it!"

Long live humanity!

At this moment, both the audience present and those watching the live broadcast were in high spirits.

Letting those inferior beasts run rampant for a few days has made people furious.

Especially the owners of gambling establishments, who had lost several days' worth of profits for no reason, naturally had no goodwill towards the orcs who had disrupted their businesses. Moreover, their methods were so brutal.

The werewolf sanctuary was covered in wounds, its eyes turned bloodshot as it entered a bloodthirsty state, and its speed and strength increased even further.

Unleashing their life potential still failed to gain them an advantage. Once their momentum waned, their strength plummeted even further.

Werewolves have less stamina than humans, but their greater explosive power and larger size mean they lose agility. Even if both sides fight with ordinary weapons, humans are still more likely to emerge victorious in the end.

With a slash that pierced through the shoulder, the human saint coldly watched his fallen opponent.

The werewolf sanctuary gave a bitter laugh.

Defeat is defeat, but there's no need to abandon your dignity and admit defeat, since the High Priest will resurrect you anyway.

It readily stabbed itself in the heart.

The enormous wolf head became a trophy of the human sanctuary, held up in front of the camera as a show of defiance. Then, seemingly disgusted, it was casually tossed aside.

Just as the matter seemed to be over and the human holy realm was about to leave, they suddenly looked up at the sky as if they had something to say.

A figure plummeted like a shooting star. In an instant, the earth sank, and dust billowed. A crater more than ten meters in diameter appeared at the point of impact.

"Human, it's not time for you to walk yet."

The soft voice, though not loud, resonated clearly throughout the entire venue.

As the dust settled, a strange, beast-like figure came into view. A bear-man with black and white fur and a憨憨 (憨憨 is a Chinese idiom meaning clumsy or simple) appearance, wielding two swords.

The Human Saint looked at them with an undeniable air: "Your nonsense has a limit! Step back, or you will all be considered intruders."

"Once the god-like figure intervenes, everything will come to an end," the panda-man said calmly. "You can come up here as an appetizer! Of course, you can also run away; I won't chase you."

"Heh!" Before the Purple Armor Saint's cold laugh could even finish, his figure shot towards the enemy like an arrow.

A new round of fighting has broken out.

The alien bear possessed a formidable physique, with a strength far surpassing that of humans. Its speed and agility were equally impressive, its twin blades swung wildly, like a continuous, surging tide.

The Purple-Armored Saint Domain struggled to defend itself and was forced to retreat repeatedly. With a roar, the flames burning on its body suddenly surged.

Destruction Mode!

At the cost of consuming one's own life force and physical strength, one can greatly increase one's combat power in a short period of time.

Visibly, the Purple Armored Sacred Domain's speed increased dramatically, turning a passive situation into an active one.

The life-burning, annihilating battle aura seems to possess a mysterious power. Even when an opponent combines two different attributes of battle aura, it is difficult to withstand it in the slightest.

"The Annihilation Battle Qi is indeed powerful!" De Yulan, who was secretly watching the battle, exclaimed.

The Saint-level expert who stepped onto the stage is one of the guardians of the Violet Royal Family. He has never appeared in public before, likely due to his supposed hidden strength. Awakening the rare Annihilation Battle Qi is unlikely to be a coincidence; he most likely possesses the bloodline of the Violet Royal Family.

The battle between the two powerhouses was far more intense than the previous one.

The alien bear-man struggled to defend himself with his twin blades, his battle blood igniting as he entered a berserk state.

Different types of orcs possess different talents.

For example, Bloodlust and Berserk are both brief burst states. One is activated by passively taking damage, while the other is activated actively; both enhance physical attributes. Furthermore, Berserk also grants immunity to pain.

(End of this chapter)