I'm not just human!

"The first match will be..."

"Painter, versus the Laughing Clown!"

Chapter 223 Two Divine Battle Techniques? Xia Fa's Improvement!

Whoosh—!

Whoosh—!

Waves surged and crashed against the edge of the metal arena, pale blue waves shattering against the steel walls, splashing countless droplets.

Whether it was the audience outside the golden barrier or the young overlords inside, everyone was holding their breath and watching the two figures on the arena with complete focus.

It was a clown with exaggerated face paint, a bright red nose, and holding eerily green poisoned daggers in his hands.

And a painter dressed as an artist, with a light brown vest and beret, holding a drawing board in his left hand and a paintbrush in his right!

Among young people of this era, these two can be considered among the most outstanding and powerful.

Not only are they all angel-level overlords, but each of them has also mastered a divine battle technique!

And now, the two are about to begin a decisive battle with all their might!

Many spectators, especially the younger ones, were so excited that their hearts felt like they were going to jump out of their chests, and their faces were flushed, eagerly awaiting the start of the match.

In the extraordinary world, top young overlords, under normal circumstances, would not engage in such a life-or-death battle for the sake of their own interests, since they are all waiting to become extraordinary monarchs.

Only on the arena where the Golden Beacon Scroll is fought can you see a battle of this caliber!

Not only young viewers, but even some veteran angels and rulers are closely watching this unprecedented battle.

Among the audience members who came to Caligi from all over the universe, there were many rulers and even extraordinary monarchs, but very few, almost none, had mastered the divine battle techniques.

The reason is simple: the Divine Battle Technique... can only be mastered by the most outstanding and talented individuals, and such beings are absorbed into the Earthly Divine Kingdom by the Nine Great Churches very early on.

Therefore, even those who did not have the opportunity to enter the earthly kingdoms of the nine great gods, but who became spectators of angels, rulers, or even extraordinary monarchs through their own talent, hard work, and opportunities, were full of curiosity about the divine battle tactics.

Of course, there are also some geniuses who are outside the nine major churches and have never entered any earthly divine kingdoms, yet they can master divine battle techniques without a teacher, but they are far too few.

Who do you think will win this match?

Perhaps acknowledging Xiafa's intelligence, or perhaps marveling at Xiafa's shrewd maneuvers in the second round, Tefaro actually took the initiative to strike up a conversation this time.

However, he still had that lazy look on his face. Holding his scimitar, he sat down on the mechanical massage chair next to Xia Fa without saying a word as soon as he arrived.

Xia Fa was somewhat surprised by Tefalo's initiative, but still addressed the matter at hand:

"It's hard to say, mainly because I don't know much about the Laughing Clown, I have no information about him at all."

Xia Fa was unaware of either the overlord-level secret agreement signed by the Laughing Clown or the divine battle tactics he possessed, and therefore had no way of judging the outcome of this great battle.

Tefal's lips curled into a slight smile, carrying a hint of nonchalance:

"I think... well, actually I don't know either."

Xia Fa was somewhat speechless:

"When you asked that question earlier, I thought you would have some judgment."

Tefal, clutching his scimitar, stared at the painter and the laughing clown on the metal ring, a meaningful expression on his face:

"To be honest, I always felt... that the two of them seemed to be evenly matched."

As he spoke, Tefal stretched lazily, seemingly invigorated by the impending battle between some of his strongest rivals, and chuckled:

"However, no matter what, we can always get some information from this."

Just then, Alexander emerged from the pirate ship's toilet, shaking off the water and urine from the giant mechanical arm.

Seeing that his mechanical massage chair was occupied by Tefal, and that Tefal was even chatting with his older brother, Alexander, while marveling at and admiring his older brother's charm, could only silently walk to the side, take out another mechanical massage chair, and then sit down again.

With a flick of his hand, he produced a large, hand-cranked popcorn machine from who-knows-where, poured in a large bag of corn, and then, right in front of everyone, started cranking it.

boom!

With a loud bang, thick white smoke billowed from the popcorn machine, filling the air with the aroma of burnt corn.

"Come on, big brother, let's eat together!"

Alexander chuckled and poured out two servings of popcorn, handing one to Xia Fa.

Shafa smiled and accepted it, glanced at Tefaro beside him, then turned back to Alexander and said:

"Give Him one too."

"okay!"

Alexander had actually prepared a copy for Thephalos, after all, He couldn't possibly neglect Thephalos, who shared a common earthly divine kingdom with Him and was the most powerful among his peers, without good reason.

But without Shaphat's permission, Alexander could not act rashly; he knew very well whose subordinate he was.

"Tefaro, come on, your brother has spoken, you should eat with us."

Alexander quickly poured another serving of popcorn and handed it to Tefal.

Tefalo took it with one hand, but smiled at Alexander:

Thanks.

Alexander was slightly surprised, not expecting Tefaro to be so polite to him.

After all, in the earthly kingdom of God, Thephalos would never have given Him a second glance, but now he actually took the initiative to thank Him!

After thinking about it, Alexander suddenly realized that Tefal was probably doing this... out of respect for his older brother!

"Following the big brother is really great..."

Alexander was overjoyed, feeling as if he had become a member of the inner circle of top-tier angelic overlords like his elder brother and Tefalo, and sat down again.

The three of them ate popcorn together and looked towards the ring.

On the metal ring.

In a tense atmosphere under the spotlight,

The painter and the clown, however, remain locked in a standoff.

The painter wore an elegant, artist's smile, composed and seemingly ready to strike later.

The Laughing Clown stood expressionless on one side of the metal ring, watching his opponent from afar.

Although the battle is about to escalate, neither of the two top-tier angel-level overlords has made a move yet.

Nobody knows what will happen next.

"Daddy, Daddy, what are they doing? Why aren't they hitting them?"

Outside the golden barrier, within the audience area of ​​the Homo sapiens.

Homo sapiens are one of the more well-known demi-human races in the entire universe, and this time, hundreds of them were brought over by the Golden Beacon Scroll to watch the battle.

As demi-humans, the biggest difference between Homo sapiens and humans is that their brains are exceptionally large, making them look like mad scientists among aliens, with heads that resemble giant balls.

This is also one of the most intelligent races in the universe. It is said that they have already begun to try to study the industrial applications of oil and develop technologies such as network communication.

At this moment, a young Homo sapiens boy is tugging at his father's sleeve, asking a question out of curiosity.

The middle-aged Homo sapiens smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming with a wisdom that seemed to see through everything, and said calmly:

"This is a duel between masters! They're competing in terms of sheer power!"

"Impressive aura?" the Homo sapiens child asked curiously.

"Yes, even though they haven't made a move, their invisible auras are clashing in the air, engaging in a fierce battle!"

This middle-aged Homo sapiens seemed to know quite a bit about this, and explained with great confidence:

"Whoever loses in terms of morale is very likely to be defeated in this great battle!"

"This is what a master is like. They no longer adhere to specific techniques, but instead engage in a fierce battle of wills from the very beginning!"

"After all, willpower... is the decisive factor in success or failure among masters!"

He had barely finished speaking.

An astonishing emerald green light shone from the metal arena!

Even through the golden barrier, viewers throughout the universe could sense the ferocious toxicity contained within that emerald light, and even seemed to smell the stench of poison.

The next moment, all the emerald light suddenly contracted, converging behind the painter.

puff!

A dagger, a chillingly green dagger, was now embedded in the painter's vest.

Immediately afterwards, a transparent figure holding a dagger slowly emerged from behind the painter.

It's the Laughing Clown!

The painter's fair face immediately turned a terrifying emerald green, with black veins bulging from under his skin, as if he had been poisoned.

He stared incredulously at the laughing clown standing motionless on the other side of the ring.

Then, with difficulty, he turned around to look at the other clown who had ambushed him.

Finally, a look of regret, as if for oversight, appeared on the painter's face.

"Ooooooooo!!!"

As a physical commentator, his excited voice suddenly rang out, as if he were explaining the game to those low-level superhumans who were only at the fungus, insect, or eagle level and might not understand it.

"A sneak attack! The Clown of Laughter has used his clone to launch a stealth sneak attack!"

"This must be the secret ability from the two advanced secret contracts, [Optical Invisibility] and [Mysterious Clown]! It was used by the angel-level Laughing Clown, and it actually fooled the painter's senses!"

"Wait, did we really manage to hide it?"

As soon as the narrator finished speaking, with a "pop," the painter's figure, which appeared to be poisoned, burst open like a bubble, instantly turning into oil paint that splashed onto the ground like water.

As soon as the paint touched the ground, it began to bubble and fizz, as if it had transformed into a colorful swamp.

The next moment, snow-white, withered bone claws emerged from the colorful swamp and grabbed the ankles of the clown's clone.

For some reason, the Clown of Laughter's clone was unable to resist and was pulled into the Seven-Colored Swamp.

Above the metal arena, in the vast sky, the painter's true form emerged.