Chapter 797: Two Rivals Twelve Dead Gods

The remaining four opponents exchanged serious glances, their expressions darkening as they watched Ragric casually twirl his lightning spear.

The dragon-scaled warrior clenched his fists. "Don’t underestimate him! That bastard is faster than we expected!"

The wind swordswoman nodded before raising her blade. "Then we’ll restrict his movements. His speed won’t matter if he can’t escape."

Meanwhile, the armored lancer and the assassin moved to opposite sides, carefully surrounding Ragric.

Ragric glanced between them and grinned. "Hehehe! Finally taking this seriously, huh? Good!"

Without warning, the wind swordswoman activated her bloodline ability.

[Divine Wind Domain: Thousand Cutting Winds!]

WOOOOOM!

Terrifying winds swept across the battlefield, forming countless invisible blades that restricted Ragric’s movements.

At the same time, the armored lancer charged forward.

[War Legion Spear Art: Heaven-Piercing Assault!]

BOOOOOOM!

His spear thrust forward with tremendous force.

Ragric immediately raised his own weapon.

CLAAAAANG!

Their spears collided, sending powerful shockwaves across the arena.

However, before Ragric could counterattack, the assassin appeared behind him.

[Shadow Execution: Phantom Reaper!]

Two curved blades slashed toward his back.

Ragric twisted his waist, narrowly avoiding the first strike, but the second cut across his shoulder.

SHIIING!

Blood splattered onto the ground.

"Tch! Not bad!" Ragric grunted, immediately kicking the assassin backward.

Unfortunately, the dragon-scaled warrior had already arrived.

[Crimson Dragon Fist: Dragon King’s Crushing Blow!]

BAAAAAANG!

A devastating punch struck Ragric’s chest, sending him flying across the arena.

BOOOOM!

He crashed into the ground, carving a long trench through the stone.

The four opponents immediately advanced.

The wind swordswoman smiled coldly. "Your speed is useless when we control the battlefield!"

Ragric slowly climbed to his feet, wiping the blood from his mouth. "Hehehe... You’ve got a point."

He glanced toward the surrounding wind domain, studying how the currents shifted whenever the swordswoman moved. "But every technique has a weakness."

The four frowned.

Ragric suddenly lowered his stance, gripping his spear with both hands.

[Thunder Spear God Physique!]

[Thunderstep: Lightning Flash!]

CRAAAAACK!

Golden electricity erupted beneath his feet as he accelerated toward the wind swordswoman.

She immediately strengthened her domain.

[Thousand Wind Blades!]

However, instead of rushing directly through the attacks, Ragric twisted sideways, following a narrow opening between the rotating currents.

The swordswoman’s eyes widened. "How did you find that opening?!"

Ragric grinned. "Your left shoulder moves before you redirect the wind!"

He suddenly thrust his spear forward.

[Paralyzing Pierce!]

BAAAAAANG!

The spear pierced her shoulder, releasing concentrated lightning throughout her body.

"ARGH!"

Her wind domain immediately weakened.

Ragric stepped closer and struck her abdomen with his knee.

BOOOOM!

The swordswoman crashed into the ground.

[Representative Eliminated]

Unfortunately, Ragric’s victory left him exposed.

The armored lancer immediately appeared beside him, thrusting his enormous spear toward his chest.

CLAAAAANG!

Ragric barely managed to block.

The tremendous impact forced him backward, allowing the assassin to launch another attack from behind.

SHIIING!

A curved blade tore through his side.

"UGH!"

Ragric gritted his teeth before suddenly planting his spear against the ground.

[Thunderstep: Reversal Flash!]

CRACKLE!

His body accelerated backward, surprising the assassin.

Before the man could retreat, Ragric twisted his spear and delivered a powerful thrust.

[Thunderstorm Assault!]

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three rapid strikes pierced the assassin’s defenses, while the final attack struck directly into his chest.

BAAAAAANG!

The assassin collapsed.

[Representative Eliminated]

Only the dragon-scaled warrior and the armored lancer remained.

However, Ragric was now bleeding from several wounds, and his breathing had become noticeably heavier.

The dragon-scaled warrior grinned fiercely. "HAHAHA! You’ve reached your limit!"

Ragric chuckled, although his grip on the spear tightened. "Maybe. But I’ve still got two of you left."

The armored lancer raised his weapon. "Then we’ll finish this together."

BOOOOOOM!

Both opponents charged simultaneously.

The dragon-scaled warrior attacked from the front, while the lancer attempted to strike Ragric’s exposed side.

Ragric immediately understood their strategy.

Rather than retreating, he accelerated directly toward the dragon-scaled warrior.

[Thunder Spear Body!]

Golden lightning spread across his arms and shoulders, transforming his entire physique into a concentrated piercing weapon.

CLAAAAANG!

His spear collided with the warrior’s dragon-scaled fist.

The impact shattered several scales, but Ragric’s weapon also developed a deep crack.

The armored lancer seized the opportunity.

[War Legion Spear Art: Final Execution!]

BAAAAAANG!

His spear struck Ragric’s back, piercing through his damaged armor.

Ragric coughed blood.

However, instead of retreating, he suddenly smiled. "Got you."

He twisted his body, trapping the lancer’s weapon beneath his arm.

Then he drove his lightning-covered elbow directly into the man’s chest.

[Paralyzing Pierce!]

CRAAAAACK!

A violent electrical discharge erupted through the lancer’s armor.

The man collapsed.

[Representative Eliminated]

The dragon-scaled warrior roared furiously. "YOU BASTARD!"

His entire body expanded as crimson dragon energy erupted from his scales.

[Crimson Dragon Bloodline: Tyrant Dragon Transformation!]

His physical strength surged dramatically.

Ragric could immediately sense the danger.

His opponent had sacrificed his remaining bloodline power for one final attack.

The dragon warrior charged, both fists glowing with destructive energy.

Ragric glanced at his cracked spear before grinning. "Hehehe... Guess this is my last one too."

He concentrated every remaining trace of divine lightning into his body.

[Ultimate: Living Thunder Spear!]

WOOOOOOM!

His entire physique shone with brilliant golden electricity.

Even his bones and muscles seemed to transform into an incredibly sharp divine spear.

Ragric lowered his stance. "Let’s see which one of us hits harder!"

BOOOOOOM!

The two collided.

KABOOOOOOOOOM!

A terrifying explosion engulfed the battlefield, shaking the entire arena.

When the golden and crimson energies finally disappeared, two figures lay motionless inside a massive crater.

The dragon-scaled warrior’s transformation had completely disappeared.

Meanwhile, Ragric’s armor was shattered, his spear broken, and his body covered in terrible injuries.

DING!

[Representative Eliminated]

[God Gym Representative Ragric — Eliminated]

[Total Opponents Defeated: 6]

The arena fell silent.

Ragric had eliminated six gods, but he had also exhausted himself completely.

As golden light began transporting his unconscious body away, his lips twitched into a faint, dissatisfied grin. "Tch... Damn it..."

He coughed weakly. "Looks like... a draw, Rovric..."

And with that, he finally lost consciousness.

On the observation platform, Garion burst into laughter. "HAHAHA! NOT BAD! SIX FOR ROVRIC AND SIX FOR RAGRIC! THOSE TWO BASTARDS REALLY ARE RIVALS!"

Rachel smiled gently. "Indeed. Their strength is impressive, but their competitiveness hasn’t changed."

Atlas immediately opened the system panel.

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[Remaining Representatives:]

[Divine Bloodline Faction: 3]

[War Legion Faction: 3]

[Divine Kingdom Faction: 3]

[God Gym Faction: 7]

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Garion examined the numbers before suddenly grinning. "Hehehe! Hey, system! Those three factions only have three representatives each, right?"

[Correct.]

Garion waved his hand dismissively. "Then why don’t you just send all nine of them together? Don’t drag this out any longer!"

For a moment, the golden panel remained silent.

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[Request Received.]

[Current Competition Balance Analyzed.]

[Special Adjustment Approved.]

[All Nine Remaining Opposing Representatives May Enter the Arena Simultaneously.]

[God Gym Shall Continue Deploying One Representative.]

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The three opposing candidates immediately grinned upon receiving the announcement.

Nine against one!

Surely, this time, they could finally defeat God Gym!

Meanwhile, Garion turned toward his remaining disciples. "Hehehe! Alright! Who wants to go next?"

A familiar voice suddenly answered. "Ahahaha! Master, how about letting this humble wine lover have a little fun?"

Garion turned around.

Dion Dulcoria stood nearby, wearing his elegant black-and-burgundy combat attire and tilted wide-brimmed hat.

His light-lavender hair swayed gently as he raised his wine gourd.

A mischievous smile spread across his face. "Nine opponents, huh? Sounds like a wonderful drinking party!"

Atlas immediately frowned.

[DION! ARE YOU ALREADY DRUNK?!]

Dion chuckled before taking another generous sip. "Drunk? My dear Atlas, that’s such a harsh accusation!"

He swayed slightly, grinning shamelessly. "I’m merely enjoying a little wine!"

Garion burst into laughter. "HAHAHA! Fine, Dion! You’re up next!"

Dion raised his gourd in appreciation. "Hehehe! Thank you, Master!"

Garion waved casually. "Alright, then! Good luck!"

Dion smiled. "Don’t worry, Master. I’ll make sure everyone has a wonderful time!"