Chapter 482 - 463: Global Champion!

Chapter 482: Chapter 463: Global Champion!

Ivan’s eyes lit up. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

If he could just seize this chance and kill Lin Qi, the fight would be over.

This chance was far too important to him.

His powerful Combat Talent granted him keen Perception. A sudden intuition, a powerful premonition, washed over him: if he failed to kill Lin Qi this time...

...he would likely never be able to defeat him again.

The premonition was baffling, but he reacted instantly.

His Special Ability was [Spiritual Mind Master], which came with incredibly sharp Perception.

He trusted his instincts. They were never wrong.

He was by nature careful and cautious. Confident, yes, but never careless.

This was the final match. The championship was his for the taking, and he wouldn’t let any mishaps get in his way.

BOOM!

Without a moment’s hesitation, he activated his Little Divine Power. Instantly, his heart began to pound, and his blood rushed through his veins like a frigid, torrential river.

His muscles swelled and veins bulged on his skin as all his physical senses were dramatically heightened.

His physical constitution was enhanced across the board.

For a Seventh Realm Martial Artist like him, activating a Little Divine Power unleashed a burst of Combat Power that was no weaker than the boost from a Special Ability.

"Hah!"

Ivan roared, his running speed skyrocketing. He moved like a phantom, so fast that most of the audience couldn’t even register his movement.

Lin Qi felt a powerful aura bearing down on him, and an unprecedented sense of crisis washed over him.

So, without any hesitation, he activated his own Little Divine Power.

[Vajra Transformation] activated.

THUMP-THUMP!

In that instant, it was as if a switch had been flipped inside his body. His heart pounded powerfully, and his blood, like rolling thunder, surged to every part of him.

His bodily functions kicked into overdrive. His muscles bulged, veins popped, and his Qi Blood churned violently.

The golden markings on his skin grew even more brilliant, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body.

He unleashed his Body Technique, *Thunder Extreme Nine Flashes*, with all his might.

His form blurred into a bolt of Lightning as he powered his leg muscles. Pivoting at the waist, he swung his Long Spear in a rapid spin, a Golden Sharpness flowing along its edge.

His golden eyes operated at full capacity, bringing the several-meter area around him into focus with his Energy Vision.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

In an instant, his Big Gun collided with the three Flying Knives. The powerful impact forced him backward across the concrete.

The three Flying Knives were knocked away, only to immediately fly back toward him.

WHOOSH!

At the same time, a fierce gust of wind slammed into him. A cold light flashed before his eyes—Ivan had arrived in an instant, swinging his Battle Saber.

Ivan erupted with his full power. His Mental Realm manifested—an image of the Northern Lights, which instantly fused with his Saber Technique.

His Saber Technique received some kind of enhancement, and its speed increased drastically.

At the same time, he mobilized his Spiritual Telekinesis to augment his own body.

With this double enhancement, it felt as if someone had given him a powerful shove from behind.

He shot forward like an aurora. As his blade danced, it created a sky full of saber glints, as ferocious as a Siberian Blizzard.

*Aurora Saber Technique*—Blizzard Frenzy!

The double enhancement made him as fast as Lightning. Many in the audience saw only a fleeting afterimage; within the space of a single breath, Ivan was already upon Lin Qi.

Lin Qi saw the slash with perfect clarity. Thanks to the Super Vision of his golden eyes, the trajectory of the Saber Technique was laid bare.

But his body couldn’t react in time to unleash its full power. He could only manage to thrust his Long Spear and strike a weak point in Ivan’s *Aurora Saber Technique*.

CLANG!

Power surged from him as the tip of his spear met the edge of the blade.

Lin Qi felt a bone-chilling Power travel through the shaft of the spear and into his body.

’Such immense power!’

Lin Qi was sent flying, his body completely out of his control. He realized this was Ivan’s true full strength. ’If he’d been this strong during the match with Shen Heng,’ he thought...

’...Shen Heng wouldn’t have lasted to the end at all.’

The force of that slash was so great that even Jenos, with his Innate Divine Strength, would have been cleaved in two.

’So strong!’

Ivan’s expression changed. He felt the power of his technique dissipate. Lin Qi’s spear strike had hit the weak point of his Saber Technique, interrupting the move’s trajectory.

This had weakened his technique’s power. At the same time, he felt an ominous premonition.

’Even that wasn’t enough to defeat Lin Qi?’

’He’s on a completely different level from Shen Heng.’

’Lin Qi is far stronger.’

"No matter how strong you are, you will fall by my hand! No one can stop me from taking the championship!"

Ivan roared as his Spiritual Telekinesis erupted. He controlled the three Flying Knives as if it cost him nothing, sending them hurtling toward Lin Qi.

At the same time, he swung his Battle Saber again and shot forward like a Siberian cold front—bone-chilling and brimming with killing intent.

The battle could turn on a dime, and Lin Qi was once again plunged into a life-or-death crisis.

As he was sent flying, he had to admit that the current Ivan was indeed terrifyingly strong.

This Ivan... his Realm was high, and his Saber Technique had reached the level of Mental Realm Communication with the Divine. The resulting boost to his Combat Power was simply absurd.

His personal Combat Talent was also of the highest caliber.

He was quite possibly the top SSS-level genius the Mao Bear had produced in years.

If not for Lin Qi himself, Ivan would have had a high probability of winning the championship and securing the Bear Country’s first-ever title in the national Martial Arts tournament.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Three silver Flying Knives, whistling as they tore through the air, assailed him from different directions.

The sharp, powerful wind whipped up by the Flying Knives already grazed Lin Qi’s face.

Ivan’s Battle Saber was less than two meters from Lin Qi. At his speed, a tenth of a second was all he needed to swing his saber and slay his opponent.

...

In the stands, the hearts of the spectators from the Bear Country began to pound uncontrollably.

Ivan was so close to winning.