Chapter 1759 - 450: Twin Stars Shine, Unequal Confrontation

Chapter 1759: Chapter 450: Twin Stars Shine, Unequal Confrontation

The clash between these two dark horse newcomers of the tournament was instantly posted to the forums and became a hot topic.

A flood of players surged toward Arena No. 12834.

When players entered with free-view mode, their sight pierced through the dense cloud layers.

The words "Storm Island" surfaced, then quickly sank back into nothingness.

On the island.

As the teleportation light faded, the deafening Roar of Hai Lang and the howling wind instantly swallowed the members of both Warbands.

They found themselves standing upon an island suspended alone above a vast cerulean sea.

At the island’s center was a jagged black reef mountain, with sparse vegetation and rugged terrain, offering only limited cover.

All around was a surging, ink-blue sea; massive waves slammed endlessly against the shoreline, flinging up clouds of white spray.

Heavy lead-gray clouds pressed low over the sea’s surface; from time to time, pallid lightning darted between them, casting the dim world into a moment of ghastly white.

The damp, salty sea wind blew fiercely, whipping up sand and stone.

This was a battlefield with relatively cramped terrain.

At one end of the battlefield, on a high ground in the island’s eastern sector.

The air rippled like water, and the figures of the Mist Army members rapidly solidified.

The blue-haired youth Ye Ming stood at the very front of the Warband. The powerful sea wind blew his blue bangs backward; his pair of black eyes calmly swept across the rugged battlefield, finally fixing on the other side of the island.

Behind him, nearly six hundred assassins in dark-gray leather armor stood as still as Rock, letting the wind and rain lash against them. Their breathing quickly synchronized their aura, gradually merging with the reefs, as if they had always been part of this island.

The direction Ye Ming was looking, on the beach on the island’s western side.

Another column of teleportation light drew in, and the figures of the Dragon Sparrow Army appeared.

At their head stood Life Throat, his moon-white robe snapping in the gale, still carrying that transcendent air.

Behind him, five hundred stylistically diverse members had already taken their positions.

They did not conceal themselves like the Mist Army, instead standing in what appeared to be a loose formation, yet the Elements of various types in the air quietly gathered toward them.

The storm above the island was building; the battle was on the verge of erupting.

Neither side struck first; their gazes met across the distance.

When he saw his opponents clearly, Ye Ming’s heart sank.

For this tournament, he did not believe he had the ability to break into the top hundred.

Although he had confidence in his own ability and in his clan’s Combat Skills, the time they had held Player Qualification was ultimately too short.

Compared to those top-tier Warbands.

Whether in terms of the number of Star Vein Slots, Body Refining Level, Life Soul Level, or even Warband headcount, they were at a disadvantage in every regard.

This gap could be made up in the future, but at this stage there was no way to catch up.

Still, as long as their luck wasn’t abysmal, entering the top ten thousand of the Peak of the Stars tournament shouldn’t have been difficult.

However, after he saw their opponent for the fifth round, he realized this would be an Evil Battle.

How could he not recognize their identity?

In those ancient days before the Player Faction existed, before the Mingwu Clan had undergone Recovery, they had already known each other.

Back then he had been trapped in a desperate situation, and the Destiny Clan had been the dangerous hope to shatter his shackles.

And the one before him now was precisely the Life Master of the Dragon Sparrow Lineage of the Destiny Clan: Life Throat.

At their Peak, though both were Demigods, there was already a substantial gap in Combat Power between him and Life Throat.

Although both of them had started from Level 0 after becoming players, in terms of growth time, he was already behind.

Perhaps the Dragon Sparrow Destiny Master, influenced by the development of Gambling City, had gone through a period without actively Hunting and growing, but the Combat Skills he commanded would certainly be no weaker than Ye Ming’s.

In this confrontation, the odds of defeat far outweighed those of victory.

Even so, Ye Ming had no thought of giving up.

Back when he had been Mingwu General, he had treated the Dragon Sparrow Destiny Master with respect; that was the humility and survival wisdom a Weak Tribe needed when facing a Strong Clan they could not defy in a brutal world.

That respect arose from his understanding of Strength and from the need for his clan’s continuation.

But now, the era was different.

The player identity was like a great equalizer, smoothing out their innate differences.

Now they stood on the same starting line.

Perhaps the other had taken a few steps ahead in the early game, but this was not an unbridgeable chasm.

What they now fought over was the honor within the Player Faction, as well as the future resources and prestige of their Warbands.

Here, there was no Mingwu General, and no Dragon Sparrow Destiny Master—only rivals fighting for a shared goal.

Respect should not become a reason for Fear of Battle; it should be transformed into the drive to give everything.

In this duel, he would use the Mingwu Clan’s arts of war and slaughter to prove something to this former powerhouse.

On this new stage, he, Ye Ming, and the Mist Army under his command, possessed the same qualification to contest the Peak.

"Prepare for battle."

Ye Ming’s voice came through the guild channel, carrying a note of unquestionable resolve.

Sensing Ye Ming’s emotional shift, the eyes of the Mist members behind him instantly sharpened; their bodies lowered slightly, like leopards about to pounce, locking onto the targets at the far end of the island.

The storm Roared over the island, and killing intent spread with it.

"Kill!"

At Ye Ming’s shout, the Mist members behind him slipped away like ghosts into the shadows of the reefs, vanishing in an instant.

"Rise."

Life Throat spoke calmly, and the five hundred Dragon Sparrow members behind him all raised their hands at once.

Subtle Spiritual Patterns on the beach abruptly lit up, and a composite Element Array covering half the shoreline activated in an instant.

Fiery Flames Runes flowed across the ground, air currents swirled around them, and moisture condensed into Ice Crystals that hovered in midair.