Novel Full Chapter 1071 - 1071: Match Fixing with Kent King?!
“Rina Lova is talented, but two at once?”
“She’ll be forced out quickly.”
“She should’ve fought for seventh. Too arrogant!”
But when the duel began, Rina’s figure became a blur of silver light. Her whip carried elegance, each wave of her qi cutting like silk threads into steel. She parried one opponent’s halberd while redirecting the other’s blade, flowing between them like a dancer in moonlight.
“Is that all?” Rina’s voice was steady, her eyes glacial.
The crowd erupted when, with a single sweeping arc of her silver whip, she sent both opponents sprawling across the arena floor, their weapons shattered. The protective-formations flickered violently as if unable to withstand the force of her final strike.
She also fell back in exhaustion and her shoulder bleeding heavily.
The elder’s voice declared, “Winner—Rina Lova! She claims the fifth position!”
The arena trembled with cheers, many elders nodding in approval. Some sect masters even whispered among themselves, already considering marriage alliances. Rina simply bowed slightly, her expression unreadable, before descending from the stage.
Then came the most chaotic contest of the day—the fight for the third position.
Unlike the others, where two or three contenders had claimed the rank, a staggering seven disciples had chosen the third.
The elder’s voice shook the skies: “Seven contenders, one position! Duel until one remains standing!”
What followed was bedlam.
Blades clashed in a storm of qi. Lightning cracked, firestorms roared, and rivers of ice swept across the stage as seven top-tier geniuses unleashed their full strength. Alliances formed and broke within breaths, enemies turning into temporary allies to eliminate the stronger threats.
Hours passed before the first one was eliminated out of seven.
“Focus on the twin-sword freak!” one contender roared.
“No, she’s the real danger!” another shouted, pointing at a girl cloaked in black frost.
The spectators were wild, unable to look away. Every heartbeat brought betrayal, every moment a desperate strike. Two were eliminated within minutes after first one, their bodies hurled from the arena by overwhelming force. The remaining five fought savagely, their techniques lighting up the entire formation dome.
Li Chao, who called Kent a monkey, was defeated at last and sent flying from Arena.
He turned his head and stared at Kent before taking away by healers.
In the end, only a bloodied but unbroken youth stood tall, his chest heaving, eyes blazing with triumph. He raised his shattered blade high as the elder announced his victory. The crowd’s roar was deafening, and the defeated five collapsed in frustration and fury.
The contest for the second position followed, and though fierce, it could not rival the chaos of the third. Two powerful prodigies clashed with refined mastery, one wielding heavenly fire, the other summoning storms of ice. Their fight was a spectacle of extremes—fire against frost, day against night. At last, the fire genius prevailed, his flames searing through the frost and leaving the crowd in awe.
The elder raised both hands, his voice carrying to every corner of the arena.
“Thus concludes today’s battles!”
The air itself seemed to vibrate with tension. Everyone knew the meaning behind those words. All eyes turned toward five figures seated on the highest contestant platforms.
“The first position,” the elder continued solemnly, “shall be decided tomorrow. Five contenders remain… each of them unmatched in their generation. Their clash shall decide not only the champion but the one who shall represent Phoenix Range in the higher realms.”
The crowd roared so fiercely the mountains themselves echoed with it.
“Tomorrow!”
“Tomorrow!”
“Kent King! Shui Lan!”
Everywhere, whispers hissed through the air.
“Shui Lan of the Dark Sect, unrivalled genius of fire and wind qi!”
“And Kent King… the tricking demon! Did you see how he fought? Even the Sky Orb shook during his duel with Lee!”
“No one has ever stood against Shui Lan… will tomorrow be the day?”
The arena became a cauldron of speculation, the anticipation so thick it felt like the entire sky was trembling.
Above, Shui Lan sat quietly, his eyes like frozen lakes, indifferent to the chaos below. Across from him, Kent’s figure was calm as a storm before eruption, his beast veil mask concealing his expression, but his aura pulsed with silent defiance.
The elder’s final words echoed like divine decree:
“Tomorrow… the heavens themselves will bear witness. The five shall fight for the first rank… and among them—Kent and Shui Lan!”
The arena fell into an uproar, chants of names shaking the skies until even the clouds split apart. Tomorrow promised not just battles, but legend.
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Late Night…
The moon above Phoenix range was heavy and red, its glow spreading like spilled wine across the stone streets. The arena was empty now, its battle marks still glowing faintly within the protective formation, but the mountains were alive.
Taverns thundered with laughter, merchants haggled even at this hour, and gamblers threw fortunes across jade tables, betting on tomorrow’s first position battle.
Kent, however, sat cross-legged on the balcony of his allotted chamber in the Sky Fire Inn. He was calm—too calm for someone whose name was being screamed across every corner of the phoenix range.
A shadow stirred.
The door opened with no sound, and in walked a broad-shouldered man with a crimson mask covering half his face. His robes shimmered with golden embroidery, and a fan of phoenix feathers rested casually in his hand. His very presence smelled of smoke and coin.
“Red Face,” Kent said flatly, not even turning his head.
The man chuckled, bowing theatrically. “Oh, the great Kent King knows me? I’m flattered.”
Kent’s eyes stayed closed. “Your reputation for digging gold out of corpses is louder than your laughter.”
The fan snapped open, hiding the smile that curled beneath the crimson mask. “Ah… sharp tongue. I like it. But I didn’t come here to trade insults, young man. I came… to make you rich.”
At that, Kent finally turned, tilting his head slightly. “Rich?”
Red Face spread his arms wide, his rings glittering in the moonlight. “Not just rich—obscenely rich! Tomorrow, when you fight Shui Lan, you don’t need to win. You only need to… stumble. Make it convincing. Let him take the glory.”
Kent’s eyes narrowed behind the mask. “And what’s in this stumbling worth?”