Novel Full Chapter 1074 - 1074: Personal Favor?!
Zi Chen’s gaze swept across the arena, his voice rolling like thunder across the Phoenix Range. “This generation’s Golden Heir Tournament…” he paused, his smile calm, yet his aura oppressive, “has caught my interest. Let the world witness what kind of monsters are bred in this era.”
At once, the announcer elder raised his hands, and a glowing jade stele appeared in midair. From it, golden words unfurled, declaring the rewards once again, in honor of Tang Zi Chen’s presence.
“Heaven-Severing Sword Art – a supreme sword technique capable of slicing through space itself!”
The crowd erupted in gasps and screams.
“Nine-Nebula Divine Steps – a divine movement method granting the user the ability to step across void and distance!”
“Eternal Blood Refinement – a forbidden art that awakens dormant potential by refining one’s blood essence!”
“Void-Crushing Palm – a single palm strike magical spell powerful enough to collapse reality!”
“And lastly, the Grand Celestial Alchemy Codex – formulas lost even to the divine era!”
The roar of the crowd nearly shook the mountain apart. For cultivators, these names were legends whispered in sects and libraries, now suddenly within reach.
The elder’s voice rang one last time, “And for the victor, An optional Marriage contract with royal family women and a chance to step into the Immortal Wizards Academy of the Syndicate itself!”
The declaration split the heavens with its weight. Cries of envy, longing, and awe shook the air. Some disciples in the stands wept openly, for even a fragment of such fortune could alter the fate of nations.
Tang Zi Chen, however, raised his hand for silence. His voice, laced with celestial resonance, spread effortlessly. “I will grant one favor to the victor of this duel.”
The arena boiled. “A favor? From Tang Zi Chen?!”
“One word from him is enough to topple an empire!”
“Even sect masters would sell their souls for his promise!”
Kent stood in his corner, his heavenly sword balanced on his shoulder, his posture unchanged. His calm aura clashed sharply against the frenzy around him. Across the arena, Shui Lan stood with arms folded, his face calm yet eyes sharp as knives.
The elder gestured grandly. “Deciding duel of the night! For first position! Kent King versus Shui Lan!”
The arena quaked with cries. “Kent King is finished!”
“Shui Lan will crush him in three moves!”
“No… Kent King has tricks! Didn’t you see Huang Tian fall?”
“No trick can save him against Shui Lan’s might. Shui Lan is destined for the heavens!”
As the uproar raged, Tang Zi Chen turned deliberately toward Shui Lan. His lips curled faintly into a smile. “Shui Lan,” he said, his voice quiet yet reaching every ear, “defeat Kent King… and I shall grant you a personal favor.”
The arena exploded into chaos.
“A favor from Tang Zi Chen! Shui Lan is already destined to win!”
“Then it’s decided! Kent King is finished!”
The three words echoed through the stands: finished, finished, finished.
On the stands, gamblers roared, clutching their betting slips. The gambling association’s Red Face laughed until his mask nearly slipped. “We’ve already won back every coin that fat rat stole from us! Shui Lan is the blade in my hand tonight!”
Down in the arena, Shui Lan’s lips curved into a smile, his eyes fixed on Kent. “Did you hear, Kent King? Even the heavens favor me.” He raised his hand, a shimmering tide of fire storm rising with it, a promise of his terrifying water arts, specially prepared for Kent.
Kent tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching into the faintest of smiles. The heavenly sword slid lazily from his shoulder, tip scratching a line into the arena floor. His gaze never shifted, his predator’s eyes drilling into Shui Lan’s heart.
The crowd’s chant reached its peak. “Begin! Begin! Begin!”
The elder raised his hand high, spiritual light surging to the heavens. His voice was a boom that shattered silence.
“The duel for first rank begins now!”
Kent and Shui Lan moved not a step, their eyes locked across the glowing battlefield. Behind them, the other three had already been swept aside—one slain, two defeated with single, merciless blows. Now, only the two remained, predator and predator, storm and ocean.
The crowd held its breath.
“Begin!” The sixth elder’s voice still echoed as the smoke of firecrackers lingered in the air.
“Rakshasa Prana Harini” [Demon life take]
Shui Lan directly released an enchanted spear given by Red Face.
The spear, wrapped in crimson glow, rushed forward like a thunderbolt, its tip morphing into the skull of a horned red demon.
Kent, unmoved, raised his sword lightly, whispering—
“Samudra Gamana Chandra Jyoti”
(Sea Wave Crescent Light)
A crescent arc of ocean-blue sword light cleaved forward, shattering the demonic skull into fragments of fire. The glow on Shui Lan’s face dimmed; he realized Kent had neutralized his strongest enchantment as if it were nothing.
But Shui Lan did not stop. He bit his tongue, his form flickering into rippling air.
From the left cloud he descended, thrusting again—
“Agnivarna Vajra Shakti”
(Flame-Colored Thunder Spear)
The spear boomed like thunder, its shaft wreathed in fiery lightning, piercing straight at Kent’s chest.
Kent’s eyes barely narrowed. He turned his wrist and released—
“Varuna Kavach Bindhu”
(Droplet Shield of the Sea God)
A translucent barrier of rippling water-bubbles rose around him, each bubble exploding softly as the thunder spear struck, dispersing the force like waves scattering rocks.
Shui Lan reappeared on the ground, sweat on his temples. His spear elongated suddenly, splitting into three phantoms, stabbing from three different directions at once.
“Trikuta Maya Pravesa”
(Illusion of Three Peaks)
But Kent’s figure blurred, his feet sliding on mist as he stepped aside without hurry. A single sweep of his blade dispersed all three phantoms into smoke.
Still unwilling to yield, Shui Lan vanished again into the sky, his form flickering like a mirage among the drifting clouds. From above, he hurled his spear, the entire weapon breaking into a rain of flaming shards.
“Rudra Agni Asmavarsha”
(Storm of Fiery Stones of Rudra)
The battlefield turned into a crimson downpour, blazing meteors crashing all around Kent.
Kent finally lifted his sword higher, murmuring calmly—
“Shanta Sindhu Nritta”
(Dance of the Tranquil Ocean)
His sword light unfolded like waves of calm sea, washing across the fiery storm. Each shard was swallowed, leaving only ripples in the air.
Shui Lan reappeared once more, gasping for breath, yet his eyes gleamed with stubborn fire. Kent’s steps remained steady, his breathing calm, as if he had never truly exerted himself.
The two figures circled—the spear glimmering with fractured light, the sword glowing with oceanic calm—clashing again and again, neither yielding ground, the fight flowing like an endless tide.
And then… both disappeared into shifting clouds, leaving only flashes of light and thunderous echoes to announce their battle, as though heaven and earth themselves were watching in suspense.
–
PeterPan…!