In the Name of Empress-Chapter 557 - 339: Strike!

This is a bloodthirsty and frenzied night.

The death of Ansue did not stop the overseas Transcendents from their frantic pace; quite the contrary, as he was slain by Sofia, the Sword Saint drew his second sword.

This is a two-handed heavy sword; he is going all out.

Roland raised his Shield to meet him, fighting side by side with Sif. Her Long Spear darted like a viper, producing sharp whistling sounds to disrupt the Sword Saint’s rhythm.

Her coordination with Roland was perfect, requiring no words or glances to achieve flawless cooperation.

Outside the Flower Sea, the battles on other fronts were equally brutal, even more bloody.

The chances for survival were too few.

Besides the two unlucky ones eliminated before the start, the remaining 193 Transcendents on the field were vying for 60 precious tickets.

Approximately only one in three could survive.

Though there were gaps in strength among the Transcendents, in the eyes of ordinary people, they were all akin to superhumans.

All were outstanding figures stride forward on the path of power, who among them doesn’t have some glorious past?

If I’m still alive, why say I have no chance?

Everyone embraced a belief that defeating one more is one, thoroughly crazy.

Apart from the elite games at the Flower Sea mountaintop, the surrounding Transcendents were also very coherent in seeking opponents with similar rankings to engage in combat.

Screams, roars, and shouts collectively composed a Hellish funeral dirge.

On the fierce battlefield, several judges stood on the floating palace’s observation deck, looking with interest at the bloody battlefield below.

Watching nearly two hundred Transcendents in melee, the only female judge in the jury yawned, somewhat impatiently saying:

"This is the least participated preliminary ever, how boring."

Her words made a young male judge nearby frown slightly, also provoking laughter from others.

The Blind Hero Oliver, covered with a purple blindfold over his eyes, smiled and explained:

"It’s not surprising; this time we only gathered eligible Land Transcendents. Those Ocean Transcendents, Core Transcendents, Beasts, Fierce Beasts, Shady Spirits, and descendants of the Magic Empire are not participating. Though there are not many people, the selection process is quite exciting."

Oliver’s words did not resonate with the female judge; she frowned, snorted lightly, and with her fingertips glowing a faint green, disdainfully said:

"Exciting? Aside from the Empress of the Frosty Winter’s barely excellent performance, just those few at the Flower Sea can barely be seen worthy, where is anything else exciting?"

Oliver didn’t argue with the lady judge; he merely sighed softly, calmly saying:

"Look over there, those playing cards with their opponents, their duel is quite exciting."

The female judge was somewhat surprised, casting her gaze on the pair pointed out by the Blind Hero, observing for a moment, unable to help but stare at the Blind Hero, "Are you serious?"

"Certainly."

The female judge couldn’t help but laugh, "Those two are ranked 185 and 183 respectively. Unless a miracle occurs, there’s no chance at all, and their combat skills can only be rated as poor. I know you want to say they’re fighting for survival, the beautiful bloom of life, right?" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Jena, you’re wrong."

The Blind Hero did not argue with the lady judge, he merely said hauntingly, "As you said, only a miracle can save them, so they are fighting for a miracle."

Though Oliver said it earnestly, Jena couldn’t understand it; she continued to retort, "Humans always like to believe in those ethereal things, we Elemental Spirits are different, I only believe in strength and skill."

Oliver sighed lightly, saying nothing.

There are also differences among Elemental Spirits.

He believes in fertility, blessed by the Lord of Fertility, can condense flesh and blood, had a bit of mindset towards flesh creatures, other judges are different, the elements constituting their bodies are wind, earth, water, fire, light, and dark, they cannot understand the vivid splendor of flesh life.

Oliver abandoned the argument, silently watching the battlefield, watching 183 and 185 like chicken pecking at each other their final performance.

No miracle occurred.

and 185 were evenly matched, both exhausted, were opportunistically reaped by passing number 145, yet 145 had no time to revel, he too was soon taken by number 92 who just slew 133.

Such battles continued to unfold, and the number of people on the battlefield was rapidly decreasing.

Seeing 183 and 185 passing one after another, the lady judge Jena couldn’t help but give a crisp laugh.

"Oliver, is this the miracle you said? It really is interesting."

Jena’s cold sarcasm incited laughter from the other judges.

Since Oliver acquired a flesh form, there had been some alienation between him and the others.

To them, Oliver had become dirty, unclean.

How can the pure higher elements be polluted by lowly blood and flesh?

The mortal flesh body is very fragile; only if they reach Holy Sanctuary (Tier 3) can they qualify to be equated with them.

After Ascension to Divinity, the fragile flesh will become a Divine Body, then it is another matter.

Those humans below, merely Tier Seven mortals, naturally are despised flesh.

Most of the judges were watching ants fight, all with a mindset of wanting to see rivers of blood.

The more intense the internal conflict of the human Transcendents, the happier they were.

The Blind Hero Oliver was completely a maverick among the judges.

He even held a Crystal Ball to record the battlefield dynamics.

The Crystal Ball in his hand is also a Divine Artifact, the recording range is very large, and it can capture many video images.

He likes photography in his leisure time; this Crystal Ball recorded countless fierce battle images, also containing sparring among the judges.

He also often reviewed and replayed, helping himself improve.