Invincible Divine Destiny Selection System-Chapter 1152 - A Sword Four Updates

Chapter 1152: Chapter 1152: A Sword [Four Updates] Chapter 1152: Chapter 1152: A Sword [Four Updates] “Is there no one willing to fight anymore?”

Chu Yuan stood tall within the constructed space-time of Follow-the-Sun City, seeing no one eager to step up for a long time, feeling the melancholy invincibility of someone who longed for defeat, he said, “If anyone can defeat me, I am willing to offer the 200,000 Divine Bloodstones that I won earlier from the battles. All I seek is one defeat, to prove my Supreme Dao heart.”

200,000 Divine Bloodstones!

Boom!

The entire atmosphere of the martial arena boiled over!

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That’s a full 200,000 Divine Bloodstones!

Although Chu Yuan had pioneered a new mining area, he couldn’t mine as many as 200,000 in a year—just imagine the richness of it.

The Asura Martial Arena has its rules. For supreme-level battles, each contestant must contribute 10,000 Divine Stones as a stake, with the winner taking the stones.

Chu Yuan had won 20 consecutive victories without defeat, naturally winning 200,000.

However, Follow-the-Sun City would not take a cut of the winnings. Whatever you win is yours.

They already made a killing from the admission fees, using it to stimulate more powerful warriors to come and fight.

It was Chu Yuan’s own choice to put out 200,000.

With a push of his palm, the 200,000 Divine Bloodstones were enveloped within a mana space.

“This Chu Yuan is too arrogant, daring to offer up 200,000. Doesn’t he fear encountering a formidable opponent and losing everything?”

“He has the strength too. With such victories, he has a great chance to break through to 40 wins, 50 wins, or even the extremely rare 100 wins!”

“He wants to attract powerful masters, to use this opportunity to press himself and break through to the Second Heavenly Layer.”

“If not successful, then become a martyr!”

Many eyes lit up; this was no small sum, the Asura Martial Arena was such a thrill.

“I’ll come…”

Just as a strong contender was about to rush out, the chilling murderous aura of the War God swept over, causing the person to shiver, and the War God had already left the spectator seats, reaching the universal battlefield within.

“Your name?” asked someone from the Asura Martial Arena.

“War God,” he said coldly.

“War God?”

Although it sounded like a pseudonym, no one minded.

“Here are 200,000 Divine Bloodstones, we’ll accompany you in battle!”

The War God declared coldly, putting forth 200,000, knowing that His Majesty wanted the War God to hone himself in the Asura Martial Arena.

“We can begin now.”

The people of Follow-the-Sun City said, “The rules of the arena, no surrender, no capitulation, life and death decided by the Heavenly Dao. If you feel you can’t defeat the opponent, run to the spectator seats, enter the spectator space, and you can escape with your life. If you can’t make it out, you die inside.”

“This one called War God seems quite formidable, and the representative who casually offered up 200,000 seems very powerful too.”

“Let’s not just guess who will win. Let’s wager something more thrilling: guess whether one of them will die inside.”

“Fine, I’ll take that bet!”

…

Just like a coliseum, all the spectators within the Asura Martial Arena watched; such supreme-level martial battles were not a daily occurrence.

“War God.”

Chu Yuan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the man, feeling somewhat wary, he slowly said, “You’re worthy for me to draw my knife.”

His knife was drawn in an instant, the heavens and earth lost their color, Chu Yuan held nothing back, and at that moment, a long river of knife energy swept out. This was his Divine Knife Technique, and in an instant, it slashed down.

“How strong is the War God of Slaughter?”

The War God was unfamiliar with the War God of Slaughter.

Just now, Chu Yuan had simply told him that the War God of Slaughter was one of his War God Project, cultivated within the empire.

The War God of Slaughter remained silent, showing no sign of shaking in the face of the cascading blade qi river, his hand pressing on his own Divine Knife of Slaughter, lifting it up.

“How dare you directly receive my Great Slaughter Technique!”

Yu Yuan was also somewhat indignant, as he had used the Great Slaughter Technique to battle against the dual realms of the Supreme God. This man didn’t dodge or evade, which was a show of contempt for him.

Boom!

Confronting the blade qi river, the War God of Slaughter brought forth a shadow. His sword slashed, and with the heavy sword’s power, he cleaved the river of blade qi. Yu Yuan didn’t even have time to let out a scream before his body was split in two from head to foot.

Dead!

Even his soul was shredded to pieces by the aura of slaughter.

“What, one sword strike killed Yu Yuan, this is a strong man who set a record of twenty victories, how could he die so easily? That War God of Slaughter must truly be of the Supreme single realm!”

“Absolutely Supreme single realm, Asura Martial Arena has a half-Heavenly Dao Divine Artifact suppressing it!”

“Too powerful, this War God of Slaughter is terrifying!”

The atmosphere inside the martial arena boiled over, War God of Slaughter’s complete victory.

“Such an intense aura of slaughter! He cultivates the Great Slaughter Technique!”

The War God was somewhat shocked, muttering, “His Majesty’s goal is to let him transcend in battle through slaughter, his potential will definitely not be weaker than mine!”

He glanced at the calm-faced God Emperor beside him, understanding, and asked, “Who else dares to battle?”

As his voice spread, some were weighing their options. The strength of the War God of Slaughter was too terrifying, far stronger than Yu Yuan, not to be taken lightly.

“Those who battle the War God of Slaughter can pay just ten thousand to enter. If they win, they can take four hundred thousand Divine Bloodstones.”

Seeing no one taking the stage, Chu Yuan’s voice resounded.

Winning Divine Bloodstones was one purpose, but a greater aim was for the War God of Slaughter to gain experience. There were no Supreme Gods in the God Dynasty for him to truly battle against.

“Four hundred thousand Divine Bloodstones!”

The huge temptation spread within the martial arena, inciting people’s greed. Such a large sum could only be seen by stronger Supreme God levels.

“I have to battle now.”

Great rewards beget brave warriors; there were still those who dared to battle.

A storm suddenly swept into the martial cosmos. This was a vast figure constantly shifting between reality and unreality, having reached an extraordinarily deep understanding of the powers of the Void and Wind Dao.

“It’s the Supreme God Feng Ji, he has taken the stage!”

“Feng Ji once set a record of forty consecutive victories, he’s too difficult to deal with, cultivating both the Void and Wind Dao. Many experts have been grinded to death by him!”

“Yes, although Yu Yuan is formidable, Feng Ji’s record is higher, and that quantity of four hundred thousand Divine Bloodstones compels him to make a move.”

Someone spoke of Feng Ji’s prowess.

“This man practices the Slaughter Technique, but my Void and Wind are not easy to provoke either. With these four hundred thousand Divine Bloodstones, I could purchase divine items from the Sun-Chasing City to break through the dual realm. Even if stepped back ten thousand paces, if this person is formidable, I’d only lose ten thousand Divine Bloodstones and could immediately retreat!”

He was extremely confident in his own evasion techniques, and this was the reason he dared to fight.

The gaze of the War God of Slaughter was cold, utterly lifeless.

He clearly knew that His Majesty had specially brought him to Sun-Chasing City, providing so many resources from the God Dynasty for his cultivation. If he couldn’t show his strength, he would disappoint His Majesty.

As a warrior personally cultivated by His Majesty, he could not let His Majesty down nor allow the title of War God of Slaughter to lose its glory.

“Void Storm!”

Endless void storms erupted, Feng Ji’s voice elusive and unpredictable. Within the cosmic battlefield, with the transmission of wind and the movements of the void, there suddenly appeared hundreds of him, each seeming genuine.

Chu Yuan could tell where Feng Ji’s real body was at a glance. Seeing the War God of Slaughter’s sword move, he nodded slightly.