Shen Yin Wang Zuo

Chapter 674: Bright Glimmer of Hope taking part in the competition! (II)

Vulcan’s Finger! And in a situation with no boosting equipment at disposal. For him to unexpectedly launch such a powerful spell of the eighth step so rapidly was a shocking token of strength

The knight held a Holy Sword in both his hands, shining in a pure holy light, and giving him a sacred holy feel. He did not avoid, nor did he shrink down, but faced Vulcan’s Finger head on.

That’s because this knight knew very well that should he retreat in defense, the following course of action would lock him into a passive position. At that point, making a comeback would be close to impossible.

Gold and red intertwined in the air, the Holy Knight being completely shrouded in flaming light. No one could deny that the knight and mage had a gap in the offensive field. The former let out a groan, some traces of scorch remaining on his body.

But although the knight suffered a loss in this clash, his goal was reached. Vulcan’s Finger was not enough to keep him away, and in a flash of golden light his speed went straight up, reaching the front of the mage in a split instant. That was the knight ability of the eighth step, Lightning Flash, as well as one of the most effective techniques against a mage.

When used from such a distance, a mage would hardly block the incoming offense.

“Trial!” The knight shouted out, a thunderous bellow shaking the whole stage. A pure white glow came out from nowhere, landing right onto the opposite mage.

A brilliance surrounded the opposite mage, taking the shape of a crystal sculpture-like red barrier.

Approached by the knight, this situation was visibly nothing a mage would wish to face. The Magic Tutor’s right hand was stretched in front of his chest, executing a defensive spell resisting the might of Light of Trial. Then his right hand pushed forward, condensing a ball that came striking the Holy Knight.

After reaching the eighth step of cultivation, a mage wouldn’t be so weak in close quarters range anymore because they had a lot of defensive measures and even instant magic at their disposal. In a prepared face-off, they did not stand no chance at all.

But how could the Holy Knight let him draw back after having finally drawn close, right in front of him? Stamping the ground with his right feet, he suddenly divided the Holy Sword in his hand in two. His body forcibly made way into those flames. A warped radiance lit up, dispersing the intense flames to all directions instantly.

Elemental Obliterating Halo.

Under consecutive attacks, this Holy Knight still managed to consecutively deploy Light of Trial and Elemental Obliterating Halo. That was a real knight! Even without having reached the ninth step, how could he have so swiftly unleashed such powerful techniques?

Right at this time, a victor seemed to have come out of the clash between the Fire Bear and Holy Sacred Tiger. The Fire Bear being a type of summon in the end, although it held an advantage at the beginning, as its summoner was assailed under the frantic offense of the Holy Knight, he couldn’t receive any command, and was in the end crushed by the Holy Saint Tiger.

The battle reached a white hot state at this instant. The instant the Holy Knight fractured the flame cage, this match was already left without suspense. A Bladestorm abruptly shot forth, released by the two waved swords, and a huge golden projectile carrying a sword intent of incomparable might clashed against the defenses of the Magic Tutor, directly sending him flying.

In the process of flying out, Light of Trial finally matched with Bladestorm to break past his defense.

“The battle is over. It’s the knight’s win. Return to your respective seats.” Chen Zidian’s august-filled voice reverberated.

The mage did not sustain any wound, but had an awkward look. He indeed had just lost, because Bladestorm’s true might didn’t reside in its burst power, but in its absorption power and prolonged attacks. If this Retribution Knight hadn’t been lenient, his life would have ended under Bladestorm’s effect.

A bright light had started shining upon the knight’s shoulder at some point, the Holy Knight knocked his right fist on his chest and performed a knight salute toward the mage, before returning to his own seat.

The Saint Magic Tutor having seen the shine on his shoulder immediately came to the realization that his loss was no grievance at all! This guy actually had a light fairy. Seeing that fairy’s volume, it should have evolved once. No wonder he could keep using knight abilities in such short succession.

The first battle came to a closure, but the tournament did not stop at that at all. The previous two lights of selection returned in midair, and light flickered swiftly to choose the contestant for the second battle. Time pressed so there was no affordable delay. The tournament naturally had to follow its course.

The two opponents in this battle could see that the seat of the Saint Magic Tutor had darkened a bit, showing his elimination from the knockout battles, while the Holy Knight had a bright shine appear above his head to indicate his victory in the first battle.

The Alliance’s Great Stadium was really miraculous. These fantastic scenes’ features were brought by many years of research by the Temple Alliance.

The rest went even more intensely. Powerhouses from the five Temples involved were illuminated in succession, and seven battles went in the brink of an eye. Of the five Great Temples, the Knight Temple was the best ranked one yet, having had three people selected, all of whom had achieved victory. The Warrior Temple had the most participation yet, five matches, but four of them ended up in losses, making them a stepping stone for the other Temples as of now.

But this was just the beginning. As the individual battles involved a hundred and ninety people, the first stage would need to have ninety-five matches going, and they were not at a tenth yet. The rest of the battles would only go even more intensely.

The light of selection would try as far as possible to separate the five great temples so to avoid forcing them into mutual destruction. The same would go for the individual competition, unless members of a certain Temple would already be the large majority of the constituents in a certain stage, matches between members of the same temple won’t easily occur.

The eighth round’s selection lights flickered, rapidly illuminating the Assassin Temple’s camp, as well as accurately landing upon the camp of Bright Glimmer of Hope, picking the third one from the left among them.

Because those from Bright Glimmer of Hope’s side didn’t have a reserved entrance, they had to pass through the gate of the Knight Temple to enter the stadium.

The Assassin Temple’s area was very close to the Knight Temple. Right upon entering the stage, the chosen assassin immediately entered the state of invisibility.

In the seven battles that had already gone on, the Knight Temple had achieved three victories, and the other four Temples had achieved one victory each. Only, the Warrior Temple was in disadvantage due to having already had five people picked. This was the second contestant from the Assassin Temple, the previous one having achieved victory. This assassin powerhouse was really brimming with confidence.

Before entering the stadium, that Demon Hunter from Bright Glimmer of Hope had to remove his gown, exposing his inner clothing, as well as proving he had no other piece of equipment.

Seeing his looks, the masses from outside as well as the ones on stage all couldn’t help but cry out in alarm, because this Demon Hunter from Bright Glimmer of Hope was really too young.

This knight looked in his thirties, with bright eyes, and a handsome, resolute face,

Over half of the Golden Foundation Knights from the Knight Temple recognized him. Seeing him appear, someone couldn’t help but breathe out in low voice, “Wenzhao, that’s Wenzhao! Wasn’t he supposed to be missing for very long? So he actually became part of the Demon Hunt Squad named Bright Glimmer of Hope?”

Right, the first one to take up weapons on Bright Glimmer of Hope’s side was Yang Wenzhao.

Compared to four years ago, he became far more steady. He originally had a steady, though arrogant to the bone, character. But right now, he appeared like a piece of jade, peaceful and gentle. Having none of his previous sharpness left, his steady atmosphere actually caused the Golden Foundation Armored Knights to exclaim in admiration.

Straddling forward, Yang Wenzhao entered the stadium, and a miraculous scene followed, releasing a golden halation under his feet and outwards.

Holy Mantle? Almost all knights recognized this ability. But Holy Mantle was really low ranked amongst knight abilities. Did he actually really use it in the Temples’ Great Gathering?

Being only thirty years old this year, Yang Wenzhao’s participation in the great gathering was greatly shocking, but using this ability right after coming up gave chills to the people from the Knight Temple.

Although he was not standing for the Knight Temple right now, no one could deny that Yang Wenzhao was Yang Haohan’s grandson! Because Yang Haohan already shouldered the burden of being the Alliance’s head, he was unable to participate in this gathering, so in some sense, Yang Wenzhao was standing for his grandfather in the powerful knights’ eyes. No matter with which status he would participate, the higher-ups from the Knight Temple were naturally unwilling to see him lose.

When Yang Wenzhao’s Holy Mantle was released, they very rapidly realized that it wasn’t that simple, because it was really released on an exaggeratedly massive scale.

With Yang Wenzhao’s body as center, Holy Mantle’s bright shine spread outwards rapidly, and reached a diameter of thirty meters in the blink of an eye. In the meantime, Yang Wenzhao waved his hands on the two sides of his body, which radiated with two rays of light, and released two Holy Swords.

These Holy Swords dispersed metallic glosses filled with the power of Spiritual Highland. But, Spiritual Highland, at the eighth step? And to condense Spiritual Highland into a blade would require one to reach the peak of the eighth step. And seeing Yang Wenzhao’s relaxed look, his consumption seemed very little.

A spotlessly white Holy Sword dispersed a thin golden color, as Yang Wenzhao’s whole body went into a bizarre state. His right feet straddled forward, causing his body to float in midair, and a pair of wide golden spiritual wings spread out from his back. His eyes then lit up in red, slowly sweeping through the stadium.