Chapter 112 : Chapter 112

Chapter 112. If Lei Zhen Breaks Through to the Martial King Realm, How Will You Respond?

“Damn, Spark Team’s tactics are actually pretty solid. Every one of them is matched up against someone they can counter on the Yanhuang Team.”

“Solid, sure, but have you noticed that the Spark Team has been getting suppressed the whole time? They haven’t made a single move to counterattack.”

“They have, haven’t they? Look at the young master of the Chu family. He’s a peerless sword cultivator. He’s definitely the aggressive type.”

“…”

The audience’s attention slowly shifted away from Tang Long and toward Chu Xingchen on the left side of the battle platform.

There, Chu Xingchen stood with his left hand resting on the sword at his waist, facing Zhang Wei, who held a shadowy dagger in one hand.

With a blank expression, he said, “My sword does not strike nameless nobodies. State your name.”

Zhang Wei frowned slightly and said in confusion, “Didn’t your captain just introduce me a moment ago?”

Uh…

Chu Xingchen froze for a moment, then pondered briefly before saying, “I forgot. Say it again.”

Zhang Wei: “…”

“Next, you will remember my thrust.”

He wasted no more words. His figure turned into a streak of black shadow, flowing down to the ground like running water and forming a pool of darkness on the floor.

Shing!

Chu Xingchen’s sword left its sheath, and the sword qi swept across a hundred meters.

With a light wave of his blade, several strands of sword qi shot forward.

But they passed straight through that mass of shadow.

“Heh. In my shadow state, I am immune to all physical attacks.”

The low voice sounded beside Chu Xingchen’s ear.

His eyes sharpened. His sword spun in his hand in a flourish. He brought it behind his back, stepped forward with his right foot to draw the blade through, then turned and thrust in one fluid motion.

Clang!

The tip of his sword collided with Zhang Wei’s shadow dagger, producing a crisp metallic ring as sparks flew everywhere.

Under the force of the impact, both of them took a step back.

“Not bad reflexes. But your realm is too low. In the end, you are no match for me.”

Zhang Wei entered his shadow state once more, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Chu Xingchen slowly furrowed his brows and released sword qi, forming a whirling zone of sword qi around himself. Anything that came close would be shredded by it.

That was to stop himself from being ambushed from behind again.

But in doing so, he had also fallen into a passive position. Zhang Wei, in shadow state, could ignore attacks, so all Chu Xingchen could do was wait for him to reveal an opening.

The spectators could only shake their heads at the sight.

“This won’t do either. He’s still stuck on passive defense. He has no ability to counterattack at all.”

“Damn, you really are talking big while standing on the sidelines. Miss Su and the other two are only in the Fifth Realm. The fact that they can even hold the line against Sixth Realm opponents is already incredible.”

“Exactly. If you were up there, you’d probably be gone in one exchange, and you still have the nerve to bark here.”

“But then again, if this keeps going, Spark Team losing is only a matter of time.”

“Oh right, doesn't the Spark Team still have someone with Sixth Realm strength?”

“Oh, that’s Sleep God, the one who used to be with the Phoenix Team. But in previous leagues, nobody really saw him fight much. I heard he becomes extremely strong after he falls asleep.”

“…”

The audience’s gaze once again gathered at the center of the battle platform.

“Back when we were still at the training base, I heard that once you fall asleep, you start killing people, and that you’re very strong too.”

Leng Zhenghan, whose whole body was covered in frost armor, spoke with a faint smile.

Sleep God scratched his messy nest of hair and shook his head with a sleepy look on his face. “I can’t sleep. Although I won’t kill people anymore now, I still can’t control that power.”

“Let’s get along peacefully. From a tactical standpoint, this still isn’t the time for me to make a move.” He yawned as he spoke.

Leng Zhenghan narrowed his eyes. “I’m not qualified to make you fight? You’re looking down on me!”

Huh?

Sleep God froze, then hurriedly waved his hands. “No, no, that’s not it. I just genuinely do not want to fall asleep. I’m afraid I might accidentally hurt someone.”

Leng Zhenghan let out a contemptuous snort. Frost power gathered in his right hand, and a long spear of ice slowly took shape.

“If you do not want to sleep, then I will eliminate you first.”

He spun the spear, and snow and ice began drifting across the sky.

Sleep God shivered from the cold and instinctively wrapped his arms around himself, but the drowsiness in him clearly faded a little.

In truth, he could use the Dream-Entering Stone the Boss had given him to fall asleep, then win the match outright.

But he knew very well that after falling asleep, although he could still control his body, he could not control that terrifying power.

That was the mysterious force from the ruins. He had no confidence that he could keep it under control.

If he accidentally killed someone, that would be a true sin.

Sleep God slowly pulled out a thick stack of Sixth-rank Teleportation Talismans from his hand. He had asked the Boss for them, originally planning to get just a few.

But the Boss’s sheer extravagance had shocked him so badly that all his drowsiness vanished that day.

Sixth-rank Teleportation Talismans worth a million each—he had been given more than three thousand of them.

“Take this spear!”

Leng Zhenghan thrust with his frost spear, and the ice and snow filling the sky turned into a blizzard that cut against the face like knives.

Sleep God directly activated a Teleportation Talisman and vanished from where he stood.

Leng Zhenghan missed and was briefly stunned.

“A Sixth-rank Teleportation Talisman? Something that expensive, and you are actually using it just to dodge my attacks? What a luxury.”

Leng Zhenghan could not help shaking his head. Because talisman makers existed, the competition had never forbidden the use of talismans.

But talismans were extremely expensive, so nobody normally wasted them like this.

He turned his spear. “Let’s see how you dodge this one.”

But in the very next second, Sleep God’s figure flickered again, evading the spear strike.

Leng Zhenghan was stunned, then frowned and continued attacking.

But Sleep God’s Teleportation Talismans seemed endless. After several hundred attacks, he had used several hundred talismans.

Leng Zhenghan was completely dumbfounded. “You… exactly how many Teleportation Talismans do you have?!”

“Let me count.” Sleep God flipped through the stack of talismans in his hand and licked his finger. “One, two, three… one hundred…”

“…”

Leng Zhenghan fell silent.

The audience below also fell silent.

“I-I’m broken. A Sixth-rank Teleportation Talisman worth a million each, and this is how you use it?”

“I’ve figured it out. This match is not about who’s stronger. It’s about who’s richer.”

“This is way too extravagant. Using hundreds of Sixth-rank Teleportation Talismans in a single match—if you do not want them, you might as well have fed them to a dog.”

“And what of it? Spark Team’s tactics are still this passive. Losing is only a matter of time.”

“…”

Most people privately agreed with that view.

Ever since the match began, Spark Team had remained in a purely defensive state. In particular, the three Fifth Realm fighters, facing such a massive gap in realms, had made no counterattacks at all. Instead, they were simply waiting for the right chance.

But Yanhuang Team was the reigning champion of last year’s league. How could they possibly hand Spark Team an opening?

The result of the match already seemed obvious. The Spark Team was merely stalling for time, trying to lose with a bit more dignity.

In the VIP section, the people from the major families were both astonished and disappointed by Spark Team’s performance.

What astonished them was that, with their eyesight, they could tell at a glance that every cultivation art being used by Spark Team was a Heaven-rank Cultivation Art.

Su Linyu’s cultivation art even seemed to be above the Heaven rank.

And with Sleep God using Sixth-rank Teleportation Talismans to dodge attacks, they could not help sighing at just how deep the Jiang family’s foundations truly were.

In order to win the finals, they had even brought out Heaven-rank Cultivation Arts. It was clear just how willing Jiang Zhentian was to spend whatever it took to preserve his son’s position as heir.

But unfortunately, in the face of such a huge gap in realms, Spark Team had remained on passive defense the entire time. There was simply no chance for them to win.

It seemed that Jiang Feng was certain to become the future heir of the Jiang family. It would be worth considering building ties with him from now on.

The people from the major families all exchanged silent glances toward Jiang Feng in the audience below and gave slight nods.

Zhou Mingyuan and Jiang Dongnian smiled when they saw their reactions.

Their trump card had not even been used yet, and Spark Team was already on the verge of being unable to hold on.

Feng’er would definitely win the championship.

At the side, however, Shen Qingyue slowly knitted her brows together, deeply puzzled.

Why was Xiao Chen still not using Sleep God? If this continued, they would lose sooner or later.

An anxious look could not help appearing in her eyes.

Su Zhan, Tang Wuji, and Chu Ningfeng also frowned, unable to understand what Jiang Yichen was thinking.

In the audience, Jiang Feng swaggered over and sat down beside Jiang Yichen.

“Man, it seems your team is about to collapse.”

“Little brother, watch closely. I’ll show you a magic trick.”

Jiang Yichen smiled faintly and snapped his fingers, lifting the space power that had been sealing away Auspicious Blessing.

Hm?

Seeing his strange action, Jiang Feng could not help laughing. “Man, are you trying to attract my attention in a way this cheap? Too low-level—”

Rumble—!

Before he could finish, rolling thunderclouds suddenly gathered in the clear sky, and countless bolts of lightning flashed inside the black clouds.

Hm?

Everyone in the arena looked up at the sky, shock rising in their eyes.

They saw lightning tear apart Jiang Feng’s magic stage, and the two fighters returned to the battle platform.

Under the force of the lightning, Jiang Feng was blasted backward, coughing up blood as he stared in disbelief at the thunder-filled sky.

“What is going on?! Why is his aura suddenly rising? Is he about to break through?!”

Crack! Crack!

Lei Zhen, suspended in midair, opened his eyes wide in astonishment. As he watched the sky change color, shock appeared on his face.

Borrowing the power of heaven and earth and influencing the changes of the world itself—this was the sign of a breakthrough into the Martial King Realm.

Lei Zhen stood there in a daze. He remembered how the Boss had told him yesterday that he would break through today. He had thought it was just a joke.

But it turned out to be real.