Chapter 796 - 789: The Final Battle

Chapter 796: Chapter 789: The Final Battle

Donghua, known on Earth as the land of propriety.

In the culture and spirit passed down through millennia, the concept of "roundness" holds a significant place.

This has made the Donghua People gentle, courteous, and respectful of the Dao...

With the progress of the times, in today’s increasingly fast-paced world, humility has instead become a symbol of weakness.

But in reality, hidden beneath that humble exterior lies a sharp edge and intense passion.

Roundness is merely the exterior.

Squareness is the true essence.

A blade with its edge exposed is not necessarily sharp.

But a blade hidden in its sheath, when drawn, often marks the moment of life and death, possessing an edge that can sever anything.

Just like at this very moment, beneath a flawless, rounded exterior hid a lethal edge.

Nirut did not understand this principle. He mistakenly believed Zhou Yuanjue only excelled at defense, and that single mistake decided victory, defeat, life, and death in an instant.

RIIIP!

The Blood Jade-colored arm easily pierced through Nirut’s body, jutting out from his back. Under the force of two layered powers, his tough physique was like paper-maché.

Nirut’s ferocious eyes widened in utter disbelief. He couldn’t believe his opponent could instantly unleash an attack that shattered all his defenses.

This wondrous application and conversion of attack...

’So, in the previous fights, he wasn’t even using his true strength at all.’

Nirut opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Zhou Yuanjue gave him no such chance.

SH-SH-SH-SH-SH!!

Countless fist-shadows shot out in an instant. Centered on the wound from the first blow, they rapidly disintegrated his massive and durable body.

VMMMM!!

A beam of white light shot down from the sky, enveloping Nirut’s body and activating the loser’s teleportation.

"He won that easily..."

Watching the fight end, Dorobaku murmured, somewhat dazed. To him, the offensive technique Zhou Yuanjue had just displayed was nothing short of a divine masterstroke.

"I have to admit, that guy is way too strong," Anjina sighed. To think she had once doubted his strength.

Nearby, a strange light rippled in Irene’s exquisite eyes. Among the major civilizations of the East Thirteen Districts, the Sacred Lotus Civilization was, aside from the Red Moon Civilization, a purely humanoid one that also placed great emphasis on combat Technique. Because of this, she fully understood the true value of the maneuver Zhou Yuanjue had just executed.

"He used a technique of Energy manipulation to neutralize the violent attack, even redirecting his opponent’s Attack Power into his own assault. That allowed him to instantly shatter the defense and settle the fight," the Evil Dragon Life remarked with a sigh. "Offense and defense integrated, switching in an instant. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a Technique Domain with such characteristics. With a Technique like that, unless you’re a master of Technique yourself or can overwhelm its limits with sheer brute force, no one can be his opponent. It’d be impossible to even injure him."

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...

「At that very moment, somewhere in the Dominic Wilderness.」

A group of bizarrely-shaped life-forms had gathered. From their strange appearances alone, one could tell they were from the Holy Descendant Civilization.

They were gathered here, seemingly waiting for something, their low whispers filling the air.

"I wonder what stage the competition is at. It’s such a shame we can’t watch the final battles between those geniuses."

"I wonder how far Lord Nirut will make it. He’s the strongest of our Holy Descendant Civilization’s batch. I hope he can secure a good ranking."

"With Lord Nirut’s strength, he might even be able to compete for the final prize."

"..."

The bizarre life-forms discussed amongst themselves. They were Nirut’s companions on this trip—or rather, his followers.

As the strongest of this batch from the Holy Descendant Civilization, Nirut possessed natural authority and prestige.

It was like in a wolf pack, where the strongest becomes the leader, ruling over the weak.

However, while the strong and the weak may travel together, the weak can never become the strong’s teammates.

Therefore, they were not qualified to watch the battles.

VMMMM!!

However, just as they were talking, a thick pillar of light suddenly descended from the sky.

Everyone instantly stopped talking, looking toward the pillar of light in confusion.

Nirut’s towering figure slowly materialized before them, a trace of bewilderment still in his eyes.

"Lord Nirut... Why are you here? Has the Mimicry True Realm ended already?" one of the beings in the crowd asked cautiously.

"No, it’s not over. I came out early because I lost," Nirut said in a low voice.

Lost?

The crowd looked at each other in dismay. The strongest of the Holy Descendant Civilization’s batch hadn’t managed to last until the end of the True Realm?

Moreover, judging by his current expression and appearance, he seemed to have suffered a major setback.

"What kind of opponent did you face? The strongest of another civilization?" someone asked, mustering their courage.

"What kind of opponent..."

Nirut’s gaze was profound. To this moment, he didn’t even know his opponent’s origin or name.

"I don’t know his name, nor which civilization he belongs to. I only know that I lost completely, without any power to resist."

"That person..."

Nirut recalled the battle scene again. "That person... might be the final winner of this True Realm battle. It’s a pity I won’t be able to witness that final fight."

Lost completely? Without any power to fight back?

Hearing Nirut’s words, a look of horror and disbelief flashed through the crowd’s eyes.

The strongest of this batch from the Holy Descendant Civilization, someone who had even suppressed the heirs of the ancient families, was beaten so badly he couldn’t even resist? Was there really someone like that among this batch of candidates?

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Having won the battle, Zhou Yuanjue stood in the center of the arena, his eyes closed. He waited for the next match to begin while summarizing the experience from the last one.

Meanwhile, in the observation room, the other battle had also concluded. A figure completely encased in steel was enveloped by a white pillar of light and removed from the arena. The one left standing on the battlefield was a tall, handsome man in a pure white combat suit, surrounded by blooming, snow-white Sacred Lotus petals.

"As expected, there was no suspense in that fight. There’s no way Doron Steel Seal could be a match for that kid from the Divine Profound Race," said the Evil Dragon Life.

"The final battle," the Sacred Lotus member said faintly. By now, only two frames remained on the Mimicry True Realm’s light screen. These two candidates would proceed to the final battle to determine the ultimate victor.

The final battle was about to begin!