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Chapter 389: What Kind of Nobodies Dare Challenge Me?

"They… they're too strong!"

"Damn it, I can't even follow their movements with my eyes. This is terrifying."

"So this is the true power of top-tier A-rank reincarnators? Horrifying!"

"Just the speed of their clash alone was enough to make my heart race. Let alone their real combat pace... Honestly, if that arena hadn't been reinforced by that person from Xia Nation, I bet it would've been torn apart already."

"If top-tier A-ranks are this powerful, what about S-rank powerhouses?"

...

The battle between Will and the young man from De Nation stunned countless reincarnators.

For many, this was their first real understanding of just how terrifying top-tier A-rank reincarnators could be.

While the crowd buzzed with discussion—

On the arena.

The two combatants, still locked in violent exchange, suddenly came to a stop at the same time.

On the surface, their fight appeared to be a draw.

However, the more skilled observers could clearly see that the De Nation fighter's spirit had waned. His hands were even trembling slightly.

Obviously, the intense clash had pushed his body to its limit.

In contrast, the black man Will remained calm and composed.

The difference between the two was clear.

"Kid, is that your limit?" Will grinned. "Because I was just warming up."

Hearing this, the young De Nation man's face turned extremely sour.

He knew what the other said might very well be true.

But he didn't want to believe the gap between him and this black man was that vast.

Seeing his opponent silent, Will chuckled again. "So what's it gonna be? Keep playing until I beat you to death, or admit defeat?"

The De Nation youth hesitated only briefly before raising his guard again.

He was, after all, the pride of De Nation.

How could he surrender under so many watching eyes?

Will grinned savagely the moment he saw the stance.

In the next instant, the two clashed once more.

Only this time, Will was clearly holding nothing back.

It was obvious he'd been toying with his opponent before. Now that the fun was over, he was bringing out the real strength.

Put race aside—

Will was truly one of the closest fighters to the S-rank threshold.

His actual power was overwhelming.

In just a few breaths, the De Nation youth let out a blood-curdling scream.

"Ahhh!!"

The cry echoed across the entire arena.

All eyes turned to see the young man in his demon form, his arm bent at a grotesque angle. Fragments of shattered bone could be faintly seen beneath the twisted flesh.

Clearly, in just a brief exchange, he had been completely overpowered.

But Will wasn't finished with him.

He blinked forward, appearing behind the youth. Without hesitation, he grabbed the man's demonic wings and yanked hard.

Riiip!!

The De Nation youth's wings were torn clean from his back.

Dark red blood instantly splattered across the arena.

A scream of agony tore from the young man's throat, enough to chill the bones of everyone watching.

Even some of the bolder reincarnators were shocked speechless.

No one had expected the usually polite and composed Will to show such a brutal, vicious side.

His eyes were savage, as if he truly intended to kill the De Nation youth right there in the arena.

"That's enough, Will!"

Suddenly—

A voice echoed from the high platform.

It was Will's team leader: Adam.

Adam had stepped in to stop Will from killing the De Nation fighter—not out of mercy, but because the young man was a national icon.

If Will killed him here, it would surely provoke the hatred of De Nation's reincarnators, which would severely disrupt Adam's future plans.

Hearing Adam's voice, a flicker of frustration passed through Will's eyes.

But he dared not defy Adam's command and immediately backed off.

Only then did the host declare Will the winner of the match.

The bloodied De Nation youth was carried away by two of his teammates.

The blood on the arena, however, remained as a permanent mark.

...

The tournament continued.

The next battles were still exciting—but compared to the fight between Will and the De Nation youth, they were clearly a notch lower.

Half an hour later—

The third round ended.

At this point—

Only seven winners remained.

Aside from Chen Ye, the remaining six were all top-tier fighters, each ranking within the top ten of the elite list.

Things were about to get interesting.

The De Nation youth whose wings had been torn off had surprisingly chosen to continue participating in the fourth round.

He seemed to have used some special item, allowing his severe injuries to recover in a short time.

Chen Ye had to admit—when it came to certain tricks, reincarnators truly had the advantage over secret realm adventurers.

The De Nation youth was likely unwilling to accept defeat, hence his decision to keep fighting.

Originally, the fourth round would have had one participant sit out due to the odd number. But with the De Nation youth joining, the total came to an even eight.

After everyone drew lots, they returned to their seats.

When Chen Ye sat back down, Hu Zhong quickly asked, "Brother Chen, what number did you draw this time?"

"Number three."

Chen Ye showed him the lot in his hand.

"Number three, huh… I wonder who your opponent is…"

Hu Zhong looked uneasy.

And for good reason. The remaining seven opponents were all fearsome fighters.

With Hu Zhong's strength, he wouldn't stand a chance against any of them.

Even though Chen Ye's Purple Flame was powerful, Hu Zhong couldn't help but worry that if Chen Ye ran into a particularly ruthless opponent, he might get eliminated.

Soon—

The tournament resumed.

The host announced, "Would the two contestants holding lot number one please come to the stage!"

No one moved.

It turned out both number one lots were drawn by members of the same team from the Beautiful Nation—Will's team.

At this stage, many countries had already been eliminated entirely. The weaker teams had all been wiped out.

Only a few countries had a single top-tier representative remaining.

The Beautiful Nation was the only country with all three of its team members still in the tournament.

Not that it meant they had more talent.

In fact, in Adam's team, Will was the only one from the Beautiful Nation. The rest were from other countries.

For example, Adam himself came from a small nation.

The reason they'd gathered under the Beautiful Nation's banner was simply because Adam liked the country's wealth and glamour.

But back to the point—

Since both number one lots belonged to the same team, the result would be decided internally.

The host then called again, "Contestants holding lot number two, please come to the stage!"

Will stepped onto the platform, alongside a man of Latin descent.

This Latin fighter was also a known powerhouse—ranked eighth on the elite list.

The moment he saw his opponent was the black man Will, the Latin fighter's expression changed drastically.

After only a moment of hesitation, the Latin man chose to forfeit the match.

Will secured another effortless victory.

This was already the second time in the tournament someone had surrendered to Will without even fighting.

Will appeared very satisfied with the Latin man's surrender and even walked over to pat him on the shoulder before returning to his seat.

However, the lack of real combat in two consecutive matches had already begun to frustrate some of the more bloodthirsty reincarnators in the crowd.

"Contestants holding lot number three, please take the stage."

With the host's announcement, Chen Ye immediately stood up.

But his opponent acted faster—soaring toward the arena in an instant.

It was the young man from De Nation!

The same one who had lost to Will and had his wings ripped off…

According to the tournament rules, as long as you didn't fear death or defeat, even a loser could register for the next round.

However, to prevent irrational gambling and disruption, it was clearly stated: after two consecutive losses, a contestant would be disqualified.

For now, the De Nation youth had only lost once—he was still eligible.

Seeing that his opponent was this man, Chen Ye hadn't reacted yet, but Hu Zhong and the others all changed color.

"Brother Chen!" Hu Zhong hurriedly said, "That guy's no pushover. If it looks bad, just forfeit…"

You couldn't blame Hu Zhong.

The De Nation youth had performed incredibly well in the third round.

Though he'd ultimately lost to Will, that was only because Will was too strong. No one thought the De Nation youth was weak.

The other two team members nodded in agreement.

The bureau chief made no comment.

As for Zhao Hu… did he even have the face to speak?

Chen Ye smiled and said, "I'll give it a try. If it's really too much, I'll admit defeat."

Hu Zhong hesitated, then reminded him, "Be careful."

He truly admired Chen Ye's strength and didn't want anything to happen to him on the stage.

Although Xia Nation had many reincarnators, they had very few top-tier elites.

Talents like Chen Ye were rare.

Chen Ye smiled and nodded, then stepped lightly onto the stage.

...

On the arena.

When the De Nation youth saw Chen Ye appear, he froze for a moment, then his expression darkened.

He had intentionally arrived first on stage so his opponent could see who he was and choose to surrender!

But this guy had come up anyway, knowing full well who he was?

What did that say?

It meant this punk thought he could go toe-to-toe with him?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

Any random mutt dares to fight me now?

Do they think I'm made of clay?

"If you dare show up here," the De Nation youth growled, "then I hope you're ready to die!"

Hmm?

Chen Ye was taken aback.

This guy was out for blood?

What grudge?

Or… was he just venting his anger after losing to Will?

If that was the case, Chen Ye's expression cooled.

Using me as your punching bag? Who the hell do you think you are?

"A loser like you has no right to talk like that," Chen Ye said flatly.

It worked like a charm.

The De Nation youth instantly lost control.

With a roar, he transformed into his "Fallen Angel" form and lunged at Chen Ye.

To be fair, this guy was fast!

Even boosted by the Fallen Angel form, Chen Ye estimated that his Agility stat had to be in the several thousands.

Fortunately, Chen Ye's reflexes weren't slow.

A large burst of violet fire ignited around him.

As the De Nation youth rushed forward, he was greeted by a wave of purple flame.

To Chen Ye's surprise, the youth grinned and twisted in midair, bypassing the flames and circling behind him.

With a flap of his wings, a violent gale swept through the arena.

Clearly, the De Nation youth was well aware of how deadly Chen Ye's flames were—he didn't want to test them head-on.

Chen Ye's fire was concentrated in front of him, aimed to intercept his opponent.

There wasn't much fire behind him.

And with that gust, the purple flames behind him were scattered instantly, leaving his back fully exposed.

The De Nation youth didn't miss his chance. Raising his claws, he slashed straight at Chen Ye's neck.

This perilous moment made Hu Zhong and the others on the high platform leap to their feet, hearts in their throats.

But Chen Ye didn't move.

It seemed he couldn't keep up with the youth's speed—or couldn't react at all.

However—

In the next second—

Something unexpected happened.

A section of Chen Ye's clothing suddenly extended and turned metallic, blocking the blow to his neck.

Screeeech—

A shrill grinding sound rang out.

The De Nation youth's claws struck the metallic cloth, throwing off sparks…

Then—

His expression changed.

Chen Ye's metal armor appeared completely unharmed.

Meanwhile, his claws and fingers had gone numb—almost broken.

What kind of metal was this?

How could it be so tough?

He'd previously tested his claws against aerospace-grade alloy—and he could shred it apart.

But now—

A wave of intense heat burst out from Chen Ye's body, startling the De Nation youth into retreating.

Suddenly, massive violet flames erupted beneath Chen Ye's feet, rapidly engulfing the entire arena.

Whoooosh!!

The platform became a blazing inferno of purple flame!

The fire was, of course, Chen Ye's.

He didn't want to reveal any other abilities. But if he wanted to defeat the De Nation youth, he had to bring out his true flame power.

As the violet fire spread, oxygen in the air was rapidly consumed.

Even with the bureau chief's barrier in place, many spectators could feel the terrifying heat and suffocating pressure.

Some who were closer were instantly burned.

Panic broke out around the stage.

"Ahh! Shit! That fire's too damn hot—"

"I can't breathe—"

"Back up! That kid's purple fire is insane!"

"Don't shove me—hey, who touched me?!"

...

Even reincarnators outside the arena were forced to retreat under the pressure.

As for those still inside—

Even though the De Nation youth flapped his wings and flew upward in time, he couldn't escape the searing heat and choking sensation.

After all, the rules clearly stated: leaving the arena or flying over 100 meters meant instant loss.

Now, the De Nation youth had only one path left...

(This chapter ends.)

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