Chapter 1681: Chapter 1681: I think you’re teasing me, but I have no evidence!
A fierce fight?
Whoever’s first, gets it?
Carson Flores turned his head and exchanged a glance with Aiden Roth.
Aiden Roth’s eyes flickered slightly, clearly, with the alternative of winning without risking life absorbing the True Solar Fire, he was somewhat tempted.
What if the other party isn’t intentionally scheming?
Carson Flores wasn’t swayed, his expression calm.
“You won’t participate?”
Carson Flores responded calmly, “I’m just an Earth Immortal, how could I fight? I forfeit.”
Aiden Roth’s eyes flickered, and after a few seconds, he smiled, “I’ve been injured in recent fights, my Combat Power has dropped too much, I fear I won’t win if I go up, so forget it, I’ll forfeit too!”
Carson Flores and Aiden Roth were the most focused opponents among the crowd, now with both forfeiting, hope visibly appeared in others’ eyes.
Winning means obtaining the top-tier Cultivation Technique, Sun True Scripture!
It’s just a duel, a tournament!
Anyway, no one said to fight to the death, fight and say it later, if you can’t win, just forfeit, it’s at no loss, isn’t it?
As a man revealed a magical treasure and blasted towards the person beside him, the others immediately activated battle mode.
Although it was about deciding victory, in the chaos, who would hold back?
People were continuously getting injured, screaming and pulling out of the fight, some even directly smashed by magical treasures, blood splattering everywhere.
The number of combatants rapidly dwindled, finally, after about ten minutes, the battlefield calmed down.
A middle-aged man with two large wounds looked quite miserable, but he carried a smile on his face.
He was the final victor!
Surrounding him were defeated and heavily injured Adventurers, already without the strength to fight, lying on the ground, gazes unwilling or in despair, waiting for an unknown fate.
The middle-aged man shouted upward, “Senior, I won!”
The stone room’s walls suddenly slid to the sides, and the elderly Clayton Gross emerged from the passage, smiling, yet the smile appeared somewhat sinister.
He stood at the entrance, surveying the scene.
To the left was a large group of Mountain Ridge Monarchy Sect disciples whose Sea of Consciousness was sealed, to the right near the wall were Carson Flores and his three companions, including Aiden Roth, amidst the central blood-stained area lay scattered magical treasures, severed limbs, severely injured people, and that solitary victor.
“Good, very good!”
The white-haired elder’s gaze fell on Carson Flores and Aiden Roth, squinting as he asked, “Why didn’t you two participate in the battle?”
Carson Flores spread his hands, “I’m an Earth Immortal, how could I fight?”
Aiden Roth looked at the elder, casually saying, “I was hit by a magical treasure earlier, couldn’t use my strength, and judging by my performance, I’d surely be surrounded in a chaos fight.”
The white-haired elder gestured at June Weiss and Mona, “You have two True Immortal Maidens, with you three together, you stand a good chance.”
Carson Flores calmly replied, “What if they won, and you say you’ll pass them the Sun True Scripture, and they turn and wipe me out? They’re sisters, but I’m not their brother…”
June Weiss and Mona instinctively turned, looking at Carson Flores delivering his serious nonsense, their gaze curious.
What are you talking about?
Does it make sense?
The white-haired elder, naturally the owner of the Cave Mansion, Clayton Gross, didn’t expect Carson Flores to give such an unexpected answer, leaving him momentarily speechless.
He felt Carson Flores had discovered something, and was mocking him, but lacked evidence!
Clayton Gross stopped asking, anyway soon they’d all be a group of dead people, why bother asking more?
Although things had gone a bit askew, there were now three True Immortals and an Earth Immortal left, even though his body had recovered a little, handling them should pose no problem.
This was why Clayton Gross split the field in two, demanding a third be killed in the first round, to use Essence Blood and elixirs to restore his basic Combat Power.
Once Combat Power was restored somewhat, even if accidents happened in the second stage, it’d be within his control.
Clayton Gross smiled at the victorious middle-aged man, “You’re the winner, per our agreement, I’ll pass the Sun True Scripture to you, come over.”
The middle-aged man walked up to Clayton Gross in pleasant surprise, “Senior, you’re still alive?”
Clayton Gross smiled and reached out a hand towards him, “Just a living dead body, it’s thanks to you folks that I’m still alive, indeed.”
Thanks to us?
Confusion seeped through the middle-aged man’s eyes, questioning the relevance to them?
Just as he was about to ask, a mighty surge of Spiritual Energy pressed against from Clayton’s hand.
He was ready to accept the transmission of Sun True Scripture, his body totally relaxed, completely undefended, crushed fiercely under this overwhelming force.
“Boom!”
The middle-aged man’s body shattered into fragments, blood splattered, yet as if alive, drawn together into Clayton’s palm, instantly forming a Blood Bead composed of gathered blood.