Facing the Stone Spirit's provocation, the Daoist of Clan Corpses merely looked up, scanning the Stone Spirit from head to toe.
Then, he silently lowered the coffin from his back.
Right then, Tie Gelei's voice rang out, announcing the start of the match.
“Let the match begin!”
As soon as his voice fell, the Stone Spirit moved.
A stone fist the size of a house smashed down violently.
“Boom!”
“Argh!”
However, this scream of pain did not come from the Daoist of Clan Corpses, but from the Stone Spirit.
The arena crafted by Chen Xu was simply too hard, far beyond what a Transcendent Rank stone giant like the Stone Spirit could hope to damage.
The Stone Spirit painfully withdrew its right hand. Looking at the dense cracks covering its hand, it willed some earth-attribute energy to flow from its core to heal the damage.
Only then did the Stone Spirit look away from its hand to search for the Daoist of Clan Corpses.
But no matter how much the Stone Spirit looked left and right, or even bent down to peer between its own legs, it could not find any trace of the Daoist of Clan Corpses.
This scene thoroughly amused the audience in the livestream room.
For in the 360-degree all-around view set up by Miracle, the viewers could clearly see the Daoist of Clan Corpses carrying his coffin, standing steadily on a protrusion on the Stone Spirit's back.
His expression was relaxed and his posture casual, showing not even a shred of tension.
Young God of Magic: Does this big rock have no sense of touch? Someone jumped onto its back, and it still hasn't noticed.
Black Magic Master: Under normal circumstances, stone giants—or rather, stone elementals—shouldn't exist like this. Perhaps this is an experimental product? It has the size, but lacks the intelligence and sensory capabilities to match.
Young God of Magic: Then how did it pass through all the rounds of selection and make it to the finals?
Please Call Me Top Scholar: Brother God of Magic, if it were you at the Transcendent Rank and you saw a creature the size of a hill, would you choose to avoid it, or go up and throw a fireball at it?
Young God of Magic: Of course I'd use wind magic to flee as fast as possible! Only a fool would go up. Oh, I get it now.
High Priestess of the Church of Fate: The Goddess favored this Stone Spirit, allowing it to avoid battles all the way and luckily enter the finals. But the Goddess's favor is limited, and clearly, it has run out now.
The Stone Spirit was still scratching its head, seemingly unable to comprehend why the Daoist of Clan Corpses had suddenly vanished. Could it be that its punch just now had grasped the True Intent of the Earth, directly smashing the Daoist of Clan Corpses into the ground?
The Stone Spirit turned its head, casting a helpless, pleading look at the host and referee, Tie Gelei.
Tie Gelei held his microphone and shrugged, indicating that the match was still ongoing.
The Stone Spirit scratched its head again. Suddenly, a sharp pain pricked its back. It immediately realized that the monkey had hidden behind it.
Fortunately, the Stone Spirit was highly experienced and knew how to handle this.
With a sudden backwards lurch, its massive body fell flat.
“Boom!”
The Stone Spirit slammed onto the ground, attempting to crush the Daoist of Clan Corpses flat with its weight.
However, the sharp pain from before did not vanish. Instead, it grew increasingly intense, spreading from its back to its limbs.
Deeply unsettled, the Stone Spirit rolled back and forth on the ground, trying to grind the Daoist of Clan Corpses to death.
But soon, the Stone Spirit stopped moving. Its massive body collapsed with a loud crash, turning into a pile of shattered rocks.
Several zombies tore a large hole in its chest and crawled out.
The Daoist of Clan Corpses followed closely behind, leaping out while carrying his coffin. He looked completely relaxed, though a hint of confusion lingered on his face.
How did a guy of this level make it to the finals? Did it just pretend to be a mountain so no one would notice, sneaking its way in?
The Daoist of Clan Corpses shook his head and looked at Tie Gelei.
With a flash of movement, Tie Gelei appeared on the arena, raised the Daoist of Clan Corpses's hand, and announced loudly,
“The Daoist of Clan Corpses wins!”
Inside the Undead Dao Court, the Lord of the Crafts Sect laughed heartily, clearly delighted.
“My friends, it seems my judgment is still quite sharp.”
After laughing, the Lord of the Crafts Sect sent a message to Tie Gelei, telling him to draw another ten—no, one hundred—full sets of Transcendent Rank equipment in the livestream room to share the joy with the audience.
“Sigh, that Daoist of Clan Corpses is truly lucky. To go up against a useless show-off like the Stone Spirit and advance so easily.”
“Hahaha, at the Transcendent Rank, luck is sometimes the greatest ability of all.”
On the arena, Tie Gelei busied himself with clearing the stones while speaking into the microphone to carry out his master's orders.
At the same time, he had to announce the next match and call the next contestants to prepare.
“The second match: Druid Huanfeng versus Beast Tamer Dazhi! Will both contestants please step onto the arena!”
With a light leap, Huanfeng transformed into an agile leopard and bounded onto the arena.
Dazhi, on the other hand, summoned a giant frog beast over three meters tall, riding it onto the stage.
Dazhi looked at Huanfeng opposite him and suddenly blurted out,
“Brother Huanfeng, how many forms can you transform into?”
Huanfeng was baffled. Who on earth pried for information right on the stage like this? He casually made up a number.
“Around a hundred or so.”
To his surprise, Dazhi actually believed him, his face filled with shock.
“Wow! A hundred forms! If I captured you as my beast, wouldn't that be like getting a hundred different beasts all at once? I could make so many combinations!”
Dazhi's heartfelt remark was met with a heartfelt hiss from the Druid Huanfeng.
“Hiss!!”
“Damned hunter, you are insulting nature!”
“Hunter? But I'm not a hunter, I'm a Beast Tamer.”
“Hiss!!”
Huanfeng said no more, his face contorting with rage as he turned to look at Tie Gelei.
Understanding his look, Tie Gelei shrugged and raised his microphone.
“I declare, let the match begin!”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Huanfeng lunged at Dazhi like a gust of wind.
Dazhi did not panic, seemingly having anticipated this.
The giant frog beneath him leaped lightly, soaring dozens of meters into the air.
“Roar!”
Huanfeng roared, shifting his form into a goshawk, and soared straight up into the sky after them.
“Oil Frog, spit frog oil!”
“Croak!”
The giant frog opened its wide mouth and spat a massive glob of oily substance downward, aiming to hit the goshawk and block its movement.
However, the sharp vision of a hawk allowed Huanfeng to see the oncoming attack clearly, easily dodging the trajectory of the unidentified flying object well in advance.
Yet this brief detour bought Dazhi enough time.
Behind him, his beast space opened, and a mech was summoned—yes, a mech.
To Huanfeng's shock, Dazhi donned the mech and launched an attack.
A barrage of homing missiles surged forward. Huanfeng was forced to dive back down, transforming into a pangolin to burrow into the ground to escape the explosion.
However, his claws, which had always sliced through soil like butter, met their match for the first time against the arena crafted by Chen Xu.
At the critical moment, Huanfeng shifted again, turning into a thick-shelled sea turtle to tank the blast head-on.
But this defensive maneuver gave Dazhi the perfect opportunity. Bringing his hands together, he brought a light-energy sword slashing down.
The high-temperature beam ignited the oily substance on the ground, leaving Huanfeng engulfed in raging flames.
“Roar!”
Pushed into a corner, Huanfeng decided to risk it all. He shifted directly into a giant bear.
As a darling of the earth, his new form finally resonated with the arena below, and he unleashed a Spike technique.
The spikes, formed from the arena's incredibly tough material, easily pierced through Dazhi's mech, pinning it firmly in place.
Traces of blood began to seep from the cockpit.
“Roar!”
Seizing the chance, Huanfeng let out a roar to buff himself. With thunder crackling around his claws and his fur covered in rock armor, he charged at Dazhi for a final strike.
“Croak!”
A tongue shot down from the sky, trying to halt the giant bear's advance.
But with a casual swipe of the giant bear's paw, lightning erupted upward, blasting the giant frog away.
Without slowing down, the heavy-weight giant bear crashed directly into the pinned mech like a runaway train.
“Boom!”
After a violent collision, the mech shattered into pieces, and the giant bear was left with several bloody gashes.
But such minor injuries were nothing to a Druid.
The injuries sustained by the Beast Tamer, Dazhi, were the truly fatal ones.
The mech's explosion had severed his left arm, and worse, the mech was actually his bound beast.
The death of his beast triggered a severe soul backlash, leaving Dazhi's head spinning, completely unable to react.
In the next second, the giant bear ran him over once more.
“Splat.”
The Beast Tamer Dazhi was sent straight back to his original world by the runaway giant bear.
Tie Gelei flashed onto the stage, but just as he was about to land, he saw the ground covered in minced meat. He quickly released his mental strength to keep himself hovering in the air.
Then, carefully picking a spot free of bloodstains, he grabbed the paw of Huanfeng's giant bear form and raised it.
“The Druid, Huanfeng, wins!”
Inside the Undead Dao Court, another round of cheerful laughter erupted.
Although no one had placed bets on this match, Dazhi's defeat was directly linked to Chen Xu.
Had it not been for the unique properties of the arena's material, that mech would never have been pinned down, turning into a sitting duck.
“Fellow Daoist Chen, you are far too earnest. To put so much effort into a Transcendent Rank arena and even craft it yourself. I usually just dump such tasks on my disciples, who then outsource it to god-knows-who, ending up with some random flat ground.”
“Fellow Daoist Li is right. Even in the Myriad Crucible, Transcendent Rank arenas are handled by the competitors themselves. Only when it comes to the Mythic or Eternal Ranks do we Dao Lords step in personally. Fellow Daoist Chen's kindness ended up doing in that poor Beast Tamer instead.”
Chen Xu could only sigh helplessly, silently accepting the teasing from his two old friends.
On the arena, Tie Gelei continued to clean up. This time, it was far more difficult to clean than the stones from before.
Since he didn't practice water-attribute magic, he had to suppress his disgust and use his mental strength to clear away the minced meat bit by bit.
All the while, he continued his advertising duties.
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As one of the sponsors of this event, the Pill Tower—the famous alchemy organization of the Myriad Worlds—has generously sponsored the finals. We will be drawing ten thousand lucky viewers in this livestream room to receive a Pill Tower hydration set! Send the bullet comment [For medicine, I only take Pill Tower elixirs!] to participate in the draw!
Let us take a short break. The next match will begin shortly!”
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