21: Chapter 21 Global Superpowered Individuals Conference (Part 3)

The Global Esper Convention, Day Five.

The matches on the third and fourth days were equally spectacular. On the third day, Chu Tianjiao faced the Jungle Queen Serengeti of the Great African Alliance and easily advanced by relying on the powerful might of the Eye of Heavenly Punishment. Bai Wuchen went up against the Phantom Swordsman Lancelot of the European Alliance and crushed his opponent with absolute strength, showcasing the terrifying power of the Holy Son of Kunlun. On the fourth day, Su Qingxue defeated the Thunder General Nikolai of the Great Russian Alliance to successfully advance. Lin Wu encountered the Rock Giant Kilimanjaro of the Great African Alliance and, after a fierce battle, finally defeated his opponent with the True Interpretation of Martial Arts to advance to the Top 16.

After several days of intense competition, the first round finally approached its conclusion. Among the twenty-five contestants, twelve successfully advanced, while the other thirteen entered the Repechage. In the Repechage, the Garen, Son of the Earth and the Flame Queen Eve of the Double Americas Alliance displayed great power, both defeating their opponents to regain their qualification to advance. The Berserker Ivan of the Great Russian Alliance and the Paladin Arthur of the European Alliance also stood out in the Repechage, successfully advancing to the Top 16.

With this, the Top 16 were all determined.

The Huaxia Alliance performed excellently. Lin Wu, Chu Tianjiao, Su Qingxue, and Bai Wuchen all advanced, making them the Alliance with the most advancing members among the five major Alliances. The Double Americas Alliance and the European Alliance each had three members advance, the Great Russian Alliance had two, and the Great African Alliance had only one.

"The drawing for the Top 16 begins now!"

The host's voice echoed through the venue, and everyone's eyes were focused on the giant screen above the arena. Sixteen names scrolled rapidly before finally settling, forming eight match-ups.

"Lin Wu of the Huaxia Alliance vs. Blood Shura of the European Alliance!"

When this match-up was announced, the entire audience erupted in an uproar.

Blood Shura, the ace of the European Alliance, was a half-blood of the Blood Tribe and humans, controlling the dual powers of blood and shadow. He had shown terrifying strength in the first round, defeating his opponent in just three moves with cruel methods that left his opponent severely injured and unconscious.

"This is going to be trouble..." Su Qingxue's brow furrowed. "Blood Shura's strength is unfathomable, and his abilities are very bizarre and hard to deal with."

"He is indeed a tricky opponent." Chu Tianjiao also nodded. "His Blood Manipulation ability can affect the opponent's blood flow; one careless move could lead to a disadvantage."

"Don't worry," Lin Wu said calmly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. "No matter who the opponent is, I will not lose."

"Confidence is a good thing, but do not underestimate the enemy," Bai Wuchen walked over and spoke up rarely. "Blood Shura's Blood Manipulation is something even I find troublesome. You need to find a way to counter him."

"Thanks for the reminder." Lin Wu nodded.

...

The match began.

Lin Wu and Blood Shura stepped onto the arena at the same time. Blood Shura wore a blood-red robe, his face as pale as paper, and his eyes flickered with a bloodthirsty light. He looked at Lin Wu, a cruel smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"A martial arts cultivator from Huaxia?" Blood Shura's voice was cold and raspy. "I've heard of you—defeating the Grandmaster Realm while in the Qi Refining Realm. Very interesting."

"You flatter me," Lin Wu said indifferently. "Please, show me what you've got."

"Your blood must be delicious." Blood Shura licked his lips, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes. "The blood of a martial arts cultivator must contain powerful energy. I can't wait to taste it."

"That depends on whether you have the skill," Lin Wu said coldly.

"Match start!"

As the referee's voice fell, Blood Shura stood still, a cruel smile appearing on his pale face. He slowly raised both hands, his fingers curving like eagle claws, as a bizarre and cold power surged from within him.

"Blood Manipulation!" That power was invisible and intangible, yet it carried a nauseating stench of blood, as if it were a curse from the depths of Hell, instantly enveloping the entire arena.

Lin Wu immediately felt the blood in his body begin to stir, as if countless ants were crawling in his blood vessels, or as if thousands of fine needles were pricking them. His blood flow suddenly accelerated, his heart thumping like a war drum, as if it wanted to burst through his vessels and surge out of his body. His face instantly turned flushed, and the veins on his forehead bulged, twisting and twitching like earthworms.

"Not good!" Lin Wu's heart tightened as fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. He quickly circulated his True Essence, forming golden barriers within his Meridians like golden dikes, attempting to block the erosion of that bizarre power. His True Essence surged like a galloping river through his vessels, engaging in a fierce struggle against the strange force.

"It's useless," Blood Shura sneered, his voice like the cry of a night owl, piercing and unpleasant as it echoed across the arena. "Before my Blood Manipulation, no living creature can resist. Your blood will eventually become my nourishment! Let me taste exactly what the blood of a martial arts cultivator is like!"

He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his pale lips, his eyes flashing with greedy and frantic light, as if he had already seen the scene of Lin Wu's blood being drained dry and him turning into a withered corpse. That gaze was like a hungry beast seeing its prey.

"True Essence Body Guard!"

Lin Wu gave a low shout, his voice carrying a hint of gravity. True Essence frantically surged out of his body, condensing on his surface like a golden tide into a golden shield an inch thick. Golden light flowed across the shield's surface, and runes flickered, emitting a supreme Yang and resolute Aura, like a small golden sun. This shield could not only defend against physical attacks but also isolate Blood Shura's Blood Manipulation, blocking that bizarre power outside.

"A bit interesting." A flash of surprise crossed Blood Shura's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by deeper greed. A cruel smile curled his lips. "To actually be able to isolate my Blood Manipulation—your True Essence is indeed not simple. The stronger the prey, the more delicious it tastes! I can't wait to suck your blood dry!"

"Shadow Raid!"

Blood Shura's figure blurred as he transformed into a faint black shadow, moving at extreme speed and leaving trails of afterimages in the air. His movement was like a ghost, flickering left and right, elusive and almost impossible to discern with the naked eye, as if he had merged with the shadows. The air was filled with a thick stench of blood—the blood mist kicked up by his high-speed movement, floating in the air like red gauze.

"Void Step!"

Lin Wu's pupils constricted, and his figure flashed like golden lightning, dodging Blood Shura's claws at the last possible moment. Blood Shura's nails were as sharp as knives, several inches long and glinting with a ghostly cold light, grazing past his clothes and bringing a bone-chilling cold. Lin Wu could even feel the corrosive power contained in the wind from the claws; if hit, his bones might be corroded into dross.

"So fast!" Lin Wu was secretly alarmed, more sweat appearing on his forehead. Blood Shura's speed was even faster than he had imagined, and that bizarre movement technique made it difficult to track his trajectory.

"Heavenly Collapse Fist, First Form — Void Breaking!"

Just as Lin Wu stabilized his figure, he threw out a punch. His right fist was clenched tight, golden True Essence condensing on it like a golden meteor. The fist force was like a bolt of golden lightning, tearing through the air and producing a deafening sonic boom. It roared like thunder as it hurtled toward Blood Shura. Wherever the fist force passed, the air was compressed, forming a visible shockwave that kicked up the dust on the ground.

"Blood Shield!"

Blood Shura remained unhurried, that cruel smile still hanging on his lips. He crossed his hands in front of his chest, and a blood-red shield instantly condensed before him. The shield was formed from thick blood, its surface constantly flowing and writhing like a living thing, emitting a nauseating stench of blood. The shield not only had astonishing defensive power but could also absorb the opponent's strength and convert it into its own nourishment.

"Boom!"

The golden fist force slammed into the Blood Shield, producing a dull impact sound like a giant hammer hitting leather. The Blood Shield trembled violently, ripples spreading across its surface like a stone thrown into a pool of blood. But soon, those ripples settled, and the Blood Shield absorbed the fist force, becoming even more solid, the blood-light on its surface turning more eerie.

"Your attacks will only make me stronger!" Blood Shura sneered, his eyes flashing with triumph and cruelty, his voice tinged with madness. "Now, let me show you the terror of Blood Devour!"

The blood-red shield suddenly exploded with a loud bang, turning into countless blood threads that coiled toward Lin Wu like tens of thousands of blood snakes. Those blood threads were as sharp as knives, each as thick as a finger, flashing with an eerie red light and carrying strong corrosiveness. Wherever they passed, even the alloy floor was corroded with deep marks, emitting wisps of black smoke and a "hissing" sound. The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and the scorched scent of corrosion, making one want to retch.

"Myriad Manifestations Sword Intent, First Form — Sword Qi Traversing!"

Lin Wu held his fingers like a sword and moved them rapidly. Dozens of golden Sword Qi rays shot out from his fingertips, darting through the air like golden lightning with sharp whistling sounds. The Sword Qi was incredibly sharp, severing the blood threads, which emitted wisps of black smoke and a "sizzling" sound at the cuts. But those blood threads seemed endless; as soon as one batch was cut, more surged forth like a continuous tide, surrounding Lin Wu from all directions.

"It's useless," Blood Shura sneered, his voice filled with madness and triumph. "Within my Blood Domain, the blood threads are infinite. No matter how many you cut, I will regenerate them! You will eventually be drained of your strength and then become my food! Your blood will ultimately become my nourishment!"

"Blood Domain?" Lin Wu's brow furrowed, and his heart sank. He felt the entire arena being enveloped by a bizarre power. The air was thick with the stench of blood, the temperature seemed to have dropped several degrees, and even breathing became difficult. Within this Domain, Blood Shura's strength was greatly enhanced, and every wisp of blood Qi was eroding his True Essence, like countless ants gnawing at his power.

"I must end this battle quickly." Lin Wu took a deep breath, a look of determination flashing in his eyes. He could feel the True Essence in his body being constantly consumed under the erosion of the Blood Domain, draining away like silk being reeled from a cocoon. If he delayed any longer, he would fall into a disadvantage and become a lamb to be slaughtered.

"True Essence Burst!"

Lin Wu gave a low shout, his voice slightly raspy. The True Essence within him instantly erupted, golden light surging from his body and soaring into the sky like a volcanic eruption, his Aura instantly rising several times over. He no longer held back, letting all his power burst forth. He was surrounded by golden light, appearing like a golden god of war, emitting a supreme Yang and resolute Aura that dispersed the surrounding blood Qi.

"Heavenly Collapse Fist, Eighth Form — Void Shatter!"

Lin Wu's right fist clenched tight, the golden True Essence on it condensing into a solid form, like a golden sun emitting a blinding light. He slammed his feet onto the ground, hurtling forward like a cannonball as he threw a punch. The golden fist force condensed into a single point, hurtling toward Blood Shura. This punch contained terrifying power, enough to shatter space. Wherever the fist force passed, the air was torn apart, leaving black cracks and emitting a piercing screech.

"Ultimate Blood Defense!"

Blood Shura did not dare to be careless. His face was grave, and a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes. He quickly formed hand Seals with both hands, condensing all the blood threads in front of him to form a massive Blood Wall several meters thick. The wall was made of thick blood, its surface constantly flowing and writhing like a living thing, as hard as steel and carrying strong corrosiveness, emitting a nauseating stench of blood.

"BOOM!!!"

The fist force slammed into the Blood Wall, erupting with a deafening roar like a clap of heavenly thunder, making the entire arena tremble. The Blood Wall shook violently, and countless cracks appeared on its surface, spreading frantically like a spiderweb. But those cracks were quickly filled by new blood threads, and the Blood Wall remained standing, as if it possessed infinite vitality, absorbing all of Lin Wu's fist force.

"It was blocked?" Lin Wu's brow furrowed, and his heart sank. The effect of the True Essence Burst was limited, and he could feel the True Essence in his body being rapidly consumed, receding like an ebbing tide. If he couldn't break through the defense quickly, he would fall into a disadvantage and become Blood Shura's prey.

"Haha!" Blood Shura laughed loudly, his voice filled with triumph and madness. "Your strength is indeed good, but it's not enough to break my defense! Now, it's my turn to counterattack! Let me show you the terror of the Blood Curse! Prepare for the arrival of death!"

"Blood Curse!"

Blood Shura quickly formed hand Seals, his fingers dancing like butterflies through flowers at a speed almost impossible for the naked eye to track. A blood-red light surged from his palm, like a bolt of blood-colored lightning, enveloping Lin Wu. That light contained a bizarre power; once touched, one would be cursed, their blood would gradually solidify, and they would eventually die. Wherever the light passed, the air was dyed blood-red, emitting a suffocating sense of pressure, as if it were a summons from Hell.

"Not good!" Lin Wu's pupils constricted. He could feel the fatal threat contained within that blood-red light. If hit, he would be beyond redemption.

"Martial Dao True Intent — Break!"

Lin Wu closed his eyes, sinking his entire mind into the Martial Dao. He no longer relied on the True Essence Burst but instead let the True Essence in his body circulate frantically according to the path of the "Martial Dao Origin Scripture." At this moment, he felt as if he had merged with heaven and earth, perceiving the true essence of the Martial Dao—supreme Yang and resolute, capable of breaking all evil. His state of mind became incredibly peaceful, as if he were in a golden ocean.

"Heavenly Collapse Fist, Unified Form — True Interpretation of Martial Arts!"

Lin Wu's eyes snapped open, golden light erupting forth like two golden suns. Golden fist energy surged from his fists, no longer mere destructive force but containing a profound rhythm, as if an embodiment of the Heavenly Dao. Wherever the fist energy passed, the blood-red light was dispelled, the air regained its clarity, and even the suppression of the Blood Domain was weakened.

"Boom!"

This punch contained the Martial Dao True Intent, capable of dispelling all evil. The fist energy slammed into the Blood Wall like the blazing sun melting snow; the Blood Wall's seemingly indestructible defense was like paper before this punch, easily torn apart. The fist energy, carrying the Martial Dao True Intent, was unstoppable, piercing through the Blood Wall and striking Blood Shura with unabated momentum.

"Crack—crack—"

It was the sound of bones breaking, crisp and piercing.

"Pfft!"

Blood Shura spat out a mouthful of blood, which traced a bizarre arc in the air like a blooming blood-colored flower. His body flew backward like a broken kite, tumbling several times in the air before crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena. His Blood Domain collapsed instantly, dissipating like a shattered mirror, and the blood-red robes on his body were torn by the fist energy, revealing pale and thin skin covered in shocking scars.

"This... this is impossible..." Blood Shura struggled to lift his head, looking at Lin Wu with a hint of fear and disbelief in his eyes, his voice hoarse and weak. "Your fist energy... could actually break my Blood Curse... how is this possible! My Blood Domain... my Blood Curse... how could they be broken!"

"The Martial Dao can break all laws," Lin Wu said indifferently, his voice filled with absolute confidence yet also a hint of fatigue. "The power of evil is vulnerable before the Martial Dao. Though your Blood Domain is strange, before the true Martial Dao, it is nothing more than a heterodox path. The Martial Dao is supremely yang and rigid, specifically countering such evil things."

"Huaxia Alliance's Lin Wu, wins!"

The referee announced the result of the match.

Thunderous applause erupted throughout the venue. Lin Wu had once again defeated a powerhouse of the Grandmaster Realm with a cultivation of the ninth level of the Qi Refining Realm, and this time the opponent was the European Alliance's ace, Blood Shura, whose strength was even greater than Amon, the King of the Desert.

"Lin Wu! Lin Wu! Lin Wu!"

The audience chanted Lin Wu's name, the waves of sound rising higher and higher. Lin Wu's performance had already conquered everyone.

Lin Wu walked down from the arena, his face somewhat pale. The battle just now had consumed a massive amount of his True Essence, especially that last move, "True Interpretation of Martial Arts," which had almost exhausted all of his power.

"Fantastic!" Su Qingxue came forward and handed him a bottle of recovery potion. "You've created a miracle once again."

"Thanks." Lin Wu took the potion and downed it in one gulp.

"Your True Interpretation of Martial Arts is becoming more and more refined." Chu Tianjiao walked over, a hint of solemnity in his eyes. "If we meet on the arena, I must go all out, or I will surely lose."

"Likewise." Lin Wu smiled. "Your Eye of Heavenly Punishment also puts pressure on me."

The two looked at each other, both seeing the Battle Intent in the other's eyes. They were both looking forward to a direct confrontation with each other; that would be a true battle between a dragon and a tiger.

...

After the battle between Lin Wu and Blood Shura ended, another highly anticipated battle began.

"The fifth match of the Round of 16: Huaxia Alliance's Bai Wuchen against the Great Russian Alliance's ice empress Natasha!"

As soon as the referee's voice fell, the eyes of the entire audience turned toward the arena. This was the debut of the Holy Son of Kunlun, Bai Wuchen, and everyone was looking forward to the performance of this legendary Huaxia figure. A tense and expectant atmosphere filled the air, like the calm before a storm.

Bai Wuchen slowly walked onto the arena, his white clothes as pure as snow and his temperament ethereal, as if he were out of place with his surroundings. Every step he took was light and graceful, as if treading on clouds, without making the slightest sound. As the breeze blew, his robes rustled, yet they could not move him in the slightest. His gaze was as calm as water and as deep as the starry sky, seemingly indifferent to everything before him, yet also as if everything was within his grasp. That transcendent temperament made everyone feel an invisible pressure.

Opposite him, the ice empress Natasha also stepped onto the arena. Her silver hair was like snow, cascading behind her like a waterfall and shimmering with a crystalline light under the lamps, as if every strand of hair was condensed from ice crystals. Her temperament was cold, like a glacier that had not melted for ten thousand years, inspiring awe and fear. She was surrounded by a faint chill, which condensed into ice crystals around her, dancing as if alive and shimmering with crystalline light under the lamps. She was the ultimate manifestation of the Ice-type Ability, and it was said she could even freeze space; she was the strongest of the Great Russian Alliance's younger generation.

"Holy Son of Kunlun?" Natasha's voice was as cold as ice, like a cold wind sweeping across an ice plain, carrying a bone-chilling cold. "I've heard of you; it's said you've never shown your true strength in public. Today, let me see just how strong you are. I hope you don't disappoint me."

"You are not qualified," Bai Wuchen said indifferently, his tone without the slightest ripple, as if stating a most ordinary fact. His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying an unquestionable confidence.

"Arrogant!" A flash of anger appeared in Natasha's eyes, a cold flame burning in her beautiful eyes. "I will let you know that the majesty of the ice empress is not to be provoked! Today, I will make you pay the price for your arrogance!"

"Let the match begin!"

With the referee's command, Natasha was the first to strike! She flung her hands open, the Ice-type Ability within her body surging frantically.

"Absolute Zero!"

A terrifying chill erupted from her body, spreading in all directions like a bursting flood, instantly enveloping the entire arena. The temperature plummeted to minus two hundred degrees, and even the air was frozen into tiny ice crystals, shimmering with crystalline light under the lamps. At this temperature, even steel would become as brittle as glass; the alloy floor made an overburdened "crackling" sound, its surface beginning to form a thick layer of frost.

But Bai Wuchen stood in place, motionless. As the chill approached within a meter of him, it seemed to encounter an invisible barrier and dissipated automatically, without even blowing the corner of his clothes. He seemed to have an invisible force field around him, isolating all the chill outside.

"What?" Natasha's face changed drastically, a flash of shock appearing in her beautiful eyes. "You can actually ignore my Absolute Zero? How is this possible!"

"Too weak," Bai Wuchen said indifferently, his voice devoid of emotion, as if evaluating a trivial matter. "If this is all the strength you have, then there's no need for this battle to continue. You are not yet enough to make me serious."

"Arrogant!" Natasha shouted, fury burning in her beautiful eyes, her voice trembling slightly—a sign of being provoked to the extreme. "Ice Domain!"

With her as the center, a massive Ice Domain rapidly expanded like a blooming ice lotus. This Domain was more refined than Su Qingxue's, and the temperature was even lower, reaching a state of extreme cold close to Absolute Zero. Within this Domain, even time seemed frozen, the air solidified into a solid, and a thick layer of ice formed on the ground, as smooth as a mirror.

"Ice Dragon Descent!"

Natasha held her hands high, the Ice-type Ability frantically gathering around her like a swirling vortex. The chill surged like a tide, condensing into a massive ice dragon in the air. That ice dragon was twenty meters long, more solid than Su Qingxue's, its dragon scales clearly visible, each the size of a palm and shimmering with an icy blue light. A cold flame burned in the dragon's eyes, as if a true ancient ice dragon had been resurrected, emitting a heart-stopping pressure. The dragon's roar resounded throughout the venue, making everyone's eardrums ache. Its power was several times stronger than Su Qingxue's ice dragon!

The ice dragon roared and charged toward Bai Wuchen. Wherever it passed, the air was frozen into ice crystals, leaving a crystalline ice path behind it, like a road leading to a frozen world.

Bai Wuchen finally moved.

He slowly raised his right hand and extended a finger, his movement gentle and elegant, as if stroking a delicate flower or playing a silent piece of music.

"Kunlun Finger."

His voice was very light, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

A beam of white light shot from his fingertip. That light seemed weak, as soft as moonlight, yet it contained a terrifying power. Wherever the light passed, space distorted, and visible ripples appeared.

"Crack—crack—"

The moment the ice dragon came into contact with the white light, it was as if it had been hit by a freezing spell; it instantly disintegrated, turning into a sky full of ice crystals, like a shower of ice crystals falling. Each ice crystal shimmered with a crystalline light, beautiful beyond compare under the lamps, yet carrying a lethal chill. The ice dragon didn't even have time to let out a mournful cry before it completely dissipated into the air.

"This... this is impossible..." Natasha's face was deathly pale, as if she had lost all color, and her delicate body trembled slightly. "My ice dragon was actually defeated by a single finger... how is this possible! That was my strongest attack!"

She couldn't believe that her strongest move had been so easily neutralized by the opponent. To what extent had this Bai Wuchen's strength reached? She felt as if she were facing not a person, but an insurmountable mountain.

"It's over," Bai Wuchen said indifferently, his voice without the slightest ripple, as if announcing a predetermined fact.

His figure flashed, disappearing from his spot as if teleporting, leaving no trace behind. The next moment, he appeared instantly in front of Natasha, his speed so fast it was hard for the naked eye to discern. Before Natasha could react, Bai Wuchen's palm had already lightly pressed against her shoulder.

"Kunlun Seal."

He gave a light pat with his palm, seemingly gentle and powerless, like a spring breeze brushing against the face.

But immediately after, a terrifying force erupted from Bai Wuchen's palm, as surging as a landslide or a tsunami, and as heavy as Mount Tai pressing down. Natasha only felt the spiritual power throughout her body instantly sealed, collapsing like a dam bursting, no longer able to be mobilized in the slightest. Her Ice Domain collapsed instantly, dissipating like a shattered mirror, and the ice crystals on the arena melted one after another, revealing the original alloy floor.

That force rampaged through her body, completely destroying all her ability to resist, like crushing dry weeds. Natasha only had time to let out a muffled groan before she knelt on the ground, unable to move. Her knees struck the ground with a dull thud that was exceptionally clear in the silent arena.

"Huaxia Alliance's Bai Wuchen, wins!"

The referee announced the result of the match, his voice carrying an irrepressible shock and awe.

The entire venue was first dead silent, as if no one could believe their eyes; time seemed to freeze at this moment. Then, deafening applause erupted like a landslide or a tsunami, as everyone was shocked by Bai Wuchen's strength; cheers and exclamations rose one after another.

Bai Wuchen's strength was simply terrifying to the extreme! ice empress Natasha, the leader of the Great Russian Alliance's younger generation, had actually been defeated by him in two moves! The entire process was as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest delay, as if he were merely doing a trivial matter. That calm and unhurried demeanor, that unfathomable strength, made everyone feel a heartfelt awe.

"Holy Son of Kunlun... as expected, your reputation is well-deserved..." Natasha struggled to lift her head and looked at Bai Wuchen's back, her eyes carrying a hint of fear and deep admiration, her voice weak and trembling. "Is this the strength of the Holy Son of Kunlun? Indeed... unfathomable... I... accept my defeat wholeheartedly..."

Bai Wuchen walked down from the arena, his gaze sweeping over the Huaxia Alliance's resting area and meeting Lin Wu's gaze. Their eyes met in the air; Bai Wuchen nodded slightly and then turned to leave.

"This Bai Wuchen..." Lin Wu murmured to himself, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes. "Unfathomable."

"Yeah," Chu Tianjiao also nodded. "His strength is probably even greater than we imagined. If we meet him on the arena, we must go all out."

...

The Quarter-finals, in everyone's anticipation, finally arrived.

After the draw, the quarter-final matchups were as follows:

Huaxia Alliance's Lin Wu against Huaxia Alliance's Chu Tianjiao!

Huaxia Alliance's Su Qingxue against the Double Americas Alliance's Garen, Son of the Earth!

Huaxia Alliance's Bai Wuchen against the European Alliance's Paladin Arthur!

Great Russian Alliance's Berserker Ivan against the Double Americas Alliance's Flame Queen Eve!

When the result of the matchup between Lin Wu and Chu Tianjiao was announced, the entire venue boiled over. This was the fated duel everyone was looking forward to; the two strongest people in the Huaxia Alliance were finally going to face off on the arena!

"I've finally been waiting for this moment." Chu Tianjiao looked at Lin Wu, a raging Battle Intent burning in his eyes. "Lin Wu, let's have a fair and square contest and see who is the number one among the Huaxia younger generation!"

"Just what I wanted." Lin Wu nodded, Battle Intent also burning in his eyes. "I've been looking forward to this battle for a long time."

Their gazes met in the air, as if sparks were flying. It was a mutual understanding between powerhouses and also a silent declaration of war.

The Quarter-finals are about to begin!