“I heard that Harlan Holmes has an unusual relationship with your SHADOW. Are you planning to avenge him?” The short-haired man looked at Judge, a smirk on his lips. From his words, it was evident that he knew Judge.
In the top 100 qualifying stage, the participants had mostly become familiar with each other. Even if they didn’t know each other before, after these days, they had gained a certain understanding, especially with opponents in the same realm, most people had intentionally gathered information.
“You have two choices: either cripple your cultivation or break a leg. It’s up to you!” Judge ignored his words, coldly looking at him as he spoke.
“Just because of that, I’ll take your cultivation today!” The short-haired man squinted, “Of course, unless you’re a coward and surrender on your own!”
“Is that so?” Judge sneered and then his tone turned cold, “I was initially considering giving you a chance, maybe just breaking one of your legs, but since you insist, don’t blame me!”
“Come on, let’s settle this quickly. After dealing with you, I still have others to challenge!”
“Ignorant!” The short-haired man snorted, “As you wish!”
With that, his aura burst forth entirely. Subsequently, he rushed towards Judge with tenacious force, simultaneously slashing out several cold glows and thunderous might. From this wave of attacks, it could be seen that he had not fully exerted himself in the previous battle with Harlan Holmes.
“Break!”
As the short-haired man charged halfway, Judge uttered in a deep voice, and a sharply curved blade glow slanted out. Intending to avenge Harlan, Judge naturally wouldn’t be merciful and directly used the Cold Moon Blade Technique.
As expected, the curved blade glow tore through the man’s assault, flashing past his shoulder. Immediately, the man’s right arm and big knife dropped onto the platform, blood spraying out wildly.
Simultaneously, the man rapidly retreated more than ten steps, his face showing extreme horror. He never expected that with just one strike, he would lose an arm. What made him even more desperate was that before he could recover, Judge’s figure closed in, and a palm force whistled out like a hurricane.
“I… I surren-”
Before he could finish shouting ‘surrender,’ Judge’s palm force had already struck from his abdomen, sending him crashing tens of meters away, unable to get up for a long time.
“Ah!” The short-haired man emitted a heart-wrenching scream.
Judge’s palm had directly crushed his Dantian, rendering him crippled.
“Damn it!” A young man in a grey robe on the west side of the spectator seat showed a tight frown, full of indignation.
“Oh, quite spirited, still not surrendering!” Judge strolled towards the short-haired man.
“I… I surrender, I surrender…” The man trembled and shouted towards the referee.
“Too quick to surrender? Not fun at all!” Judge shrugged after a slight pause, then turned to walk back to his seating area.
“Stop!”
The young man in the grey robe from the west side hurriedly approached.
“Anything?” Judge stopped, casually speaking.
“Cousin, he crippled my cultivation. You must avenge me!” On the platform, the short-haired man, having somewhat recovered, looked towards the grey-robed man and shouted in pain.
“Oh, so you’re his support? Want to avenge him?” Judge looked at the grey-robed man and asked.
“Referee, I want to challenge him!” The grey-robed man pointed at Judge and shouted loudly.
“Not allowed!” The main referee responded, “According to the rules of the competition, after entering the top 100 qualifying stage, only participants with lower cultivation levels can initiate challenges against those with higher cultivation levels.”
“You, at the War Emperor perfection realm, can’t challenge a peak-level opponent!”
“Do you really want to avenge him? Then wait a bit!” Judge, with a faint smile, looked at the referee and said, “Referee, I’ll challenge him when all the qualifying matches are over.”
“Not now!” The main referee shook his head, “After all participants’ matches are completed, there will be a special segment for cross-level challenges. At that time, you can challenge him!”
“Oh, is that so? Fine then!” Judge shrugged and returned to his seat.
“Judge, well done!” Stout praised him.
“Just a small effort!” Judge waved his hand, then looked at Billy arrogantly, “Boss, didn’t embarrass you, did I?”
“Take down another opponent of the same level, and you’re proud?” Billy glanced at him.
“Uh…” Judge twitched his mouth.
On the side, Ivy chuckled, “Billy, you should praise Judge. At least, he helped avenge General Holmes.”
“You are the best, Ivy!” Judge grinned.
The day’s competition also ended at midnight. All the participants in the War Emperor realm completed their matches. In the final round of battles between War Emperors, the number of participants was more than twice that of the peak-level fighters. Each of the prestigious families, including the Greenwood and Harding families, had one representative. Also, there were individuals from the top martial arts sects. Surprisingly, none of the super sects participated today.
Perhaps, for them, duels at the War Emperor level were not worth their attention. From another perspective, the families and top sects were essentially their subordinate forces, and sending their own people to participate made little difference.
Night Orchid and Frostblade both easily secured the first and second places in the War Emperor realm matches.
It was worth mentioning that the grey-robed man who sought revenge for his younger cousin had the misfortune of facing Frostblade. Showing no mercy, Frostblade directly cut off his right leg and then destroyed his Dantian with a single palm. They were now in the same boat.
“Boss, tomorrow’s War God-Emperor realm qualifying match has a total of twenty participants, twelve of them besides us. Here are their profiles.”
Not long after returning to the SHADOW base that night, Bob handed a file to Billy. The document listed the names and photos of the participants in the competition the next day.
The two prodigies from the Greenwood and Harding families were there, and so was the sect master of the Saint Sky Sword Pavilion, Adrian Hayes.
Apart from the two male participants, others had detailed information, including their origins, family backgrounds, martial arts cultivation, and specialties in offensive and defensive techniques. This information seemed to be an internal version that had leaked out.
“Oh damn! Bob, where did you get this?” Stout and Soul Chaser both exclaimed in surprise.
“I got it from Elder Hum!” Bob shrugged.
“With you as a young minister, he probably regrets it every day. Maybe one day he’ll want a refund you!” Azure Dragon laughed.
“He dares!” Bob pouted, “If he dares to refund me, I’ll pluck his beard hair by hair!”
Night Orchid chuckled, “I’m starting to feel sorry for Elder Hum!”
“What’s the situation with these two?”
Billy, after looking at the list, pointed at the two participants with only names and photos.