Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 231 - 151: The Descent of the Evil God (2)

Chapter 231: Chapter 151: The Descent of the Evil God (2)

Boom!

A meteor crashed to the ground, the violent impact causing the entire Duel Arena to tremble.

The sound echoed in everyone’s ears, like thunder and like an earthquake.

Dust filled the air throughout the Duel Arena, blinding everyone’s view.

Then, silence ensued.

The entire place was deadly quiet, you could hear a pin drop in the stands.

Almost everyone who had been seated stood up in shock, their gazes subconsciously fixated on the interior of the Duel Arena, including those of noble status and formidable strength in the VIP seats.

Some were even constantly rubbing their eyes, doubting what they saw before them, was it just an illusion?

It was too brutal.

Too shocking.

Before the match began, who would have thought it would end like this?

Everyone thought the Prince would easily defeat the Hero, but to their surprise, the Prince was suppressed from the start, and even after his power enhancement, he was still outclassed as if the Hero was his born nemesis, always able to dominate him.

The thousands of Ice Swords formed from Frost Battle Energy were instantly shattered by an invisible force, turning into a sky full of beautiful ice fragments, the sparkling scene profoundly touching them.

The figure burning in the flames shook their hearts deeply.

Even the VIPs like Augustus and Wozworth had goosebumps, they were sure Qin Chu had hidden powers, and defeating the Prince was almost certain, but even these magnates couldn’t anticipate that after the Prince briefly entered the Martial God Realm, he would still be defeated by Qin Chu.

These people had incredibly astute insights, Wozworth naturally knew what was going on, but even those who weren’t clear about the details could guess most of it—the Prince had used some method to forcibly enhance his own power, which allowed him to burst out with terrifying strength for a short while, though unstable and with severe consequences, the power was genuine from the Martial God Realm.

Qin Chu’s situation seemed similar, but his result was more potent.

The Prince had just stepped into the Martial God Realm.

Qin Chu was more ruthless, advancing directly into the Middle Stage Martial God.

What was this power? Was it some type of Magic, Martial Arts, or Magic Potion or even Power?

Wozworth, Augustus, and Zimmerman from Saint Monica exchanged solemn glances, all discerned the gravity in each other’s eyes.

Even though Qin Chu was the Hero, this rate of improvement was too terrifying.

Qin Chu had already been destined to change the power balance of the entire Sky Dome Continent, it seemed they needed to reconsider how to treat the Hero.

His progression speed was several times faster than that of First Generation Brave Hero Jie Luo, who after the same duration in the Sky Dome Continent, was far less powerful than Qin Chu.

With Qin Chu’s strength, given time to eradicate Demon creatures and destroy the Demon King, it was almost foreseeable.

Then, the remaining issue was how to maintain his own position and power after the elimination of the Demon creatures... As the top entities of the Sky Dome Continent, they certainly did not want another person above them.

No one wanted to share, or even give up the power they held.

Even before the Demon creatures were eliminated, these people were already considering other matters... perhaps, this is the essence of this world.

...

Not to mention everyone harboring their own schemes.

Back to the Duel Arena.

The dust gradually cleared.

When the boss of the Duel Arena saw the scene, his vision blackened, and he nearly fainted.

Good God, what had he seen?

The one hundred meters diameter of the Duel Arena’s ground was completely shattered, not a single slab of stone or tile remained intact, only a huge pit was left, dozens of giant stone pillars were broken, and the Duel Arena itself was on the verge of collapse, looking like it could fall apart at any moment, even the metal barriers nearby were blown away by the fierce impact, and the Magic Restriction on them was directly destroyed, how much would this cost to repair?

All the ticket money he earned today, would it even be enough?

Qin Chu’s figure stood in the middle of the pit, the silver and crimson flames still swirling around him, at this moment, Qin Chu looked like a Demon God emerging from a raging inferno.

Just as before, he had one foot stepping on the Prince’s face, seemingly declaring his own strength and victory.

Qin Chu had not killed the Prince outright... after all, he was Wozworth’s son.

But, it was clear the Prince would not live much longer, the Magic Potion used to forcibly enhance his strength to the Martial God Realm had already severely depleted his life force, and the recent heavy blow from Qin Chu had exacerbated this.

His originally light brown hair had turned mostly white.

His appearance was withered, his skin wrinkled.

His body was emaciated, looking as if it had been drained dry, with skin clinging to bones, showing traces of fractures, some places even had bones piercing through the skin, yet no blood flowed, the sight was horrifying.

Perhaps due to the powerful sustenance from the Martial God Realm, even like this, the Prince had not yet died, but only his eyes could still move.

The hatred and bitterness could still be felt in his grayish pupils.

His eyes stared intently at Qin Chu, wanting to stretch his hand and tear that calm face looking down on him.

Was it because of such an ace in the hole that he remained so calm?

But, he no longer had the strength to control his own limbs.

Why?

Why?

A barbarian summoned from a Different World, how could he be better than him, a Prince with the most noble lineage?

His gaze shifted from Qin Chu. He knew he was about to die and only wanted to look at Rose Vesper one more time, the woman he loved most, before consciousness plunged into darkness.

He didn’t know why he had fallen in love with that woman.

Given his noble status, he certainly wasn’t lacking in women.

Whether it was the maids beside him or the graceful daughters of the nobility, he could easily possess any type of woman he wanted.

He had thought that he would never be moved by a woman; however, from the moment he saw Rose Vesper, his heart had already deeply succumbed.

She was so holy, so pure.

Her presence seemed to radiate infinite charm, weaving a net that captured him.

In that instant, the Prince knew he was deeply in love with this woman. In this lifetime, he would never be moved by any other woman; Rose Vesper would be his one and only.

Finally, he saw her.

Rose Vesper appeared, among those other plain and vulgar women, at the entrance to the Duel Arena.

Ah.

Still so pure, still so heart-stirring.

Just seeing Rose Vesper’s face made him feel as if his body was no longer in pain.

Her face was filled with sorrow, her small hands clutching her heart, and the Prince even saw a faint teardrop at the corner of Rose Vesper’s eyes.

Was she mourning for him? Was she saddened for him?

Don’t look at me in this wretched state.

But, this sorrow suddenly gave the Prince a surge of courage.

The woman he loved most was watching him; he could not remain in this disgrace. A strong defiance rose from within him, a defiance so powerful it overshadowed the imminent fear of death.

He was a descendant of the Abshen Family, having enjoyed the best resources since childhood. He absolutely could not lose to some crude outsider... Most importantly, he could not continue to appear so disgraceful in front of the woman he loved most.

Even if death was imminent, he wanted Rose Vesper to see his gallant side, even if it was just for a moment.

This is the pathetic and foolish nature of men.

He did not know that Rose Vesper’s sorrow was merely because she was about to lose her last ten million.

In his grayish white eyes, suddenly a gleam appeared; he once again fixed his gaze on Qin Chu, his lips rapidly moving.

Starry sky, grant me strength.

Void, take my soul.

He began to pray to the void, and in the moment he opened his mouth, everything was beyond reversal. Qin Chu sharply sensed a sinister, oppressive, cold, and dark aura rapidly emanating from the Prince.

This aura felt eerily familiar to Qin Chu.

Moreover, on the Prince’s dry, cracked skin, small black-gray scales began to spread quickly, creating a weird spectacle that made Qin Chu’s scalp tingle.

A strong premonition suddenly burgeoned.

Void Evil God!

In a flash, Qin Chu understood what the invasion of the Void Evil God he sensed some nights ago meant; the Prince had long been tainted by the Evil God.

The Prince was now undergoing a transformation under the infiltration of the Evil God’s power.

Initially, Qin Chu, knowing that the Prince was Wozworth’s son, did not want to openly confront the Emperor of the Empire and had refrained from killing the Prince.

But now, Qin Chu could not afford such concerns. He suddenly raised his hand, sending a Holy Light towards the Prince, intending to purify him along with the Evil God’s power residing within him.

However, this time, the Holy Light Technique did not take effect.

There was a hiss; as soon as the Holy Light touched the Prince, it was like a bucket of ice water poured on red-hot iron, immediately emitting a thick plume of white smoke.

The surface of the Prince’s body faintly glowed with a sinister light, and strange patterns rapidly spread from his torso to his limbs, even his face, with contorted light wrapping around his body surface.

Thump... Thump... Thump...

The terrifying heartbeat sounded like drumming.

As the strange scales even adhered to the eyeballs, and then quickly began to peel off, perhaps because his life force was about to run out, this shedding appeared particularly bloody.

Each scale stuck to a piece of skin, bloody chunks falling from his body.

The crimson flesh with white tendons made the Prince appear like a monster that had been skinned, but the Prince felt absolutely no pain; his completely blood-drenched face even showed a twisted, eerie smile.

Hehehe...

Yes, just like this.

Magic potions are useless.

This is true power.

The eerie appearance sent chills through everyone around.

The blood on his body evaporated into mist by an invisible force, gathering behind the Prince, gradually taking the shape of a tall, slender, and even figure.

Although it was only an outline drawn by the blood mist, the silhouette exuded an astonishing nobility and charm, as if there was a vortex inside, seducing people’s souls and will, deeply entangling them.

When they saw this figure, Wozworth, Augustus, Saint Monica, and Zimmerman almost simultaneously stood up, particularly Augustus, whose body was shaking wildly, his pupils flooding with intense hatred, his hands involuntarily clenched, and a barely audible roar like that of a wild beast emanating from his throat.

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