Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 2206

Chapter 2206: Chapter 204: Divine Destiny Nine Diagrams Chapter 2206: Chapter 204: Divine Destiny Nine Diagrams Here's the translation following your instructions:

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“The Tenfold Edges itself belongs to the supreme killing formation. Compared to Heath Perez's three ordinary formations, it is a much higher-level formation, and for Heath Perez to rely on three ordinary formations to block this supreme killing formation demonstrates his top-tier mastery in formations. If Heath Perez had learned more advanced formations, this person wouldn't stand a chance against him.”

Ethan Smith said softly as he glanced over the scene, making his judgment about the two combatants crystal clear.

The sword light continuously struck against the knife blade. In just a few seconds, the two sides collided nearly a hundred times.

Although Heath Perez's iron sword was constantly on the defensive, it relied on the “Sturdy Array” and showed no signs of retreat or failure.

As the swordsman's momentum waned, all of a sudden, a flash of light sliced through the iron blade's aura.

In an instant, the iron sword shifted from defense to offense, with its aura surging to an overwhelming peak.

The blade struck down vertically, splitting the iron sword cleanly into two pieces.

“I've won!”

Heath Perez roared, swinging his fist triumphantly through the air.

The young man stared blankly at his flying sword, now fallen to the ground. His face twisted with venomous hatred as he glared at Heath Perez.

“How could I lose to this low-level Formation Master!”

He had been raised in a formation-centered aristocratic family on the Black Platform Continent, studying formations under the guidance of clan mentors from a young age.

But unexpectedly, he had been defeated by an obscure rogue cultivator.

“I haven't lost yet!”

His gaze turned vicious as a powerful divine sense surged into the flying sword.

The two fragments of the flying sword erupted with sword qi dozens of times stronger than before, sneaking toward Heath Perez for a surprise attack.

“Referee! He's cheating!”

Heath Perez's expression turned pale as he shouted loudly.

His cultivation was merely in the middle stage of the mighty realm, vastly inferior to the youth's Reversion Void Stage.

Under normal rules in refining competitions, magical artifacts were supposed to be controlled by divine sense at the same realm of cultivation to ensure fairness; otherwise, it would defeat the original purpose of the match.

Yet, the youth had forcibly used Reversion Void Stage divine sense to control the flying sword, intending to eliminate Heath Perez.

“There are no regulations in this competition requiring suppression of realm levels for comparison. Individual strength is also a criterion for judging a Refining Master's ability.”

The Family Head of the Avery family stood up, coughed lightly, and said.

“I yield!”

Fear crossed Heath Perez's face as he realized the flying sword was aimed to take his life.

“Die!”

The young man's eyes were cold and venomous as he urged the flying sword forward with a sinister determination to kill Heath Perez.

Anyone more gifted than him had to die!

Meanwhile, the judges conversed amongst themselves, turning a blind eye to what was transpiring in the arena.

Heath Perez looked at the incoming flying sword and closed his eyes in despair.

Ethan Smith flicked his finger, and a burst of air instantly reduced the two pieces of the flying sword to powder.

“Who's there!”

The young man coughed up a mouthful of blood and looked around frantically, enraged.

“The champion is Heath Perez.”

Ethan Smith moved into the arena and spoke in a calm voice.

“Who do you think you are to meddle here? Was it you who sabotaged me just now?”

The young man snarled angrily, his face contorted with rage.

“Pa!”

The Avery Family Head slapped the young man hard across the face, sending him flying.

“Uncle Avery, didn't you promise me I'd be the champion?”

The young man stared at the Avery Family Head with a wronged expression.

“Get lost! Shut your filthy mouth!”

The Family Head's pupils contracted the moment he laid eyes on Ethan Smith.

Just recently, he had heard from the City Lord that the recent upheaval in the city–an event that had shaken nearly every cultivator of significance–was caused by this youth, a figure akin to the god of death standing before him.

At this moment, he dared not challenge Ethan Smith.

“I hereby announce Heath Perez as the champion!”

The Avery Family Head declared loudly.

“Big brother, thank you!”

Heath Perez, unaware of Ethan Smith's true identity, cupped his fist in gratitude.

Ethan Smith shook his head, indicating it was fine, and then took out a Pill.

“Take this. Rest and recover well. The spiritual power within your body has already dried up; if you continue this way, your soul and essence will wither away entirely.”

“Are you a master of alchemy?”

Heath Perez froze in shock.

“You could say so. In truth, I've done some specialized research in formations as well.”

Ethan Smith nodded slightly.

“Wonderful, wonderful, then you must visit my residence to examine formations thoroughly. I can see that your skills are extraordinary; your mastery of formations must also be exceptional.”

Heath Perez was immediately energized upon hearing that Ethan Smith also specialized in formations and pulled him toward his cultivation residence.

“This is your residence?”

Ethan Smith's lips twitched slightly as they arrived at Heath Perez's so-called cultivation site.

The area lacked almost any visible spiritual energy; it was surrounded by barren mountains and wilderness so desolate that not even animals were drawn to it.

For the first time, Ethan Smith began to understand Heath Perez's current physical condition. In such an impoverished environment, even cultivation would struggle to replenish the needed spiritual power.

“There's no helping it; regions rich in spiritual energy have already been divided among the aristocratic families. To survive here in the barren wilds is already a blessing. There are many more ordinary people out there living no better than ants.”

Heath Perez shook his head.

“Watch out!”

He suddenly shouted in alarm.

Ethan Smith noticed a faintly visible accumulation of explosive spiritual energy in a certain area and stepped into it.

Unexpectedly, this triggered lightning fire to erupt.

In an instant, the formation exploded into flames and thunder.

Ethan Smith waved his hand, dispersing the lightning fire in an instant.

The ground was covered with densely carved formations. Ethan Smith swept his divine sense over them but couldn't comprehend them entirely at a glance.

“Forgive me, big brother. Three hundred years ago, I was just an ordinary person, but I happened to acquire a beginner's manual on formations, which became my path to cultivation. That's the only reason I've been able to achieve today's talent.”

Heath Perez laughed awkwardly.

Ethan Smith was taken aback. To cultivate through formations in such impoverished conditions was exceedingly difficult.

Although these formations were basic, there was even a rare Five-Link Array among them.

Even the Purgatory Great Array was only a Five-Link Array. If the man before him had been of a higher realm and had access to sufficient resources, his talent might surpass that of some of the Holy Region's most celebrated geniuses.

“Big brother, sit down. This is a technique I've pondered over for years during my study of formations. I call it the Divine Destiny Prophecies.”

Heath Perez suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his aura became ancient and eerie, with his irises turning a shade of pale gray.

Ethan Smith's pupils contracted sharply; his gaze was like a mirror reflecting his silhouette.

*A suffocating sense of danger enveloped Ethan Smith's divine sense–this wasn't the present; it was a vision of the future.*

Then, within Heath Perez's gaze, there appeared a blood sea where skeletal remains floated and ghostly shadows flickered. Heath Perez stood amidst them.

Heath Perez's face suddenly paled like a sheet of paper, and he spat out a mouthful of blood essence.

“That's enough!”

Ethan Smith's expression shifted sharply as he quickly interrupted Heath Perez's technique.

Pure spiritual energy surged into Heath Perez's dantian, and Ethan Smith thrust a Pill into his mouth.

After a long moment, Heath Perez finally reopened his eyes.

“Call me Ethan Smith. Your prophecy is already intimately connected to the Tribulation Transcending Realm. You can sense my destiny from the Void itself.”

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