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Chapter 1217 - 839: Top 16, Li Ba vs. Bloodriders! (5K)_3

Chapter 1217: Chapter 839: Top 16, Li Ba vs. Bloodriders! (5K)_3

Is it Wuji against... battlefield black sheep?

"I surrender! I surrender!" Black Sheep shouted, giving up the match without even entering the golden gate.

This made the player next to Li Changhe, who was riding a horse, laugh at him for being gutless. He didn’t even dare to fight an obscure human.

It makes sense though, Wuji had been unknown before, and these players had no idea that he was the master of the Xuanyuan Divine Sword and one of the strong ones from the Book of Heaven.

However, with the precedent set by the instant kill of the Champion Marquis, more and more players began to surrender, including humans and different races alike.

With his notorious reputation, Chen Guang’s opponent, a Black Palace player, decisively surrendered.

The Moon God, on the other hand, faced a Great Wall player. After a while in the arena, chatting and having a few sips of tea, it was the Great Wall player who chose to surrender.

Next was Brother Dong, who faced off against a different race player armored in iron, with a head similar to that of a rhinoceros, famed for its extremely powerful defense.

Unfortunately for the rhino-like creature, Brother Dong was now even stronger.

His Title Skill, Whale Bone Warrior-Cursed Kill, allowed him to turn the curses on his body into either a strength or agility boost. Plus, thanks to someone’s registration behavior, his power had been rapidly increasing.

Not to mention the sheer number of curses he had.

In the end, after throwing seventeen punches, the rhinoceros was battered into continuously vomiting blood. It eventually chose to surrender but was struck in the head by Brother Dong just one second before being teleported away.

Back in the rest area, it lay motionless, casting doubt on whether it had been beaten to death.

Of course, Brother Dong hadn’t escaped injury either. It seemed several of his ribs were broken, and his hand was severely damaged; it was doubtful he could clench his fist again.

Still, he received the cheers of "Great Wall Yang Dong, the Eternal God" from the "audience." Brother Dong could only grimace and return to the rest area.

After all, the defeat of a different race player by a human was indeed a joyous occasion.

Next was Big Iron Pestle, whose opponent was a Blood Clan player.

Their fight was intense, with Big Iron Pestle wielding his lance and using elements like fire, frost, and compressed air currents to knock the Blood Clan player silly.

But what was even more nerve-racking was yet to come.

From a crack in the sky came the curses of the Divinity, and a meteor that came from nowhere rushed down. It was as big as a mountain, seemingly about to smash the entire arena.

Almost all the players’ eyes widened, and they reached for their Escape Coins.

Both Big Iron Pestle and the Blood Clan player promptly decided to surrender.

The meteor was then caught by three giant hands reaching out from the crack in the sky. Three Divinities intervened and caught the meteor.

In the end, since the Blood Clan player surrendered slightly faster, Big Iron Pestle advanced successfully. And that Blood Clan player was still quivering in his boots up to the moment.

Afterward, it was time for the Seahorse President from the East-20 and the North-01 Blood Cavalry King!

The Seahorse President didn’t surrender but walked directly into the golden gate.

In front of the Bloodriders, the strongest under the Demigod, the Seahorse President summoned the Three Illusion Gods.

The Giant God Soldier descended from the sky, the Wing Divine Dragon spread its golden wings, and the Sky Dragon roared with thunder.

The three divine creatures were unleashing their greatest might.

If the arena had not been immense, it might not have even been able to contain these three behemoths.

The Seahorse President stood atop the Blue-Eyed Ultimate Dragon, holding a lance, looking majestic!

Unfortunately, he was soon overwhelmed and had to surrender reluctantly.

The King of Blood Riders weaved through the gaps in the Three Illusion Gods’ attacks. His crimson Divine Whip struck, shattering the Giant God Soldier’s head, twisting the Sky Dragon’s neck, and piercing through the Wing Divine Dragon’s chest.

The strength of divine summons was formidable; even with such injuries, they didn’t die or disappear and could fight again.

Unfortunately, as the Bloodriders’ inheritance was designed to counter divine creatures, the scarlet Divinity spread rapidly like ink in clear water, inducing a rampage and loss of control in the attacked targets and damaging their bodies just like poison.

Even non-fatal wounds weren’t enough; the Three Illusion Gods couldn’t sustain their Divinity. Being summons and not as powerful as their originals, their bodies began to disintegrate rapidly.

Indeed, pitting divine creatures against the Bloodriders was far too forced.

The Seahorse President had no choice but to surrender.

Next up was finally Li Changhe, facing the neighbor—the centaur.

The centaur player’s face looked terrible when it came down to just him and Li Ba left undrawn. Despair had already set in.

He immediately announced his surrender.

So, the referee declared, "The opponent has surrendered; East-07 Uncle Eight-direction advances to the top sixteen! The loser will compete later on. We will now begin the fights for the top sixteen."

This confused most of the players.

"Uncle Eight-direction? Who’s that? Never heard of him," one player murmured.

"Seems like... General Li Ba?" another guessed.

"Damn, I thought his name was just Li Ba!" someone exclaimed in surprise.

"So General Li Ba is also Uncle Eight-direction? No one told me about this!"

"With so many nicknames, who can keep track of his player nickname?" another wondered.

"The way the Chaos Faction is targeting Li Ba, do they even know he’s Uncle Eight-direction?"

The players kept complaining among themselves.

Indeed, many knew of Li Changhe as General Li Ba, yet were unaware that Uncle Eight-direction was his player nickname.

Of course, this was also because Li Changhe often teamed up with friends, and other players simply didn’t know General Li Ba’s nickname.

Unperturbed, Li Changhe continued sitting in the rest area, waiting for the second round—the top sixteen competition.

The referee quickly threw out the Light Curtain.

The moment the numbers stopped, Li Changhe chuckled and rose from his seat.

And all the players stood up at once.

"How can it be so soon?" Champion Marquis’s face turned grim. He sighed, having thought up many ways to avoid clashing with him, but they had met so soon anyway.

"Meeting in the second round?" Players looked at the numbers, their expressions varying.

In the sky above, the Divinity also fell silent at this.

"Did you orchestrate this?" Some beings coldly questioned.

"No, how could we?" Another being sneered. "This is all random; we can’t interfere with that."

"Damn, there’s no escape, huh?" Another being sighed.

...

The first round of the top sixteen.

East-07 against North-01!

General Li Ba versus the King of Blood Riders!

The two most anticipated players in this tournament will clash at this moment!

(No more dragging on, let’s get started)