Martial World's
Ch 1408 - Witch, Blacksalt
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North Great Soar World, Bright Soar Planet –
As the closest big planet to Bright Great Lustre World, Bright Soar Planet became increasingly busy. There were many martial artists passing through there every day.
On this day, a young man wearing a bamboo hat arrived at Bright Soar Planet.
He was wearing tight black clothes and a bamboo hat was pulled down, hiding his eyes. Among the crowd, he seemed to be very common. But, if one were to carefully observe it, they would notice that there seemed to be an invisible force field around it. Even on the busy streets, not a single person hit him.
This black-clothed youth was Lin Ming.
As he walked forward, he could see that restaurants, drugstores, weapon and armor shops, and all other businesses were booming with customers. In particular, the shops selling disposable talismans were almost flooded with eager martial artists.
"The heavenly realm is too big, there are too many martial artists. ”
Lin Ming sighed. On this path, any one of these people could be considered an outstanding young genius from the Holy Land. Many of them were at least at the level of White Daohong Phoenix Cry Palace that Lin Ming had seen in the past.
Back then, White Daohong had become the idol of many young disciples of the Ancient Phoenix Clan. But if he were placed here, he would only get lost in the crowd.
White Cloud Bistro is one of the largest and most successful restaurants on Bright Soar Planet. This business was part of the Great World King Holy Lands of the Northern World, and the restaurant itself was a spirit artifact. It has been placed here for a very long period of time and the furniture is in a very luxurious. The food was extremely delicious, and they were all incredible spirit foods and spirit wine that benefited the cultivation of martial artists. Of course, all of this was not cheap, but even so, the young elites gathered at Bright Soar Planet were able to afford the expensive price.
At this moment, on the restaurant floor, seven or eight martial artists were talking loudly.
"Haha, we're not bragging at all here. On Whiteheart Planet's Bright White Luster World, the seven of us were surrounded by more than a dozen of those sacred mongrels. But, not only did they not kill us, but they were instead destroyed by our Seven Star Formation! We killed the nine holy basterans and the remaining five were left running with their tails between their legs! In this war I have already gained 3000 merit points! ”
In the middle of the hall, a martial artist with a thick beard and filled with pride boasted.
However, the people around him were all laughing. One of them mercilessly mocked him, saying, "I have to say Tiny Hammer, Tiny Hammer, You keep blowing your so-called heroic exploits to ridiculous levels so often that even we find it hard to stand. We might as well talk about the great bloodshed that will occur in the Chaotic Blood Continent soon. ”
“That's right, the fight in Chaotic Blood Continent will happen tomorrow, but it's a pity that we don't have enough achievement points to see. I heard that Hang Chi and Dragon Fang are fighting this time! ”
"Huh, that Imperial Prince Naqi is too arrogant, he doesn't even think that he needs to fight against the geniuses of the human race. As for the Good Fortune Saint Son, even though he had agreed to fight Lin Ming 100 years from now, it was only because his situation was special at that time that he had no choice but to agree. Normally, the Good Fortune Saint Son would only think of it as a barking dog and would not bother to respond to it at all.
As Naqi's topic was raised, the boisterous discussion in the restaurant immediately dimmed. The 20 heroic young elites who were drinking or eating suddenly had a strange complexion on their faces. Many were angry, but there were also many who seemed to feel fear.
"Naqi?"
Lin Ming's thoughts stirred. He vaguely remembered this name and also had an impression of Naqi, as he had absorbed the memories of the dead Holy King.
This Naqi was the first place champion of the Heavenly Sea First Martial Meeting of this saint race. In terms of talent, he was not much inferior to the Good Fortune Saint Son. The only reason he was weaker was because of their age difference.
From the memories of the World King of the dead saint, Lin Ming could see that he had a very high opinion of this Imperial Prince Naqi.
"I understand, so he is the first champion of the First Martial Meeting of the saint race. He truly had the qualifications to be arrogant. "Lin Ming's eyes were dim. He swung the wine in his glass, saying, "They really think I'm just a barking dog. In the eyes of the saint race, man is but a sheep to be slaughtered .. ”
As Lin Ming thought this, his eyes gleamed with a cold light.
“This Imperial Prince Naqi is arrogant, but he does have the ability to be arrogant. I wonder if there is a chance that he will fight with Lin Ming or Frost Dream! "
It was unknown who said that, but the young human elites here immediately fell silent.
If men are compared to saints, then they are utterly failures. Even though they were all champions in the First Martial Meeting, everyone always felt that the human champion was weaker than the holy champion.
Of course, it was impossible for them to say out loud that humans were weaker than saints, so everyone remained silent.
“We have to see the result of Hang Chi and Dragon Fang's fight. But, Hang Chi's opponent was not Naqi, as Naqi was unwilling to bother accepting his challenge .. ”
“Hang Chi is really weaker than Naqi. In the First Martial Meeting of the heavenly Realm, he only ranked third. Compared to Lin Ming and Frost Dream, the difference between them was huge. I don't know what Lin Ming is currently doing. I heard that he was covered in seclusion in Mount Potala, but at this moment, how could shutting down in cultivation help him grow faster than fighting on the actual battlefield! ”
Some martial artists said harshly. It was true that Lin Ming had been in seclusion for a long time. The great calamity had already begun over half a year ago, but Lin Ming still had not left Mount Potala.
"Even if Lin Ming or Frost Dream challenged Naqi, he still might not agree. That person always acts as if he is above others, as if no genius in humanity has the capital to challenge him. If I had to say it harshly, he looked at all of them. Even then, if they challenged him, it would be fine if they could fight for the draw. But if they lose … "
The martial artist spoke calmly. Everyone's skin is ugly.
Frost Dream and Lin Ming were the future hopes of the human race. This was especially true for Lin Ming, who had to settle his grudge with the Good Fortune Saint Son in a hundred years. If he lost to Naqi here, then it would be so pitiful that it was not funny at all.
"If Lin Ming had not come to the Bright Lustre Great World, it might have been a wise decision on his part. His background was shallow and he needed time to gather and improve. He was also much younger than Naqi. ”
"That's right, Lin Ming was younger so becoming weaker now was no problem at all. ”
Some people found psychological comfort in this and turned the topic into Lin Ming's age. In Lin Ming's age group, the only one comparable to him was Xiao Moxian.
As Lin Ming listened to these people speak, he let out a long distressed sigh Was he really pitiful to such an extent? Do others really need to use their age as an excuse to feel better about themselves?
“Naqi this, I should pay a little attention to it. Since he feels that challenging the geniuses of humanity shames his title as the Imperial Prince, then I should see how valuable he is! ”
The goal he had decided for himself was to surpass the Good Fortune Saint Son in 100 years.
In a few hundred years, he had to reach the level of Empyrean power.
A thousand years from now, when the war between humans and saints had completely erupted, Lin Ming had to reach half a step of the True God power level.
This is power, not cultivation.
As for what limit of strength Lin Ming would reach at that moment, it was difficult to foresee.
Wanting to enter the Empyrean realm in a thousand years was not easy. After all, even the current youngest Empyrean, Emperor Shakya, had spent 10,000-20,000 years to be able to break through Empyrean bottlenecks.
6 billion years ago in the Empyrean Divine Seal era, there was likely many young elites who had become Empyreans at such a young age, but they also might require several thousand years.
The time limit of a thousand years was too difficult.
The path of an Empyrean was too difficult. Even for those extremely talented characters, there was still a possibility that they would be stuck at this step.
As for whether a Great King World realm martial artist could compare to a half-step True Divinity, it was not something Lin Ming could guess at all.
In short, the future is filled with unexpected mysteries. Every lucky chance he needed to meet was also unknown. Without reaching that step, it was impossible for Lin Ming to guess what level his strength would reach.
But for his current goal, what he needed was to overcome the Holy Child of Good Fortune in 100 years.
He needed to use the immense pressure and the short golden age brought about by the great calamity to overcome his limitations and create a miracle for himself!
Lin Ming stepped forward, passing through hundreds to a thousand miles in an instant. Right now, by relying on his comprehension to the Concept of Space, he could already use the empty transfer to move through the heavenly Realm. Of course, this was still much slower than spirit ships.
He took out Primordius Heavenly Palace from his spatial ring and changed its shape. Then, riding on Primordius Heavenly Palace, he flew towards the Bright Lustre Great World at high speed.
Two hours later, at some point within the vast and endless Bright Lustre Great World, there were fluctuations of space as ripples appeared. A gray palace shot out from these ripples, quickly flying forward!
Primordius Heavenly Palace was many times faster than an ordinary spirit ship. Even so, the heavenly Realm was too big. Wanting to traverse the great world in one day was rather difficult.
And as Lin Ming flew, the great battle over the Chaotic Blood Continent had begun!
Chaotic Blood Continent was not a planet, but rather a huge continent that floated in the starry sky above the Bright Lustre Great World. This continent is very strange. Normally, in the Great World of the heavenly Realm, only the mainland was capable of defying physics and maintaining the shape of a floating continent. As for the other floating continents, if they were too big, they would collapse under their own gravitational force and form a sphere, becoming planets.
Rumor has it that the Chaotic Blood Continent was not formed naturally, but was created by the hands of a man in ancient times. This mysterious figure was supposedly an extreme Empyrean or even a True Divinity powerhouse, but whatever it was, it was, they had used their boundless magical abilities to form this floating continent and then maintained their fixed shape with the grand array formation. As for the reason for creating this continent, it was unknown.
On this continent, all influences were mixed into one and there were endless wars throughout the year. Because of this, the smell of blood and the sound of chaos filled the air at all times, and the Chaotic Blood Continent had gained its fame like this.
At this moment, within the central area of the Chaotic Blood Continent, there was a mountain hundreds of thousands of feet high. This mountain had been sliced near the middle, and the top had been completely flattened, forming a huge platform.
Gathering on this gigantic platform were many human powerhouses as well as saint race powerhouses.
Among these powers there were also many Great World Kings and half-step Empyreans.
Under the conditions of the agreement, these people could not take action against the Bright Lustre Great World. The only reason they appeared here was because a huge battle was about to erupt and attract the attention of all eyes.
The two warring parties were the 10 extreme geniuses of the First Martial Meeting of humans and the saint race respectively.
There will be two battles in total.
The first match was a martial artist who placed sixth from the First Martial Meeting of the holy race versus a martial artist who placed sixth from the First Martial Meeting of mortals.
This is Witchplume fighting Dragon Fang.
The second match was the fifth placed martial artist of the saint race against the third placed human martial artist.
This Blacksalt against Hang Chi.
Witchplume and Blacksalt were Naqi's fellow junior disciples. The three of them often appeared together.
With mankind and the saints having fought to this point, although the saints have triumphed above so far, mankind has also won many battles. With both sides having their own wins and losses, no one refused to accept as the loser.
This was especially true for the hot-blooded young elites who were full of vigor and courage.
The battle between the two sides became increasingly intense and the slaughter grew increasingly wild. Thus, it was inevitable that there would be a battle between the peak geniuses of the saints and humans!
By determining who was stronger among these peak geniuses, it would equally prove which race was stronger and which race was weaker!
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