Chapter 462: Peak Battle (Seeking Monthly Votes)

After watching the battle, Shen Heng couldn't help but sigh:

"After watching this, I am increasingly convinced that even if I believed I could defeat Lin Qi, it would be exceptionally difficult."

"No, perhaps I would also lose."

"If Ivan Petrov's saber technique had not broken through to the late Fourth Stage."

"Lin Qi really has the possibility of winning the championship."

Until now, he still didn't favor Lin Qi, because it had always been like this.

……

In the high-level spectator area.

In the Tianzhu Nation spectator area, the Ice Venerable sighed after seeing the result:

"This is just a competition; I hope Nitin will not focus on winning or losing, but draw experience from it to become more powerful."

He looked at the Xia Guo area again, with a trace of envy in his eyes.

Also a populous country, yet the Xia Guo could continuously give birth to geniuses.

Almost every year's champion was from the Xia Guo.

And their Tianzhu Nation's highest achievement was only entering the semi-finals; the gap was not generally large.

……

At the same time, the Xia Guo's high-realm martial artists also had different reactions.

Xue Zhou, in a blue robe, stroked his chin and said:

"I didn't expect Lin Qi to win more easily than I imagined."

"Up to now, he seems to have not used a Minor Divine Ability!"

"If he keeps fighting like this, he might really have the possibility of winning the championship!"

The Shanhe King, whose temperament was as heavy as a mountain, also nodded:

"Lin Qi's talent and strength have already been displayed; I am very much looking forward to his battle with Ivan Petrov!"

"There might be unexpected effects."

Li Qifeng, in a golden robe, whose sharpness was strong and temperament domineering, also nodded:

"Lin Qi is not like others; he has a probability of winning."

The North River Sword King, whose eyes were as sharp as swords, shook his head at this time:

"You talk about insurance, but I am different; I think Lin Qi can win."

"He can create a new record."

The three people's discussion was something others couldn't interrupt; they all had the same curiosity: Could Lin Qi defeat Ivan Petrov?

……

In the Xia Guo spectator area.

Lin Qi was teleported back and smiled at the shocked crowd:

"Only the last match is left!"

Jiang Miaoyin nodded seriously: "Brother Lin Qi, you will definitely win the championship."

With the atmosphere built up to this point, no one said any discouraging words.

Chu Yu also spoke:

"Lin Lin Qi Ge, you will definitely take the championship."

The crowd's expressions became subtle, especially Wan Ming, Yu Zhuoran, and Pei Jiu, the students of the Sky Dome Academy.

Chu Yu used to call him by his name directly; no one expected him to change his address now.

Chu Yu looked at Lin Qi; he was now completely convinced.

The gap between him and Lin Qi was getting wider and wider.

He knew very well that with his talent, even if he were stronger than Nitin and Genos by his senior year, it would be limited.

But Lin Qi was different; he was already able to defeat Genos and Nitin.

In a few months, he had overtaken him; he had to be convinced.

So he called him "Lin Lin Qi Ge" with true feelings.

At the same time, he also hoped that Lin Qi could win the championship and not let it fall into the hands of other countries.

"Attention, contestants!"

Above the arena, the Shanhe King was projected again.

His voice attracted the attention of the discussing crowd.

The spectator area instantly quieted down.

The Shanhe King looked around and spoke slowly:

"After six days, our 35th Global Martial Arts Tournament is about to reach the final championship."

"Let us congratulate the two contestants who successfully made it to the end."

"Clap clap!!"

Amidst thunderous applause, he waved his hand, and two huge mountains were simulated.

Lin Qi and Ivan Petrov stood on the top of the mountain, and the Level 9 Disaster Beast White Gold Evil Tiger and the Nine-Headed Snake Emperor confronted each other.

"In the final championship match, Lin Qi from the Xia Guo and Ivan Petrov from the Mao Xiong Nation will decide the final champion."

"One is Lin Qi, who fought his way through and emerged as a dark horse."

"One is a candidate for the championship."

"Whoever can win the championship will be decided in this match."

"I invite the two contestants to the stage!"

The atmosphere in the spectator area also dropped to the extreme.

The Global Martial Arts Tournament, the largest martial arts event in the world, was held only once a year.

Competing against over twenty million martial artists, being able to win the championship meant that breaking through to the championship in the future was a sure thing.

Especially for the Xia Guo, several Ninth Realm martial artists had won the championship.

In the Mao Xiong Nation spectator area, the tall and robust Ivan Petrov slowly stood up.

He still revealed a confident smile and smiled at his genius friends around him:

"The final match!"

"Remember the next moment; our Mao Xiong Nation's first Global Martial Arts Tournament champion will be born."

"Ivan!!"

Everyone around shouted excitedly, waiting for Ivan to return as a king and take their first championship.

After saying this, he was enveloped by crimson light.

The pillar of light shot into the sky and descended onto the re-simulated arena together with another pillar of light.

"Whoosh whoosh!!"

"Boom!"

The crimson pillar of light descended, stirring up breezes; the pillar of light dissipated, and the two figures chose their combat equipment and walked out holding their weapons.

Lin Qi wore a black slim-fit combat suit and held a black great spear in one hand.

An invisible aura was released from his body.

And 20 meters away opposite him, another robust figure walked out.

Ivan Petrov had changed into a white combat suit this time; he was tall and robust, 1.95 meters tall. With a height similar to Lin Qi's, he had three silver flying knives at his waist.

One flying knife was too few, four were too many, and three were just right, enough to exert his ability as a 【Mentalist】.

In his hand, he swung a long and sharp silver battle saber.

His whole body also exuded a fierce aura, like a Level 9 Disaster Beast, the Nine-Headed Snake Emperor.

This was the evolution method he practiced; after breaking through to the Seventh Realm, his aura became increasingly thick, and invisible pressure had already enveloped Lin Qi.

This was the unique pressure of a high-realm expert.

Ivan looked at Lin Qi; he had a broad face and a high nose bridge, with distinct facial features, looking down at Lin Qi with a confident smile:

"Lin Qi, you are very powerful!"

"You are a true genius; we all think that in the next Global Martial Arts Tournament, you will be the undisputed champion."

Lin Qi's mouth curled up slightly:

"Next session?"

"No, I will take the championship in this session!"

Ivan Petrov was stunned for a moment:

!

"You are more confident than I imagined."

"But you cannot take this championship; it will only be our Mao Xiong Nation's."

"I will become the first genius from the Mao Xiong Nation to win the Global Freshman Tournament championship."

Speaking of this, his emotions became more intense, and strong mental power fluctuations were released from his body.

Lin Qi was shocked; this mental power was already far higher than his own.

The other party was a Seventh Realm martial artist, and his mental power had likely reached the Eighth Realm.

【Countdown: ……3, 2, 1】

【Finals officially begin!】

Above the arena, the intelligent female voice announced the start of the finals emotionlessly.

"Ivan!!"

"Lin Qi!!"

In the spectator area, the Xia Guo and Mao Xiong Nation audiences were also boiling over.

The barrage was also flying.

"The championship must be our Mao Xiong Nation's!"

"Shen Heng of the Xia Guo has already lost; Lin Qi is also destined to be Ivan's defeated opponent."

"Our Mao Xiong Nation will ultimately rise."

The Xia Guo audience was not to be outdone.

"It would be funny if he lost to Lin Qi."

"Lin Qi has participated in large-scale competitions. As long as he enters the finals, he has never lost."

"This time it will probably be the same."

……

While the spectator area was arguing endlessly, the battle on the arena began.

"Hum hum!!"

Before the person moved, the flying knives went first; Ivan Petrov made the first move.

His eyes condensed, and his strong mental power instantly erupted.

The three silver flying knives at his waist were controlled by invisible hands, flew up from his waist, and shot out one after another.

"Shoo shoo shoo!!"

The three flying knives were like silver lightning, leaving three light marks in the air.

The flying knives whistled toward Lin Qi, their speed so fast that it was almost impossible to react.

At the same time, Ivan himself also moved, wielding his battle saber, his figure rushing out like a ghost, saber light flickering, bringing up bursts of wind-breaking sounds.

"Boom!!"

In an instant, Lin Qi's body also erupted with golden light, and agile golden patterns appeared on his skin.

Golden sharpness flowed around his body, forming bursts of strong wind.

Lin Qi controlled all the sharpness with his mind, turning them into three golden sharp blades and slashing out.

"Bang bang!!"

After the golden sharp blades collided with the silver flying knives, they instantly exploded, turning into countless golden light spots, continuing to whistle toward Lin Qi.

"Energy cannot block my flying knives?"

Ivan, who was charging over, revealed a confident smile.

"It really doesn't work!"

Lin Qi secretly thought in his heart; although the arena limited the materials of the flying knives.

For example, the combat suits they wore were all Sixth Stage, and the weapons were all Sixth Stage strength.

It was impossible to give Ivan Seventh Stage materials; pure energy still couldn't compete with flying knives made of Sixth Stage Delta Alloy.

If it were in reality, using Seventh Stage flying knives, the power might be even stronger.

"Hum hum!"

Feeling strong danger, his eyes bloomed with golden light, instantly activating 【Golden Pupils】.

The speed of the silver flying knives slowed down in his eyes, and Lin Qi instantly envisioned their movement trajectories.

He seemed to see the silver ribbons fluttering at the tail of the flying knives; that was Ivan's mental power.

He exerted force instantly; since golden sharpness was useless against the flying knives, he would directly kill Ivan, the master.

"Hum hum!"

Golden sharpness and force were injected into the spear.

The spear came out like a dragon, the spear tip shaking, thrusting out a sky full of spear shadows.

"Clang clang block!!"

The top-tier spear tip accurately clicked on the flying knives, sparks splashing, bouncing them away, making a crisp collision sound.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, Ivan's attack also arrived, the sharp blade splitting the space, slashing down heavily toward Lin Qi's head.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, Lin Qi advanced instead of retreating, his body instantly turning into lightning, agile and swift, his body turning into afterimages and dodging Ivan's attack.

The saber light slashed onto the afterimage.

So fast!

Ivan sighed in his heart; in his powerful perception, Lin Qi's reaction speed was too fast.

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(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 463 =====