Chapter 1156

The final day of the competition.

As expected, Jin Chen's prediction was correct: Feng Zi'an, unwilling to accept his defeat in the joint battle, suffered a crushing loss and went to cause a scene with the Monarch of Cloudy Azure; after some wrangling, the Monarch reluctantly agreed to let Feng Zi'an recruit ten people again for the final joint battle. They had no names, merely taking the code numbers of several who had died.

For fairness, early that morning they sent someone to inform the Heavenly Mystery Kingdom's team.

But the spectators didn't know; they only saw the North Wind Kingdom's team openly cheating. When the bell rang and the two teams stood opposed, they almost shouted from below that it was against the rules, demanding they get off the stage.

Feng Zi'an stood at the edge of the platform, watching, and the crowd of ruffians made his face turn ashen with anger.

The competition began.

The North Wind Kingdom's people seemed to hold a grudge, wanting to avenge their previous shame; they launched the first assault, charging forward to slash with knives, but they weren't completely without tactics.

Three assassins focused solely on surrounding Jin Chen, while the other seven drew attention from the edges, determined to kill Jin Chen on this platform.

But they clearly hadn't imagined how many tricks the Heavenly Mystery team possessed.

Feng Jia raised his huge blade, taller than half a person; in an instant he saw Wan Zhou's body tremble—fast as a lingering shadow, yet he unexpectedly split into three!

"This!" He doubted his eyes, but he saw three Wan Zhou running unusually on the platform, flanking from different angles; frightened, Feng Jia hastily dodged, but as he swung his blade at the one flying from the left, the next second he was kicked from behind by another Wan Zhou and slammed heavily to the ground.

Before he could get up, he was sat on the face with a butt.

Wan Zhou felt the struggle, shifted his buttocks, and lay back into an Arhat pose.

"Oh well, during a match you should rest more." He looked down at the nearly suffocated Feng Jia and said, "You agree, right, brother?"

"Ugh!!" Feng Jia suffered severe injury and couldn't breathe; he tilted his head and died.

Feng Wu, skilled in soft techniques, still faced Ting Yang, but Ting Yang, in the joint battle state, unleashed full firepower, showing no obvious weakness as yesterday; his newly donned soft armor perfectly suppressed soft‑technique attacks.

After several failed chopping attempts, Feng Wu finally sensed something off, turned and struck with a hand blade; the blow severed Ting Yang's arm, which Feng Wu caught, spraying blood across his face.

"What is this!"

Feng Wu jumped in fright; looking up, he saw Ting Yang's whole body shake, his wide clothing shifting as he stuck out a long tongue, becoming zombie‑like, his ten fingers jabbing toward him.

"Ahhh!"

Feng Wu, his footing disrupted, turned and ran; after just a few steps he tripped on the fine blade lines Jiang Yao had laid, and both his legs were cleanly cut off.

Ting Yang laughed, grabbed his leg, shoved it into his mouth, and kicked him off the platform.

Xie Bei Yao swung his iron hammer hard; Ling Xiu Yu stood nearby, using a jade‑fan hidden weapon to pressure Feng Yi, preventing him from launching an attack; hammer and hidden weapon worked in perfect sync, leaving Feng Yi with a bloody head wound.

Xie Bei Yao grabbed his bloody corpse and threw it downstage, landing right at Feng Zi'an's feet, splattering him with blood.

After the crowd fell silent, they burst into enthusiastic cheers.

Right from the start three men died; the North Wind Kingdom squad's morale sank, and the teammates soon discovered they had zero coordination—their only tactic was the three assassins surrounding Jin Chen, yet they were beaten so badly they couldn't tell direction, while the rest just fought individually; no matter how strong they were, they couldn't match the Heavenly Mystery team's close cooperation.

The North Wind squad also noticed the problem themselves, but having already taken the field there was no time to discuss tactics again; they could only rely on brief eye contact, which was of little effect.

Jiang Yao's transparent thin line strikes whoever it hits, bringing misfortune; Xie Yuancheng and Lan Wuyang assist Jin Chen from the side, ensuring that, with Jin Chen's strength displayed, no one other than the three corpse soldiers can disturb him.

Jin Chen's strength is unfathomable, yet in a short while it almost drew the gaze of over half the crowd below the stage.

He gripped a long sword, his aura fierce as a sudden storm, striking one blow after another; the corpse soldiers tried to find his opening, but Jin Chen moved with agility, his sword not only an offensive weapon but also an impregnable shield, leaving the corpse soldiers no opening to exploit.

After the three Wind Armor members fell in succession, Xie Yuancheng observed the battlefield, sensed the moment was near, signaled Jin Chen with a glance, and Jin Chen instantly understood, swinging his sword and shifting his form.

Already extremely swift, his speed became as fast as wind; the three corpse soldiers couldn't keep up, and the audience below felt dazzled.

All that was heard was a clear ringing of the sword, after which Jin Chen solemnly sheathed his blade.

The three corpse soldiers' heads hit the ground cleanly; their bodies had not yet reacted, taking a few steps forward before blood spurted, and they all collapsed together.

The audience beside the stage stared dumbfounded at the three rolling heads, shaking their heads in unison.

Brutal, too brutal!

With all the corpse soldiers slain, the Tianxuan squad swiftly shifted formation, encircling the four remaining North Wind Kingdom fighters on stage; they went all out, fighting desperately, and Wan Zhou nearly got seized—Ye Susu snatched this prop head and flung it at them, saving Wan Zhou.

Severed fingers and heads flew across the stage, creating a veritable horror spectacle; the air filled with shrieks, and the four remaining fighters shuddered in terror.

Lan Wuyang leapt onto the stage, standing at the rim and using a sonic attack to induce hypnosis; as the four North Wind Kingdom fighters' reactions slowed, the companions surged forward and utterly cut them down.

The North Wind Kingdom squad was annihilated, the bell rang, and the match ended.

"Oh my heavens, I'm exhausted.""

Ting Yang immediately flung himself onto the ground, unwilling to move.

Xie Yuancheng recalled his magical artifact, likewise panting, he leaned into Jin Chen's embrace and let out a long breath.

"We won, we won!" he exclaimed joyfully, tightly embracing Jin Chen's waist, "We've saved the people's lives!"

The companions all rushed forward, ten people hugging while cheering; suddenly a gust of wind swept by, the youths' robes fluttered, and the crowd below cheered for this victory.

The officer reporting the results shouted loudly of Tianxuan Kingdom's victory, having already sent a rider at full gallop to the frontier city to deliver the battle report.

Feng Zian heard the final result, flicked his sleeves with a cold snort; the attendants escorted him away, but Jin Chen would not let him leave so easily.

In front of everyone, Jin Chen drew his long sword again, moving with lightning speed; in a few leaps he blocked Feng Zian's path.

Feng Zian startled, and as he turned, another nine people came over to surround him in a circle, each face showing the same killing intent.

"How dare you! I have the entire North Wind Kingdom behind me!"

Feng Zian instinctively tried to intimidate with his status; Xie Yuancheng snorted, his aura pressing down unbidden.

"I too have the whole Tianxuan Kingdom behind me—who's afraid of whom?"

"They can't be killed—do I still have to fear you?"

As the words fell, the ten of them slashed their swords in unison.

The Yunchang Kingdom escorts were driven out of the encirclement; they hesitated a moment, then pretended to see nothing.

The Yunchang king wished he could also pretend not to have seen it, but under everyone's eyes he merely sent a few people to block the way, as if telling the onlookers, "It's not that we won't help; we simply can't beat them."

Finally, Feng Zian was stabbed three times in the chest by Xie Yuancheng, each blow fatal.

His head was chopped off by Jin Chen, taken away by the agents of the Divine Pavilion, and brought to the North Wind Kingdom.

Watching Feng Zian be completely beheaded, the great stone in Xie Yuancheng's heart finally truly settled.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -15, total 5!】