Chapter 386: Shattering Records, the Spell God Ascends

Gazing at Xinghuo Ye, whose Iron Face was filled with terror, Brother Ming Hou gently pressed his fingertip downward.

The storm of deathly winds, infused with multiple Ming Hun traits, surged instantly, transforming into a furious vortex.

Fine cracks of spatial rupture tore along its edges, dimming the glow of the starlit arena above, even as the storm’s force reached upward.

At this moment, facing the approaching elemental torrent, Xinghuo Ye’s confidence was utterly crushed, replaced by boundless bitterness.

In their previous exchange, it had realized that its opponent was highly skilled in elemental manipulation.

But its weakness was glaring: it lacked a core element.

If the battle continued, it would inevitably be suppressed by the “Starfire Computation” element its opponent wielded.

That was why it had confidently declared victory in advance.

But now, as Brother Ming Hou revealed his true power, it understood that the fierce, back-and-forth spell duel before had never been an even contest.

It had merely been prey in its opponent’s eyes, watched as it struggled and fought.

And now, it had lost patience.

A sense of indescribable humiliation, mixed with helplessness, instantly drowned Xinghuo Ye’s consciousness.

Recalling its earlier boast to make its opponent reveal its name, it now found the words bitterly ironic.

In the end, all emotions condensed into a crushing sense of oppression.

Xinghuo Ye's azure soul flame flared violently in its eyes, then roared directly at Brother Ming Hou.

The roar carried shattered pride, fury, despair, resentment… all emotions intertwined.

Instantly, the runes on its pale Iron Face ignited one by one, and the arcane symbols circling its body exploded outward.

Its body blazed like a red-hot iron bar, unleashing its final strength.

In desperation, Xinghuo Ye burned itself.

Its surging spiritual power and starfire elements coalesced into pure, destructive energy, erupting wildly from its core.

It converged into a single, exquisitely condensed, hauntingly beautiful azure column, charging headlong into the sweeping torrent of rule-bound deathly winds.

This was its final gambit.

Even if it fell, it would Iron Face its enemy with the most brilliant blaze possible.

But at this moment, Brother Ming Hou paid no heed to Xinghuo Ye’s inner turmoil, nor did he seek to understand its struggle.

In the Monster World, every race had its story.

Weakness was the original sin.

Facing Xinghuo Ye’s final, self-consuming strike, the rule-bound deathly wind torrent surged and cascaded under Brother Ming Hou’s mental command.

Hss!

The instant the azure column struck the deathly wind torrent, it was like a red-hot iron rod thrust into an icy glacier.

The torrent of energy within the column failed to slow the deathly wind’s advance by even a fraction.

Under the crushing weight of multiple rule traits, it was rapidly disintegrated and erased, visible to the naked eye.

In the end, the blue column shattered into its most primal energy particles, scattering into nothingness.

Xinghuo Ye watched helplessly as its final outburst vanished like snow melting under intense heat.

Its resentment and shock dissolved into utter despair.

The next instant, the deathly wind torrent engulfed it.

Under the scouring force of multiple traits, Xinghuo Ye let out another roar as its body ignited in ink-black flames.

It could clearly perceive its body being swiftly dismantled by this composite rule force.

Its muscles were paralyzed by thunder, its blood frozen by ice mist, its bones scorched by ink flame, its soul essence eroded by dissolution traits.

At that moment, the deathly wind torrent contracted violently, fully enveloping its body.

The next instant, accompanied by a faint cracking sound, Xinghuo Ye’s form was shredded into countless tiny specks of light within the raging deathly winds—its soulfire, too, was utterly annihilated by the ink-flame trait.

Body, robe, consciousness—all vanished instantly, dissolving completely beneath the starlit arena.

When the deathly wind torrent slowly dissipated, only Brother Ming Hou remained suspended in midair atop the arena.

His silver hair whipped wildly in the residual winds, the stars reflected in his eyes gradually fading.

He gazed at the spot where Xinghuo Ye had vanished, his expression calm as ever, then slowly lifted his eyes toward the arena’s summit.

A token representing thirteen victories materialized.

At that moment, Brother Ming Hou’s lips curled into a faint smile.

The live stream erupted into chaos.

Popularity instantly shattered all historical records; comments flooded the screen like a tidal wave.

Countless players screamed and cheered before their screens, some trembling with excitement.

“Holy shit! A new record of 13 wins—Phase Killer’s 12-win record has been shattered! Who said ‘go try the arena’? Come out and get your Iron Face slapped! Speak up, you cowards!”

“Brothers, I actually cried. I really like the arena Cultivation Mode, but the forum always says that in the confined arena environment, melee is the only viable playstyle—magic users just get beaten senseless unless they have absolute dominance. Brother Brother Ming Hou gave us magic users a long-overdue victory! Congratulations on earning the title of ‘Current Version’s Solo King’—here’s a small tip (tip: 100 sacrificial power).”

“I can guarantee today’s headlines outside will be dominated by this 13-win record. Every move in the Monster World draws outside attention—this new arena record will surely top external news. That was epic—I felt so immersed (tip: 1 sacrificial power).”

“A historic moment—I’ve already screenshot it. Brother Ming Hou is unquestionably the magic user’s beacon of this version. All those idiots who doubted the battle techniques I taught you—speak up now! Is this 13-win record worthy enough? If you don’t believe it, go try it yourself.”

“I recorded the whole fight—we’ll make our warband’s mages watch it repeatedly. Learn well. I don’t expect you to be this strong, but at least show some ambition. Don’t think magic users only serve to dump Ming Hun traits—learn some elemental application, get some real battlefield results.”

…

This was destined to be engraved into the annals of player growth.

Brother Ming Hou, with absolute dominance, achieved a landmark record.

He also earned the players’ undisputed title of the strongest “Solo King.”

The forum can brag all it wants, but the official honor of “strongest solo fighter” belongs only to the arena record holder.

The forum is full of trolls who constantly say, “If you’re so good, go do it yourself.”

And the Ancient God Arena was the stage to prove it.

As long as you achieve results, you can silence every troll.

Before this, Phase Killer had ruled the Ancient God Arena record for one year and four months.

With absolute dominance, he was hailed by the arena community as the “Arena Champion.”

Before Brother Ming Hou’s challenge, everyone assumed he merely wanted to prove himself—but no one expected him to achieve a historic breakthrough.

At this moment.

The old throne collapsed; a new legend was crowned here.

Within the live stream, the most emotionally charged group was the massive population of magic users.

They had witnessed the entire battle; their inner shock was far stronger than that of players of other classes.

Brother Ming Hou’s fighting style shattered their entrenched mental barriers.

Before this, the universal consensus among magic users was:

Mages are the team’s damage-dealing artillery, the core that delivers ranged destruction from behind solid frontlines.

They are also the strongest damage representatives among all playstyles.

They knew their role clearly: they were the team’s external damage factories.

Survival? Leave it to tanks.

Control, buffs, healing—all support duties? Handled by supports.

As for frontline assault? That was the melee players’ domain—and an absolute taboo for magic users.

Sending magic users into melee was a tactical failure—only a braindead commander would do such a thing.

Maintaining distance for output was the universal survival logic in combat.

Thus, many magic users adopted the “glass cannon” path, believing they’d never engage in melee, so they dumped all stats into spiritual power.

If a magic user ever entered melee range, the battle was already lost.

Even if they died, they wouldn’t bear blame.

But Brother Ming Hou’s emergence, with his thirteen-victory ascension, showed them a completely different—and far broader—path.

They finally understood that magic users shouldn’t be confined to the single label of “damage dealer.”

With spiritual power projection, the boundaries of magic users’ roles were infinitely expanded.

They could be the hardest shield: with a thought, their vast spiritual power could summon thick earth elements from air and ground to rapidly construct an unbreakable crystal rock barrier—or draw water elements to form a circulating fluid membrane, absorbing and dispersing incoming impacts.

They could be the swiftest mobility: beyond running and rolling, if they mastered space elements like Brother Ming Hou, they could achieve short-range teleportation.

Or transform spiritual power into howling deathly winds to lift and propel their bodies through the air at high speed.

They could be the most agile controllers: telekinesis could become an invisible, massive hand, applying binding, immobilization, and other control effects to disrupt opponents’ movement efficiency.

Even more, Brother Ming Hou proved through practice that magic users could be deadly in melee.

Their adaptable elements offered both offense and defense.

This meant they could be the hardest shield, the swiftest mobility, the most agile control—and even a melee assassin.

Brother Ming Hou, through countless undisputed victories, declared to all magic users: the true role of magic users is not a single rear-line damage dealer, but an omnipotent position—controlling the battlefield, acting at will, capable of anything.

At this moment, the flame long suppressed by rigid thinking within countless magic users was ignited.

They saw, for the first time, the infinite potential of their own playstyle.

The ultimate form of magic users was laid bare before all players through Brother Ming Hou's practical combat.

If the Champion Fighter was the aspiration of melee players,

then at this moment, Brother Ming Hou was the future self of every magic user.

And this emotion even influenced many lone-wolf players.

Even this emotion affected many lone-wolf players.

They had once believed that close-range Star Vein was the optimal build for the Lone Wolf playstyle.

But here, at Ming Hou, they saw the potential of the spellcasting Star Vein.

The all-rounder class specialization was the most suitable choice for Lone Wolf players.

Many creative ideas, spurred by Ming Hou’s battle, quietly took root.

Yet at this moment, Ming Hou did not check the heated discussions in the livestream chat.

In his eyes, the journey to climb the competition ladder was far from over.

Reviewing early records, he learned that the Death Arena he now occupied was the weakest of the three arenas built by the Ancient God Clan.

The three arenas were ranked as follows:

The Death Arena: 1–15 wins.

The Glory Arena: 16–25 wins.

The Champion Arena: 26–30 wins.

The intensity of the three arenas increased exponentially.

The Ancient God Clan maintained multiple capture zones in the Monster World; many champion fighters loyal to them, even slave barbarians, were tasked with capturing fighters and maintaining order in the arenas.

All captured lifeforms were sent to the layered spaces of the Death Arena, starting from zero to climb the competition ladder.

Thus, the Death Arena was merely a beginner arena—not the final destination.

His player-body’s strength, though insufficient to achieve 30 wins and clear all three arenas,

could still attempt to clear the 15-win Death Arena.

Next, he prepared to challenge his 14th win.

Returning to the preparation room, Ming Hou collected his 13-win reward.

A prize worth 230,000 sacrificial power.