129: Chapter 129 The Arrival of Heroes

Time flowed slowly.

The golden light on the platform surged again. Ten Golden Imperial Guards respawned with full health, spears raised in unison, battle intent cold and sharp, formations strict, as they rushed into the battlefield once more.

But the next second.

Lin Yan didn't even lift an eyelid.

Casually, simply, he swung his blade horizontally.

BOOM!!!

A monstrous torrent of attributes exploded outward.

The ten Golden Imperial Guards, who had just respawned and were at peak condition, instantly stiffened, their golden armor shattering and their cores annihilated, split into two in a heartbeat!

The golden light condensed again.

Respawn! Another slash! Another instant kill! Third time! Fourth time! Fifth time!

Across the entire Throne No. 4 platform, a scene unfolded that no one would ever forget in their lives.

Instant respawn, instant kill. Respawn again, instant kill again.

The infinitely respawning Golden Imperial Guards could no longer take even a single step to attack.

Their respawning served only to meet an instantaneous annihilation.

The entire place was deadly silent, without a sound. Everyone had their mouths agape, completely speechless, their souls trembling.

Meanwhile, Lin Yan's Physical-Magic Dual Cultivation stacks had already reached 10,000 layers, increasing spell attack power by 500,000 points.

[Magic to Physical Conversion passive activated, converting to physical attack power, 575,000 points]

...

Just as Lin Yan was crazily stacking layers.

Third Floor, Throne No. 2.

Swish—

A golden spear Rend the sky, piercing through a hundred zhang, carrying sharp killing intent as it slammed fiercely into the crowd.

"Quick, dodge!"

A shield warrior roared and raised their shield to meet it.

Bang!!

The massive shield exploded, the person sprayed blood wildly, and their body flew backward dozens of meters.

Before they could even stand up, a cold system notification appeared in everyone's minds once again.

[Hit Calamity triggered.]

[Random abnormality: Imprisonment.]

Golden chains instantly wrapped around their entire body, and the shield warrior's expression changed drastically.

"Not good!"

The next moment, the Dragon-Pattern Marshal, who had recalled the spear, stepped through the air, the spear like a dragon.

Puchi!

The spear tip pierced through the chest, blood splattering.

...

On the other side.

The Longbow Marshal stood high in the sky, the longbow vibrating continuously, as streams of golden arrow rain tore through the heavens and earth.

Every arrow precisely locked onto a Contestant.

Some lacked sufficient evasion abilities, and the golden arrows instantly pierced through their shoulders.

Immediately after.

[Random abnormality: Blindness.]

Darkness shrouded their eyes.

[Random abnormality: Slow.]

[Random abnormality: Confusion.]

...

Various negative status effects emerged one after another, yet all purification and crowd-control removal skills were ineffective.

As time went on, people kept making mistakes. The entire Third Floor had completely turned into a giant meat grinder. Screams were incessant, and blood splattered everywhere.

Several more Contestants were forced to withdraw from the battlefield. Even with many geniuses from the top 100 of the leaderboard joining forces, they could only barely hold on, and everyone's expressions grew increasingly grim.

"We can't go on like this..."

"If we keep dragging this out, we'll all die!"

"The three Dragon-Pattern Marshals are too fast; they don't give us any chance to catch our breath!"

Just as everyone was nearing despair, a hearty laugh suddenly rang out from afar.

"Hahahaha—"

"Thank you all for figuring out the rules; I have come to lend you a hand."

The laughter died down.

Whoosh—

A cyan gale swept in, and rich poetic charm transformed into a long river, spanning the heavens and earth from afar.

Everyone looked up at the same time to see a figure in white arriving on the wind.

Wide sleeves flapping, long hair flying. With a green blade hanging at his waist and a folding fan in his hand, he looked as dashing as if he had stepped out of a painting.

Li Qingxiao stood at the edge of the throne, swept a glance over the devastated battlefield, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"You all have certainly had a hard time."

As he finished speaking, he slowly looked up at the three Marshals. He gently closed his folding fan and recited loudly,

[The time will come to ride the wind and cleave the waves, and set my cloud-white sail to cross the vast, deep sea.]

As the poem ended, endless cyan wind shot up into the sky, and a gale suddenly raged across the entire Third Floor.

Li Qingxiao stepped on the poetic wind, his figure instantly turning into an afterimage.

Fast! Too fast! His speed was several times faster than before!

The Longbow Marshal had just assumed the posture of drawing the bowstring, but Li Qingxiao had already appeared on the other side.

The green blade unsheathed.

Clang—!

A hundred-zhang sword light swept out, forcing the Longbow Marshal to turn and block. At the same time, Li Qingxiao had already vanished again.

"Haha!"

"Come again!"

The poetic wind swirled, and cyan afterimages constantly shuttled back and forth; for the first time, the three Marshals were simultaneously held in check.

The pressure on the crowd decreased sharply, and finally, someone was able to free their hands to catch their breath.

"Great!"

"His speed is too fast!"

"Even the Dragon-Pattern Marshal can't catch him!"

Li Qingxiao, however, remained relaxed.

Walking on the wind, reciting poetry, and swinging his sword. The entire battlefield seemed to have become his stage.

...

But just at this moment.

The Dragon-Pattern Marshal suddenly forced back several Contestants with a single thrust of his spear, ignored Li Qingxiao's interference, and stepped back to charge up power.

Swish—

The speed was faster than an afterimage; the crowd seemed to be in slow motion.

"It's over, the speed is too fast!"

"We can't dodge it!"

At this very moment.

Boom!!

The heavens and earth suddenly sank, and everyone's bodies shook simultaneously.

As if an invisible mountain had pressed down upon them, the Dragon-Pattern Marshal's movements also showed a clear stagnation for the first time.

Everyone turned their heads sharply to see a young man wearing a dark combat suit slowly stepping onto the Third Floor.

His expression was calm, his gaze steady. Gu Han didn't waste any words; he simply raised his right hand. He slowly clenched his five fingers.

"Ten Thousand Jun Heavy Pressure."

Boom!!

A terrifying gravity field exploded outward, and the entire Third Floor felt as if it had become several times heavier.

Not only did the speed of the fired arrows drop sharply, but the speed of sword swings also noticeably slowed. When the Dragon-Pattern Marshal charged, his footsteps also became incomparably heavy, and the pressure on all the teams decreased sharply.

"It's Gu Han! He's finally here!"

"Haha! We don't have to be chased around anymore!"

Everyone's spirits were greatly lifted.

But the next second, the Dragon-Pattern Marshal, having missed his attack, slammed his spear onto the ground, summoned a phantom steed, tapped his foot, and sat firmly atop it.

He then raised his spear high, and phantoms of an army of thousands seemed to appear behind him. Before the crowd could react, he pointed his spear, and all the phantoms, unaffected by the gravity, charged over at extreme speed.

The crowd was horrified; with such a large-scale AOE, they didn't know how many negative effects would be triggered.

"It's over!"

High in the sky, a deafening roar suddenly rang out again.

Rumble—

Blue exhaust flames tore through the sky, and a steel mecha several zhang tall came speeding over from the First Layer.

The thrusters spat out blazing flames, hovering steadily above the Third Floor. Inside Victor's mecha, a cold mechanical electronic voice slowly rang out.

"Target locked."

"Firepower coverage commencing."

Click! Click! Click!

Dozens of gun ports on the mecha's shoulders, arms, back, and waist simultaneously unfolded.

The next second.

Boom—!!

Lasers, missiles, electromagnetic cannons, ion beams. Countless technological firepowers poured down like a rainstorm.

The entire Third Floor instantly turned into a sea of steel and fire, and countless phantoms were shattered like bubbles.

The Longbow Marshal was blasted back repeatedly, and the Long-Blade Marshal had to swing his blade to block. Even the Dragon-Pattern Marshal was forced to stop his charge for the first time.

Everyone watched, their blood boiling.

"Haha!"

"Victor is here too!"

"The Third Floor has finally stabilized!"

The vast majority of the top ten geniuses had chosen Throne No. 2 on the Third Floor. They had keenly realized that although the rules were extremely difficult to deal with, as long as they weren't hit, they were meaningless.