131: Chapter 131 The Three Marshals of Sanzi Town

Ye Guanqi stood quietly atop the bluestone, a chessboard formed of condensed mist slowly rotating in his palm.

Black and white crisscrossed, containing all the myriad phenomena of the battlefield.

On the First Layer, Contestants were still slaughtering each other in blood; on the Second Layer, the battle for positions grew increasingly brutal; on the Third Floor, the flames of the throne battle soared to the skies as countless prodigies fought in unison.

Yet to him, all of this was nothing more than pieces constantly moving on a chessboard.

Below, thousands of Contestants fought bloody battles, suffering continuous casualties, struggling to survive under the shackles of multiple rules; every step was taken with immense difficulty, and every breath was hard-won.

The Contestants were exhausted, trapped by the chess game, trapped by the rules, and trapped by the close-quarters slaughter.

Ye Guanqi's gaze was calm as he looked down at all this, whispering to himself in a clear, distant voice, carrying the detachment and profundity of a chess player overlooking all living beings.

"Obsessed with victory or defeat, trapped within the game, fighting for a sliver of luck with flesh and blood."

"The world struggles to break the game, not knowing that the grand trend is already set; all struggles are but futile surges."

"The chessboard is defined by me; the restlessness of generals and marshals can be suppressed with a single thought."

Ye Guanqi put away the white jade chess piece in his palm.

"The endgame."

"It is time to collect it."

As his voice fell, his figure slowly dissipated.

Most Contestants had already evacuated from Throne No. 1 on the Third Floor, leaving it empty and solemn.

Golden patterns covered the world, and the pressure was heavy.

Only three Dragon-Pattern Marshals remained guarding the throne; they stood silently protecting the golden throne, like three war gods that would never fall.

The space rippled gently, and an ink-colored figure stepped out slowly.

There were no celestial phenomena, no terrifying pressure, and certainly no astonishing energy fluctuations.

Ye Guanqi just walked up to the throne, step by step, as if he were merely taking a stroll in the mountains.

However, the moment he appeared, the three Dragon-Pattern Marshals raised their heads simultaneously, their scarlet eyes suddenly locking onto their target.

In an instant!

Three terrifying, monstrous, violent auras erupted with a boom! Murderous intent soared to the heavens!

A long spear pierced the air!

A long saber split the earth!

An arrow's cry shook the heavens!

The three marshals had actually erupted simultaneously, three golden streams of light attacking from three directions at once.

The entire airspace of Throne No. 1 trembled violently, with golden killing intent raging across it; the mere aftermath made the watching Contestants in the distance feel their scalps tingle and fear rise in their hearts.

Everyone instinctively held their breath, their gazes locked tightly onto the center of the airspace.

The heroes in the midst of a fierce battle at Throne No. 2, as well as several top prodigies, all turned their heads to look.

Such a terrifying encirclement and kill would be enough to instantly crush any team.

Everyone thought that a top-tier battle sweeping across the Third Floor was about to erupt completely!

But in the next second, the scene that entered everyone's eyes overturned their entire perception!

Facing the all-out encirclement and kill of the three marshals, Ye Guanqi did not even lift his head; he stood in the center of the void, his posture upright, his clothes unruffled, his expression indifferent and composed from beginning to end, without the slightest ripple.

His gaze remained on the mist chessboard in his palm as he gently pinched three black pieces with his index finger and slowly dropped them.

Clack.

The first piece.

Hum—!!

The world shook, and above the firmament, a hundred-zhang black chess piece appeared out of thin air.

Like a divine mountain from beyond the heavens, it crashed down!

The Long Spear Marshal's body sank violently, his knees deeply embedded into the throne floor!

Clack.

The second piece.

The second black piece descended slowly.

The Long Saber Marshal shook violently, his giant saber crashing into the ground, and his entire body was firmly suppressed.

Clack.

The third piece.

The third black piece fell slowly.

The longbow that the Longbow Marshal had just drawn was forcibly pressed back into a closed position, and he was completely frozen in place.

The three Dragon-Pattern Marshals, who had just been violent and overwhelming, raging across the world, suddenly stiffened!

The power surging through their bodies instantly stagnated, their ready-to-fire killing attacks came to an abrupt halt, and their limbs, bones, and battle intent were all completely locked by the invisible force of the chess path!

They maintained their ferocious charging and slashing postures, but it was as if they had been sealed into an endless temporal cage, unable to move a single step or exert a single ounce of force!

Not a single movement was possible!

Three sky-covering black pieces.

Three Dragon-Pattern Marshals.

One piece suppresses one marshal.

The entire Third Floor fell into instant silence!

The wind ceased, the smoke stilled, all slaughter, roars, and shouts were extinguished, and one could hear a pin drop in the world.

Under the gaze of everyone, Ye Guanqi stood in the void, looking down at the three top-tier marshals who had been suppressed with a casual wave of his hand, parted his lips, and calmly uttered a sentence.

"The chessboard is set, the generals and marshals have returned to their places; those who act rashly shall be suppressed."

From beginning to end, he had merely twisted a chess piece in the clouds, and with the placement of three pieces, he had single-handedly suppressed the three Dragon-Pattern Marshals that had forced all the prodigies and thousands of Contestants to run for their lives and suffer countless casualties!

Everyone was lost in a daze.

After a brief silence, the entire Third Floor completely exploded!

Countless Contestants' pupils contracted, their minds went blank, and monstrous waves rose in their hearts, shocked beyond measure!

"Three marshals..."

"Were suppressed?"

"What kind of joke is this!"

"We had to risk our lives, dozens of us, just to barely hold them off!"

"He alone... ended it?"

"Is this the foundation of the No. 1 Super Safe Zone?! Is this the true strength of the second place on the leaderboard?!"

Endless sounds of exclamation and trembling rose one after another, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

At this moment, the same extreme thought rose in everyone's hearts—

The second place was already strong to such a heaven-defying extent that it transcended cognition and crushed the entire situation!

Just how terrifyingly powerful was Wen Xiaoyou, who sat firmly in first place on the leaderboard by a landslide and had been unfathomable from start to finish?

Everyone's gaze instinctively and uniformly converged, falling upon the quietest figure in the entire arena.

In the crowd, Wen Xiaoyou stood quietly, her brows gentle, her temperament soft, always calmly observing the strife, neither fighting nor grabbing, low-key and reserved.

Her entourage was already boiling with excitement, their eyes filled with fanaticism; unable to suppress the excitement in their hearts, they immediately crowded forward, speaking with faces full of anticipation.

"Boss! Big Brother Ye Guanqi has already taken action to suppress the field, sealing his godhood in one battle!"

"Now all the prodigies in the arena have revealed their strength, and you are the only one left!"

"Do you want to go up and show them a thing or two, letting everyone witness the true strength of the top peak!"

Not just the entourage, but all the Contestants and various prodigies in the arena were burning with anticipation.

Everyone wanted to witness with their own eyes what kind of terrifying power the peerless expert at the top of the leaderboard possessed.

All eyes were on her, everyone was waiting.

Facing the scorching gazes of the entire arena, a hint of awkwardness appeared on Wen Xiaoyou's exquisite face; she gently raised her hand to wave it, smiling softly:

"Wait a moment, wait a moment."

With just a few simple, gentle words, Wen Xiaoyou merely waved her hand to avoid it, but this instead made the anticipation in everyone's hearts grow even more intense, and countless thoughts surged wildly in their minds.

The Contestants secretly speculated, their eyes becoming even more fanatical:

"She is so calmly declining; could it be that she doesn't even look down upon the Dragon-Pattern Marshals on the Third Floor?"

"Even with Ye Guanqi suppressing the three marshals, she remains indifferent; could it be that in her eyes, the slaughter on the Third Floor is too low-end and not worthy of her revealing her true methods?"

"Being first on the leaderboard by a landslide, with a chasm-like gap in points from second place, her vision is naturally different from ours. Ordinary marshals probably can't even catch her eye."

"Perhaps she has been enduring and gathering strength, intending to go directly to the Fourth Level to fight the Imperial Guard Emperor in front of everyone, revealing all her strength in one go and shocking the entire Chaotic Battlefield!"

The various prodigies nearby also nodded secretly, becoming even more convinced that Wen Xiaoyou was unfathomable.

No one knew that she was actually frantically complaining in her heart:

"What kind of joke is this!"

"You want me to go against that kind of monster?"

"I'm just a bit ditzy, but I'm not stupid."