300: Chapter 300 is all?!

In the center of the Gods Arena.

God of War Tyr gripped his greatsword, his nerves stretched to the breaking point.

Looking at the old man kneeling in the distance, trembling like chaff in the wind, he took a deep breath.

"Forget it!"

"I, this god, will just test him with one strike!"

"Take—this!!!"

God of War Tyr let out a thunderous roar and swung his greatsword violently!

For this strike, he mobilized ten percent of his divine power!

"Boom—!"

A brilliant, violent, crescent-shaped sword aura tore through the void, instantly crossing a distance of a thousand meters!

Carrying a terrifying might that could destroy everything, it headed straight for Ridiculous!

"Ah, no!!!!"

Watching the sword aura growing ever larger, Ridiculous let out a desperate scream.

"I am the leader of the Beautiful Country!!"

"I am the great leader of humanity!! Ah—!!!"

The screams stopped abruptly.

A muffled sound of "swish" echoed.

Ridiculous's fragile mortal body, the moment it touched this divine sword aura, didn't even have the qualification to resist for 0.01 seconds.

It was just like a sand sculpture made of sand being blown away by a gale.

With a "hum."

He was instantly vaporized!

Not even a bone, a drop of blood, or even a pinch of ash remained!

A breeze blew across the Gods Arena.

The place where Ridiculous had just been kneeling was empty.

Only a puddle of wet yellow liquid remained on the ground, proving that this "great leader" of humanity had once been there.

"..."

Watching the scene before him, God of War Tyr suddenly held his greatsword horizontally in front of his chest, assuming an absolute defensive stance!

"Open!!!"

He pushed his divine sense perception to the limit!

His gaze, like a falcon's, scanned the surroundings of the battlefield.

"Where is he?!"

"Did he turn invisible?!"

"Or did he use spatial jumping?! What a terrifying escape technique!"

"I, this god, actually cannot capture his aura at all!"

One second.

Ten seconds.

A minute passed.

God of War Tyr maintained his defensive stance, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat pouring down.

"Come out!!! You cunning human!"

"I, this god, will not be fooled!!!"

"Stop hiding—I, this god, see you!"

However, just as God of War Tyr was facing a formidable enemy, preparing to welcome a world-destroying counterattack...

Above the Gods Arena.

That cold, mechanical, emotionless system notification sound rang out without any warning.

[Ding! Target's vital signs have disappeared!]

[Player: DongWang—Ridiculous, has died!]

[The second 1v1 duel has ended!]

[Winner—God camp! God of War Tyr!]

When the name "God of War Tyr" finally echoed in the sky above the Gods Arena.

The entire Gods Arena.

Deathly silence!

The high and mighty gods' viewing platform was silent as the grave.

The Red Wolf Guild's preparation area was also quiet for a moment.

Even all the server players outside the sky screen were collectively petrified at this moment.

But only two seconds passed.

The entire world channel erupted with hysterical laughter and ruthless mockery that seemed to overturn the sky!

"Holy shit, hahahahaha!"

"I was still thinking, since the great leader Ridiculous was fighting, surely he must have some hidden strength!"

"Looks like he really did have some [stuff]! A puddle of steaming yellow stuff! Hahahaha!"

"Awesome! He used his life to prove that he is a pure piece-of-trash old man!"

"I'm dying of laughter, this old man just came up here to disgust the gods, right?"

"He took a basic attack and was instantly vaporized!"

"Where are the Beautiful Country players? Come out and walk a few steps?"

"Didn't you say just now that your leader had some hidden combat power?!"

The players from the Beautiful Country region were all covering their faces tightly at this moment, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Disgraceful!

Disgraced all the way to the God Realm!

And it was a public execution! Does the Beautiful Country not need face?!

...

Meanwhile.

In the center of the battlefield.

God of War Tyr maintained his shameful "absolute defensive" stance, frozen in place.

He slowly lowered his greatsword, his eyes wide as copper bells, staring foolishly at that puddle of liquid.

"Dead... dead?"

"Not even ash remained, he was directly vaporized?"

"Is that it???"

At this moment, God of War Tyr felt his head buzzing!

Where was the world-destroying grand formation?!

Where was the mutually destructive self-detonation?!

And where was that deadly poisonous gas?!

None, there was none!

This was just a thorough, scared-his-pants-wet, didn't-even-have-a-shred-of-resistance-ability...

Ordinary old man!!!

And he!

The supreme God of War of Asgard!

Facing such an old man, he was actually scared into jumping back a thousand meters!

He was actually scared into assuming an absolute defensive stance, playing a game of wits against the air for a full three minutes!

"Aaaaaahhhhh!!!!"

Having realized this, God of War Tyr's old face suddenly turned the color of pig liver, and he let out a roar of humiliation!

He violently raised his greatsword and slashed wildly at the air!

"Disgrace!!! A supreme disgrace!!!"

Meanwhile.

The gods on the viewing platform finally recovered from their daze.

They won.

In the second round, the God camp indeed won.

The score became a one-to-one tie.

However...

All the gods, looking at the crazed God of War Tyr on the field, their faces all turned ashen, as if they had eaten a dead fly!

No one cheered.

No one celebrated.

They couldn't even utter a single word of praise for God of War Tyr.

They only felt their stomachs churning, disgusted to the extreme!

They won, but it felt like they had eaten a big mouthful of hot shit!

Their high and mighty God camp!

Thor had been beaten until he couldn't take care of himself.

And God of War Tyr had only traded for a piece of trash that didn't even have any combat power?!

This was the most naked humiliation!

On the highest pure gold throne.

The King of Gods, Odin, his one-eyed old face had completely turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Tian Ji's horse racing..."

"Despicable worms, actually using a nag that isn't even fit to pull a cart to trade for one of God of War Tyr's combat slots!"

"Damn humans, I want to see what you will use to fight in the final round!!"

In stark contrast to the God camp.

The human camp's spectator stands were filled with an atmosphere of joy.

"Pfft... hahahahaha!!!!"

"This round really cracked me up!"

"Ridiculous has provided me with a whole year's worth of laughs!"

Jeers and laughter were endless.

Listening to the humans' laughter and expressions, which were extremely arrogant even though they had lost.

In the center of the battlefield.

God of War Tyr broke down!

He raised his greatsword and roared in incompetent rage at the human camp:

"Despicable humans, you actually forced a powerless old man to come and die!!!"

"Shameless! Vicious! You are even more despicable than Loki!"

On the viewing platform, Loki, who was just watching the show, was stunned: ???

"Wait, are you being polite?!"

God of War Tyr snorted coldly, his one eye full of resentment:

"I, this god, have heard that the Red Wolf Guild never abandons its teammates."

"Seeing it today, it is nothing more than this?!"

"Pah!!!"

"Humans, today your guild leader can force an old man to come and die, tomorrow he will force you to go and die!"

"Hypocritical!"

Hearing this instigation.

The three hundred thousand members of the Red Wolf Guild, instead of being angry, erupted into even more unbridled laughter!

"Ah! Yes, yes, yes! Right, right, right!"

"Everything you say is right!!!"

Lin Zihao spread his hands, stepped forward, and said softly:

"Then, Lord God of War, have you ever thought about why he only joined our guild yesterday?"

"Why is there suddenly a foreigner inserted among our three hundred thousand Dragon Country people?"

"Why, oh why?! Oh my, this is really hard to guess!"

"Hahahaha..."

Listening to this naked mockery.

God of War Tyr was furious!

He certainly understood the Red Wolf Guild's scheme; this was purely to disgust the gods!

It was purely looking down on him!

Even if he had died in the arena like Thor, he would have felt more comfortable than he did now!

Just as his eyes were red and he was about to go berserk.

"Hum—!"

A holy golden light flashed by.

Baldur, the God of Light, descended instantly.

Baldur raised his large hand and firmly pressed down on God of War Tyr's shoulder, which was trembling with anger.

"Do not be provoked by them and lose your composure!"

Baldur slightly raised his chin, his eyes full of arrogance as he looked down on all living beings.

"I will take the next round!"