195: The New Moon in the Colosseum (Part 2)

The blood-colored cage shattered with a roar, and Nita's bone wings, wrapped in new moon energy, directly blew away Lilith's spider-silk veil.

A crisp sound of a crystal glass shattering came from the preparation room, and a certain vampire Elder's scepter struck the ground heavily as he said:

"This Move is clearly...? How could she? Is this vampire girl on the registry?"

"Tsukuyomi: Blood Crow Cherry Blossoms."

Even Nita herself was surprised to have uttered such a poetic name for a Move.

The dark red energy erupting from her fingertips now transformed into falling cherry blossoms, each petal precisely slicing through the ribbons of Lilith's dress.

As the noblewoman screamed and covered her exposed chest, Nita's bone spur was already pressed against her throat—!

The position was exactly the same as where Lu Chen had tapped her with his scabbard three days ago.

The referee's red card and Lu Chen's applause sounded simultaneously.

When Nita retracted her bone wings, she found that the blood suppressor had long since turned into silver dust and drifted away.

Barefoot, she stepped over the high heels Lilith had dropped, hearing the gasps rising one after another from the preparation room...!

Meanwhile, in the spectator stands, the witch beside Lu Chen was quietly slipping a note with her contact information into the gap of his sword case.

The protective shield of the floating arena reflected Nita's reddened earlobes. Staring at the perfume-scented note peeking out from the gap in Lu Chen's sword case, she dug her bone spur into her palm, leaving a crescent-shaped bloodstain.

The cheers erupting from the spectator stands suddenly distorted into a buzzing sound—!

On the electronic screen for the third round of Group C, the names "Lu Chen vs. Ares Anvil" were flashing in the scarlet red unique to Spartan runes.

"Demigod-descended cyborg, three-time consecutive Pan-Race Fighting Champion."

The commentator's holographic projection descended from the dome, and data streams converged at Nita's feet to form Ares's combat file.

In the image, the silver-gray giant was tearing a mecha Behemoth in two, and the Demonic Energy steam erupting from his prosthetic left arm scorched through the arena's three-meter-thick steel plating.

The mocking laughter in the preparation room boiled over once again.

A Minotaur mercenary tapped his electromagnetic greatsword and said:

"An Eastern embroidered pillow versus the Incarnation of the God of War? I bet that piece-of-junk sword won't last five seconds!"

The Elf magic archer, however, silently adjusted his scope.

The combat footage from the Constantinople underground palace three days ago was playing on a loop on his retinal projection screen.

As the arena shook and rose, Ares's hydraulic joints emitted a roar like an awakening Dragon.

He looked down at the tianwen sword at Lu Chen's waist, his synthesized voice crackling with electric arcs as he asked:

"Your weapon belongs in a museum."

"This sword has severed the heavens and tasted the blood of ghosts and gods."

Lu Chen flicked his finger against the scabbard, and the sound of a Dragon's roar drowned out the clamor of a hundred thousand spectators.

The moment the countdown hit zero, Ares's plasma warhammer came crashing down wrapped in thunderclouds, and the trajectory of the tianwen sword as it left its scabbard perfectly matched the tonal patterns of "The Road to Shu is Hard."

"Yi yu xi!" The instant Lu Chen spun to dodge the warhammer, his Sword Qi carved the phantom image of the Bashu plank road onto the titanium alloy floor.

Ares's swarm of tracking missiles had just left their launch bays when they were shredded into metallic dandelions by the Sword Intent of "monkeys and apes worry about climbing over."

An alchemist wearing a monocle in the spectator stands suddenly knocked over a reagent bottle—!

Is it that cool?

Those scattered missile fragments actually recombined into the silhouette of a Green Phoenix amidst the waterfall-like poetry.

"Third Move."

Lu Chen's sword tassel swept across Ares's deformed facial armor, "The earth collapses, the mountains crumble, and the brave warriors die."

The tianwen sword suddenly transformed into the phantom of a hundred-foot-tall giant peak, and the hydraulic pumps in the demigod-descendant's mechanical legs burst with azure sparks under the heavy pressure.

When the sword momentum of "then the ladder of heaven and stone plank roads connect" completed its convergence,

Ares's pride-and-joy vibranium knees actually developed spiderweb-like cracks!

The glass in the preparation room shattered in the deathly silence—!

Nita's red eyes reflected Lu Chen's figure as he walked along the poetry. His sleeves, embroidered with cloud and thunder patterns, brushed past Ares's smoking shoulder cannons, and his chanting clearly penetrated the protective shield!

"—The Sword Pavilion is steep and towering, one man guards the pass!"

The demigod-descendant's roar and the sword's hum erupted simultaneously.

Ares activated his final God-Slaying program, and the anti-matter engines on his back spewed flames like solar prominences.

Lu Chen, however, closed his eyes and held the tianwen sword vertically before his brow!

The starlight flowing along the sword's edge suddenly connected with the constellation projections above the Coliseum.

With a cold shout:

"—Ten thousand men cannot open it!"

As the final line of poetry fell, the phantom of the Big Dipper crashed into the sword's body.

Ares's God-Slaying cannon, capable of leveling mountains, was completely swallowed by the Great Wall of Sword Qi condensed from "The Road to Shu is Hard."

When the smoke cleared!

People saw Lu Chen's sword tip pressed against the demigod-descendant's power core, while Ares's pride-and-joy vibranium armor was covered in crisscrossing Sword Qi marks.

When the referee's mechanical arm popped out the red card, the vampire prince in the floating stands crushed his crystal glass.

On the betting screen, the odds for Lu Chen jumped wildly from 1:50, finally settling at a glaring 1:0.01.

Nita noticed that the witch who had previously slipped the note was tearing up her betting ticket, while her own blood suppressor had long since turned into silver dust and drifted away.

"Final round, Survival Challenge!"

The synthesized electronic voice tore through the solidified air, "Randomly selecting three past champions to surround and attack!"

From the three teleportation arrays rising at the edge of the arena, figures that made the entire audience tremble emerged:

An Asgardian Valkyrie wielding Thor's hammer, a descendant of Solomon manipulating a necromantic tornado, and an Egyptian High Priest covered in Scarab armor.

Lu Chen, however, sheathed the tianwen sword back into its case and instead took a bamboo flute from his sleeve.

That was the one Sun Feifei had given him.

After coming to Eternity, Lu Chen did not need to unleash his true strength, the Power of the Undead.

Just using the skills of the few women was already this powerful.

"Have you all ever heard the melodies from the mysterious land of the East? The true 'Guangling San'."

He said this to everyone, but the flute music had already drowned out the jeers of the hundred thousand spectators.

The instant the first note sounded, the lightning bolt the Valkyrie had struck down suddenly twisted into a melody like musical notes;

when the second note trembled, the necromantic tornado actually transformed into a chart of ice crystal snowflakes filling the sky.

As Lu Chen stepped through the swarm of Scarabs to the rhythm of "Three Variations of Plum Blossoms," the Egyptian High Priest suddenly discovered his sacred runes were deconstructing in reverse.

Nita's shadow power uncontrollably began to boil, and she saw Lu Chen's bamboo flute point out the phantom image of the mysterious Eastern cultural Luo Shu and He Tu.

The killing Moves of the three champions were instantly canceled out and annihilated within the Bagua formation.

"Guangling comes to an end."

The final four words accompanied the conclusion of the flute music, leaving only Lu Chen's solitary figure on the arena.

The cracked patterns spreading beneath his feet perfectly formed a Bagua formation.

The three-ton championship trophy prepared by the organizers:

—the Arcane Crown inlaid with the Philosopher's Stone was now flying of its own accord toward the tianwen sword!

The moment it touched the sword's edge, it disintegrated into the purest Demonic Energy particles.

"The prize is dirty."

Lu Chen let the energy flow into Nita's body, "It's yours, Nita. This place is boring now."

The protective shield of the Coliseum dome shattered in response, and the neon lights of Rome dimmed in the wake of the trajectory traced by Lu Chen's sword finger.

The true Milky Way poured down...

Nita's newly grown bone wings were bathed in unpolluted energy for the first time.