Chapter 32: The Ghostly Demon Tower—Heavenly Profound vs. Godslayer!
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As the system announced the result of the duel, some spectators erupted in cheers while others groaned in disappointment.
“What the hell happened to Little Blade? He won the first round so easily that I thought he had it in the bag. I never expected him to lose the next two in a row!”
“Didn’t you notice? After the first round, Slaying God, Night deliberately changed his equipment to counter Little Blade’s speed. Every time Little Blade hits him, he gets slowed. He was completely countered. It must have been the equipment’s effect!”
“Damn it! Looks like we can’t enter the tower again today!”
Only then did Lu Ming realize that the two combatants were Slaying God, Night and a player from the Profound Heaven team.
Having won the best-of-three duel, the level-twenty-five Azure-Armored Warrior Slaying God, Night did not hurry off the platform. Instead, he stood atop the virtual arena and raised his middle finger at the nearby Profound Heaven players in mockery.
“Not a single one of you can put up a fight. Is this all the strength Profound Heaven has?”
“If you ask me, you might as well leave Profound Heaven and join Slaying God!”
Though the Profound Heaven players below the platform were furious, they could do nothing to Slaying God, Night.
For decades, both sides had followed the law of the jungle—the victor was king—and it could never be broken lightly.
A win was a win, and a loss was a loss. One had to accept the result.
And this rule applied to far more than the Spectral Soul Demon Tower.
The rivalry between the two great families extended throughout the entire Abyssal World and across every major field.
For decades, they had used this relatively “peaceful” method to suppress one another.
Thus, after the duel ended, the Slaying God players swaggered into the Spectral Soul Demon Tower, while the Profound Heaven players could only stand outside and watch.
At that moment, Lu Ming noticed that unaffiliated players who belonged to neither Slaying God nor Profound Heaven were also free to enter the tower.
Confused, Lu Ming was just about to follow them inside when two Slaying God players blocked his way.
“Are you with Profound Heaven?”
Before Lu Ming could answer the questioning level-twenty-something knight, Slaying God, Martial, a man nearby suddenly pointed at him and shouted, “He’s with Profound Heaven! I saw him with their people earlier!”
Slaying God, Martial’s expression immediately turned cold. He addressed Lu Ming without the slightest courtesy.
“If you’re with Profound Heaven, then you have to follow the rules! Who said you could go in?”
Lu Ming calmly asked, “Then how do I get inside?”
Slaying God, Martial scanned Lu Ming with Detection. When he saw that Lu Ming was merely a level-twelve Formation Trickster, he immediately realized that this was probably a new recruit who had only just joined Profound Heaven—someone easy to deceive.
With that in mind, he deliberately provoked Lu Ming.
“You’re new here, aren’t you? It’s no problem if you don’t know the rules. I’ll explain them, and you’ll understand.”
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“The Spectral Soul Demon Tower is divided into eight planes: levels ten to fifteen, sixteen to twenty, twenty-one to twenty-five, twenty-six to thirty, thirty-one to thirty-five, thirty-six to forty, forty-one to forty-five, and forty-six to fifty.”
“For each plane, both sides send out one player within the corresponding level range to fight a best-of-three duel. The winning side earns the right to challenge that plane of the Spectral Soul Demon Tower for twenty-four hours, while the losing side is forbidden from entering the tower during that time.”
“If you want to enter the tower, you’ll have to defeat one of our level-ten-to-fifteen players. What do you say? Do you dare accept the challenge?”
Lu Ming had joined Profound Heaven merely to make his own movements more convenient.
But then he thought that this might be the perfect opportunity to show what he was capable of and increase his standing within the Profound Heaven team.
If he ever needed anything in the future, Profound Heaven would surely take him more seriously.
Thus, he answered without hesitation, “All right. I accept.”
“Good!”
The moment Slaying God, Martial saw that Lu Ming had agreed, he hurriedly turned around to arrange a fighter and activate the arena, afraid that Lu Ming might change his mind or that the other side might send someone else.
The virtual arena was a unique form of combat in the Abyssal World.
Players from either side could request a virtual arena and defeat their opponents within it. The match determined only victory and defeat, not life and death.
With a rumble, a massive fifty-by-fifty square arena materialized in the open space at the center of the crowd.
The Slaying God team quickly sent a level-fifteen Assassin onto the platform.
The surrounding Profound Heaven players, unaware of what was happening, were filled with surprise.
“Who opened the arena?”
“Did someone on our side accept the challenge?”
No sooner had the words left their mouths than Lu Ming slowly stepped onto the platform.
When they saw Lu Ming representing Profound Heaven, the spectators below erupted in even greater astonishment.
“What the hell! Who is this guy? Is he one of ours?”
“How did he accept the challenge without saying a word? And why would a Formation Trickster accept a duel?”
“Are you kidding me? Isn’t this going to cost us? We’ve already lost five of the eight planes today! We’ve won only two, and this is the last level-ten-to-fifteen plane. Are we really going to hand this one over too?”
“Exactly! The captain just said in the group chat that he was already on his way. With his strength, we should have been able to secure the first plane once he arrived. This kid has ruined everything!”
“There’s nothing we can do now. What’s done is done. We’ll just have to leave it to fate…”
Ding! Player “Slaying God, Blood” (level-fifteen Assassin) versus player “Netherworld” (level-twelve Formation Trickster). This round will use a best-of-three format. The match is about to begin!
As the system announcement rang out, the Slaying God players surrounding the arena saw their opponent and could not help laughing mockingly.
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“Seriously, is Profound Heaven out of players? Why did they send out a Formation Trickster?”
“And a level-twelve Formation Trickster at that! They actually dare to bring this bottom-tier support class into a duel? Damn, that takes guts. I’m impressed!”
“I’m dying. They’re practically giving us free points!”
Below the platform, Slaying God, Martial—the one who had tricked Lu Ming into entering the arena—was practically beaming with pride.
Just as he had expected, newcomers who had only recently joined the team were incredibly easy to deceive.
The duel had not even begun when Slaying God, Martial confidently called out to the players behind him.
“Brothers in the level-ten-to-fifteen range, get ready. We’ll be entering the tower soon!”
The Profound Heaven players did not even dare look at the arena.
They could easily imagine how brutally their level-twelve Formation Trickster, Netherworld, would be crushed by the opposing level-fifteen Assassin, Slaying God, Blood.
Under the eyes of the entire crowd, the countdown reached zero.
Ding! This round of the duel officially begins. Sixty-second countdown!
The instant the system announcement ended, the young Assassin in blue, Slaying God, Blood, did not rush to attack. Instead, he stood where he was, gazing leisurely at Lu Ming with disdain.
“I’m three levels above you, so I’ll let you make the first three moves. Otherwise, people might say I’m bullying someone weaker than me.”
“All right.”
Lu Ming gave a brief reply and decisively reached for his sword.
With a sharp hiss, the instant the blade left its sheath, a sword shadow swift as lightning shot through Slaying God, Blood, who stood fifty yards away.
Draw Sword—
-4,088!
Neither the spectators on the platform nor those below had time to react.
Then a system announcement rang out.
Ding! First round: Player “Netherworld” wins!
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