Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3434: Four More Rounds Of Fights


Chapter 3434: Four More Rounds Of Fights

Cattaleya cracked her neck and raised her fist again, smiling confidently as she waited for her next opponent. Her eyes were bright, her body completely uninjured, and her aura still sharp.

"Next." She grinned, rolling her shoulder as if she had not just fought the strongest opponent she had ever faced.

But the referee shook his head quickly, almost backing away from her intensity.

"Lady Cattaleya, the semifinals do not follow the continuous fight format. Each contestant fights once per round."

Cattaleya froze. "What? That is not fair. I am still warmed up. You cannot just leave me hanging like this."

A few people in the audience laughed nervously. The referee wiped away sweat.

"Rules are rules. Please exit the ring and wait in the designated area."

She grumbled in frustration but complied, leaping from the stage and landing near Lin Mu with a huff.

"They ruined my momentum," she muttered.

Lin Mu chuckled. "You will have more opponents soon enough."

Cattaleya nodded, but her eyes gleamed mischievously. "I am only waiting for your fight now. You better not disappoint me."

Lin Mu shook his head, amused. "We will see."

The semifinals had six matches in the first round, twelve contestants in total. Cattaleya had just completed the first match. Now five more were left, though only one truly interested her.

The next fight began shortly after.

The referee announced, "Second Match: Elder Redfist vs. Iron Storm Wanderer!"

The next two fighters stepped into the arena.

One was Elder Redfist, a senior member of the Martial Fist King Sect whose crimson fist techniques were well known. His opponent was an outsider known as the Iron Storm Wanderer, a man who carried swirling metallic essence around his limbs.

The referee called for the fight to begin.

Elder Redfist did not waste time. He stepped forward and threw a heavy punch that tore the air apart with a crimson arc of energy. The Iron Storm Wanderer responded by forming a spinning metallic barrier around himself, causing sparks to fly as the two forces collided.

But Elder Redfist was far stronger.

Within minutes, the metallic barrier cracked. A few more exchanges and the Wanderer was on his knees, coughing blood. The elder finished the fight with a decisive palm strike that sent his opponent rolling across the stage.

The entire match lasted barely five minutes, even faster than Cattaleya’s.

Daoist Chu nodded appreciatively. "That elder really is someone among the peak of their realm."

Cattaleya scoffed. "He is strong. But not fun."

The next fight was between two cultivators from remote worlds. One specialized in bone tempering technique like Daoist Black Leg, while the other possessed a stone body physique. Their battle, unlike the previous two, was not spectacular.

It was slow.

Painfully slow.

They pushed, collided, shoved, grappled, circled, and repeatedly attempted to exhaust one another. They rarely used techniques and relied mostly on brute endurance. Even Lin Mu looked mildly bored as the two gasped, limped, and eventually collapsed into heaving piles of sweat.

The stone body cultivator finally managed to push the bone tempering one out of the platform.

The crowd clapped politely, but they were clearly waiting for the more exciting matches.

Cattaleya yawned openly. "That was the opposite of exciting. Even a snail climbing up a wall is faster."

Meng Bai nodded. "I almost fell asleep."

Lin Mu smiled lightly. "Every competition has all types of fighters. Some are fast and fierce. Some are slow but resilient."

Cattaleya punched his shoulder lightly. "I prefer the fun ones."

"Fourth Match: Elder Broken Vigor vs. Blueback!" The referee announced.

When the next names were announced, the entire stadium grew louder.

People had heard murmurs. They had heard whispers. But seeing Blueback step onto the stage drew a wave of curiosity.

He looked like an ordinary man with dark skin and a well built frame. He wore no sect robes, no armor, and no ornamentation. Only a simple vest that left his back bare.

The same back with the mysterious tattoo.

Lin Mu leaned forward slightly.

"This will be interesting," he murmured.

Cattaleya nodded. "He has a strange feel to him. Curious."

Elder Broken Vigor of the Martial Fist King Sect stood opposite him. He was equal to a powerful Seventh Tribulation Stage immortal, with thousands of years of battle experience and a fierce reputation.

The referee called for the fight to begin.

The elder struck first. A heavy fist imbued with fiery energy shot toward Blueback. The impact threw Blueback several meters back. Blood sprayed from his lips as he crashed into the stage.

Many thought the fight would end right there.

But Blueback pushed himself up and charged again.

The elder struck him again.

And again.

Each strike left gouges, bruises, cracked bones, and bleeding wounds. Eleven times Blueback fell. Eleven times he stood back up.

Then it happened.

When his back was exposed for a brief moment, a large tattoo ignited with eerie blue light. The tattoo expanded, covering his entire back with swirling symbols. A strange energy surged outward and enveloped him.

SHUA

His wounds closed.

His bones realigned.

His skin became smooth once more.

He returned to perfect condition in less than a heartbeat.

Gasps erupted across the stadium.

"What technique is that?"

"He is regenerating too quickly!"

"It looks like some kind of curse or bloodline art."

Lin Mu watched intently. "That regeneration is not normal. It is too efficient. Too fast. It is repairing everything down to the meridians."

Cattaleya frowned. "It reminds me of totemic arts. But not the kind I know."

Meng Bai whispered, "Maybe it is a physique technique."

Lin Mu shook his head. "Possibly. But I still sense something else hidden."

The elder resumed his attacks, now more cautious. Blueback continued to fight, taking blow after blow, only to regenerate completely each time.

Three hours passed.

Then four.

By the fifth, the elder was visibly tired. His techniques were slowing. His breathing grew heavy. His immortal essence reserves were being drained rapidly.

Blueback, on the other hand, looked completely fresh.

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