Chapter 1698 I'll Give You Three Moves
Chapter 1698: I’ll Give You Three Moves Chapter 1698: I’ll Give You Three Moves Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “Yes!” Braydon nodded slightly.
“Why don’t you let me go out alone for a few days?” Luke Yates mumbled.
“I’ll go fishing.
Maybe I can catch an eternal realm expert!” “The path platform after reaching the eternal realm!” Braydon Neal suddenly reminded him.
“What’s wrong with the platform?” Luke scratched his head.
“A second path platform heavenly mark has appeared on my path platform!” Braydon explained, looking at Luke. He described the changes in his body. A second path platform heavenly mark had appeared on the path platform. The first one was the Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art. What could he learn from this second heavenly mark? Could he create a forbidden technique that would shake the ancient world? A supreme forbidden technique like the funeral song? Or perhaps a terrifying cultivation technique like the Hundred Tribulations Heavenly Art?
The mystery of the path heavenly mark made Braydon ponder deeply. Now was not the time to go into seclusion to understand the heavenly mark, especially since he hadn’t yet met the other geniuses who had entered the trial world!
This seclusion lasted ten days. When a cultivator closed their eyes, a thousand years could pass in the human world. It was definitely not a lie! The stronger one’s cultivation, the easier it was to enter seclusion for thousands of years. At deeper levels of cultivation, one could lose track of time.
Braydon took out a black and white token. The rankings had changed drastically. Originally, the top 16 contestants were all in the eternal realm, but now, the top 100 were all eternal realm experts. Considering that there were 87,629,400 participants, it was clear that they were all at the threshold of the life and death realm. Was it unusual for 100 eternal realm beings to emerge? This ratio was close to 870,000:1. What was even more astonishing was that the most valuable Stellar Realm Competition of the human race was being held here.
These geniuses represented the 36,000 galaxies of the Northern Stellar Realm. They were all talented in their own right. However, this was the stage of the Northern Stellar Realm, not their rural home.
eternal realm experts might make it into the top 10,000, but who could guarantee that an eternal being would make it into the top hundred? No one dared to make such a guarantee.
In the past ten days, more and more dark horses had emerged. The eternal cultivators were no longer satisfied with just killing demon beasts to earn points. They shifted their focus to competing with other participants. Defeating an opponent would not only earn points but double them!
As a result, many eternal geniuses were forced to reveal their true cultivation levels over the past ten days. It was a desperate move—if they didn’t seize the points from other participants, someone else would benefit. Besides, killing demon beasts was extremely dangerous and tiring. It was more efficient to defeat other participants and collect their points.
Under these circumstances, Braydon’s points had slipped out of the top ten by the third day of his seclusion. In just five short days, he had fallen out of the top 100. Ten days later, Braydon was ranked 178th on the trial board. This ranking was far from impressive, especially since the focus was on the top 100, with most attention on the top 10. To be among the top ten would signify extraordinary power!
Braydon put his hands behind his back, stepped onto the snow, and finally let the little fool out. He warned Luke that he would leave in a month. If Luke didn’t return to Braydon’s side, he would stay in this trial world forever! Luke agreed readily and turned around, heading out to play. No one would care about him anymore!
Braydon watched him leave and shook his head helplessly, regretting letting this little fool go out alone. With his personality, he was likely to get into trouble!
Braydon passed by the peak of an ice mountain, where a white ape stood. It looked almost human, its eyes filled with a brutal killing intent. This was a true monster, an eternal existence.
“I remember ten days ago, I fought with Mayfly.
You were lucky enough to escape and survive.
How dare you come back?” Braydon said.
“Human, there is no enmity between us!” The white ape spoke in human language, its eyes filled with deep fear. It recognized Braydon as the super genius who had killed Mayfly ten days ago. After ten days, the white ape sensed that the human before it was even more terrifying. The faint aura around Braydon made the white ape’s fur stand on end. It had no desire to become enemies with him.
What the white ape didn’t know was that the two races had long harbored a deep-seated grudge. 30,000 years ago, the leader of the five lords had issued a demon-killing order. As soon as the demon-killing order was out, all the human disciples followed it. From then on, regardless of whether a demon was good or evil, they were to be killed on sight. Old or weak, good or evil—none were spared. So, when the two races met, it was not just about winning; it was a fight to the death.
And it was the same now!
Braydon stared at the white ape, standing with his hands behind his back, and smiled.
“Little monkey, I’ll give you three moves!” “Damn it!” Although the white ape had a fierce nature, it was furious and felt humiliated. However, it still didn’t dare to make a move. It had witnessed how Mayfly had died and knew its best option was to escape. The mighty white ape, in the 10th level of the eternal realm, turned and fled. Only those at the great fulfilment of the eternal realm could deal with such a creature.
Braydon shook his head. He spread his golden wings behind him and took off, soaring a thousand meters into the sky. The golden wings cut through the stable space, creating a black crack.
“I gave you a chance, but you didn’t appreciate it.
I really don’t know if you’re stupid or not!” Braydon said calmly.
“Listening to you is better than listening to me!” The white ape stopped and turned around with a gloomy expression. Braydon shook his head with a faint smile, and a battle sword appeared in his left hand. It was the Northern King Sword, which had been sealed for a long time. Today, it was time to drink the eternal blood!
The blade rose, filling the sky with primordial chaos Qi. The Primordial Chaos Sword, born from a green lotus, was as valuable as a banished immortal. Braydon had kept the sword with him day and night, nourishing it as if it were part of him. It was a life-bound weapon!
“Master!” The artifact spirit of the sword spoke in a tender voice.
“Focus!” Braydon replied.
The sword’s power descended.
“You think you can defeat me without using the Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art?” the white ape said coldly. He could tell that Braydon had broken through to the eternal realm. Even so, he still wasn’t a match for the white ape—unless Braydon used the Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art!
As Braydon laughed, he took a step forward. Nine figures appeared in the sky. The Son of Heaven’s Nine Strikes—the monarch art they had talked about.
“Monarch Secret Art?” Hardin Dolan’s pupils constricted. “It was created by that lord back then and has never been lost.
During the glorious period, all the disciples of the human race could cultivate it.
This is a supreme forbidden technique, comparable to the Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art.
How magnanimous of him to pass it down to the entire race!” Cree Mackey’s tone was filled with endless admiration. To be willing to use such a rare technique to educate all beings was no small feat.
One had to understand that the monarch art was terrifying. Even a super race would treat it as a treasured book of the supreme race, passing it on only to a select few geniuses.