Chapter 270: King Versus King
In the heart of Myriad City's arena, all eyes were now on Little Marten, who had stepped forward to fight in Lin Langtian's place. His opponent, Zhao Yu, was the lead commander of the Zhao Dynasty—a powerful figure at the peak of the Five-Yuan Nirvana Stage, whose strength made him one of the top warriors on the Ancient Battlefield. Normally, a single commander of his level would be enough to overwhelm any non-Super Dynasty faction.
Yet Lin Langtian hadn't even joined the fight himself; he had sent out an unfamiliar but strikingly confident warrior to face Zhao Yu instead.
"Who is this person?" wondered Mu Hanyue from the Lone Moon Dynasty, her gaze sharp. "Can he really handle Zhao Yu?"
"Who knows? It's already shocking that their other fighters are holding their own against Zhao Zhan and Zhao Yuan," mused Mu Lin. "It seems the Flame Alliance has hidden depths. I don't know how Lin Langtian has managed to gather such a force of powerful allies."
The Flame Alliance was turning out to be far more formidable than anyone had anticipated.
Across the arena, the warriors of the Great Gan Dynasty also exchanged uneasy glances. "Can Lin Langtian really afford to send someone else out against Zhao Yu?" questioned Luo Yantian. "He must know how risky that is."
Qian Jin, leader of the Great Gan Dynasty, remained silent, watching Lin Langtian's calm expression. "Let's wait and see," he replied. "Both Lin Langtian and his Flame Alliance allies seem capable, but it's still surprising that such a powerful group has risen from a lower dynasty."
Meanwhile, Wind Cang from the Fengyun Dynasty observed with a darkened expression. He had not expected the Zhao Dynasty's three top commanders to struggle against the Flame Alliance without even forcing Lin Langtian into the fray.
"So, this is the great dark horse of the Hundred Dynasties War, Lin Langtian? All he does is send his people to their deaths. How disappointing," Zhao Yu sneered, his voice full of contempt.
Little Marten's figure appeared directly before Zhao Yu. His expression was icy, a violet-black energy gathering around his hands, crackling with a corrosive power that hissed in the air. "Talk all you want, but you may want to save your gloating for later," he replied coolly.
Zhao Yu's face twisted with a ferocious grin, a golden aura swirling around his hand as he formed a massive golden blade. Blood energy surged from his body, pouring into the blade and staining it with veins of crimson, giving it a ferocious and menacing aura.
"Hah! It doesn't matter who comes from the Flame Alliance—they'll all die here today!"
The blood-streaked golden blade slashed downwards, cutting a massive gash in the ground even before it hit its target. But as Zhao Yu's attack descended, Little Marten's eyes flashed, and he reached up, catching the blade barehanded. Zhao Yu's smirk vanished as he watched Little Marten grip the bloodstained blade and snap it into shards with a single squeeze.
"Is that all the 'mighty' Zhao Dynasty can muster?" Little Marten's eyes gleamed coldly as he effortlessly shattered Zhao Yu's attack. Before Zhao Yu could react, Little Marten struck him in the chest, unleashing a powerful wave of energy that sent Zhao Yu hurtling backward.
The crowd gasped, stunned by the ease with which Little Marten had handled the attack. The Flame Alliance, initially underestimated, was now proving to be a match for the mighty Zhao Dynasty.
"Perhaps this Flame Alliance is stronger than we gave it credit for," someone muttered as they watched Little Marten and the others battle the Zhao Dynasty's elites. It was now clear that the fight between the Flame Alliance and the Zhao Dynasty was much more balanced than anyone had expected.
"Could it be that the next fight will be between Lin Langtian and Zhao Wuji?" whispered someone in awe.
Across the arena, Zhao Yu's eyes were dark as he stared at Little Marten, finally realizing the danger this man posed. He scoffed, trying to regain his composure. "So, you're the real power here? It seems Lin Langtian is just for show."
Little Marten's lips curled into a mocking smile. "If you think my leader is weak, then I pity your lack of foresight."
Before Zhao Yu could reply, Little Marten raised his hand, forming a violet-black beam of energy that cut through the air. Zhao Yu quickly summoned a blood-red shield in defense, but as Little Marten's attack landed, it shattered the shield, sending shards of stone flying through the arena. As Zhao Yu staggered back, he heard Little Marten's voice close beside him.
"You and your dynasty have picked the wrong enemy. You've made the mistake of challenging Lin Langtian—a decision you'll regret," Little Marten said, his voice as cold as his eyes.
With each clash, the arena erupted with excitement, and the realization dawned on everyone that the Flame Alliance was indeed capable of rivaling one of the top-ranked dynasties. All eyes shifted to Lin Langtian and Zhao Wuji, sensing that the next battle would determine the victor.
"It's king versus king now…"
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