Deities: Starting From Goblins-Chapter 811 - 481: Practicing the Way of the Throne

Chapter 811: Chapter 481: Practicing the Way of the Throne

Seeing his own rank, Logan bitterly smiled as he landed at the very end among the two hundred contestants. He understood why, considering that his realm was only at the Saint Seat Second Level, while the lowest realm among the contestants after advancing to the next round was the Saint Seat Fourth Level.

Over half of the ordinary contestants were at the Saint Seat Fifth Level, which was the most average level. As for the Saint Seat Second Level, probably no one had thought it was possible to advance to the rematch? Everyone thought that if Logan weren’t a Grandmaster Formation Master, he might have already been crippled.

Logan also pondered how he should fight in this rematch. To get a ticket to the semi-finals, he must win three fights in a row or face no challengers at all. He never entertained the idea that no one would dare to challenge him—after all, there were two hundred people. Why would they be afraid to fight him?

Unless you were already infamous, or the difference in realm was too great, these young Heavenly Prides of the Southern Desolation would likely have already had a bone to pick with each other.

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As for winning three consecutive fights, the difficulty could not be estimated at present, because if three of the weaker ones fought him, he could easily win the match. However, if the three of the strongest came, winning even one fight would be as difficult as ascending to heaven, and so Logan prayed for the weaker opponents to come.

Being only at the Saint Seat Second Level, many would likely want to fight him, but on the other hand, they were wary of offending a Grandmaster Formation Master. Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, they would not choose him, and those who would fight him would surely come from the Great Sects.

The cultivators from the Great Sects would definitely not have a poor realm, given the plethora of cultivation resources at their disposal. And even if they were lacking, they would probably not be sent to participate in the martial competition. After this round of consideration, Logan had already anticipated that his opponents would not be weak, perhaps even terrifyingly powerful.

However, if a Strong One appeared at the beginning, allowing him to showcase his strength and intimidate the others, maybe nobody else would dare to challenge him, and he might advance to the semi-finals after just one fight. The thought was pleasant indeed, but of course, everything depended on the actual situation.

Regarding the strongest ten, to Snow Wood’s surprise, she was among them. She exclaimed, “How is this possible? I’m merely at the Saint Seat Seventh Level, and among the two hundred here, there are more than thirty at the Saint Seat Eighth Level. There are even rumors of one or two at the Saint Seat Ninth Level with hidden strength.”

No matter how she looked at it, she seemed an unlikely candidate for the top ten. How did the City Lord judge this? It was clear that being one of the initially named top fighters was the most uncomfortable, as they would face the challenge of the remaining hundred and ninety contestants who all sought to take their place.

As for winning three fights in a row? Even if she had the strength, could she withstand the physical toll? Snow Wood forced a smile. She had thought that, given her background from the Snow Sky Sect, the City Lord would give her some consideration. Could this instead be an embarrassment?

“You don’t understand, the initial ten indeed have a hard time because once they lose, they are eliminated. But on the flip side, they also have the easiest path to the semi-finals,” explained Logan with a light smile as he approached Snow Wood. “Think about it. Since they don’t know each other’s strength, at the start, everyone will hide their capabilities. Nobody wishes to immediately replace you as one of the next ten strongest, so as the competition progresses, the fight for the advancement spots will only become fiercer.”

“That does make sense.” Consoled by Logan’s words, Snow Wood came to accept her position. Being selected as one of the top ten, she had to show her prestige. She didn’t want to lose face for the Snow Sky Sect. How embarrassing would it be if one of the three great sects of the Southern Desolation couldn’t advance to the finals?

Looking at the list of top fighters, Logan said, “I plan to challenge right from the start. My target is Cooper Nango, ranked first in combat power.”

“What?” Snow Wood was shocked upon hearing this. Logan’s audacity was terrifying. With only a realm at the Saint Seat Second Level, how could he dare say such a thing? Did he still think that, just like in the preliminary rounds, others would show him leniency because he was a Grandmaster Formation Master?

Cooper Nango was famous throughout the Southern Outer Domain, and at just over fifty years old, he had already reached the Saint Seat Eighth Level. Although he did not come from one of the three Great Sects but a smaller one instead, he had emerged as one of the few remarkable figures among the younger generation simply by utilizing the resources of a small sect.

Many had speculated that if a decade or two passed, Cooper Nango might become the youngest Half-step Saint Emperor, the strongest of the upcoming generation in the Southern Desolation. After all, the Heavenly Prides were numerous, but how many could, like Cooper Nango, cultivate to the Saint Seat Eighth Level in just a few decades?

Even from the Super First-Class Sects, only one in a million, with cultivation levels and innate talents, might do so in a century in the Southern Desolation; amongst them was the current City Lord of Heavenly Moon City. Thus, facing Logan’s choice, Snow Wood was at a loss for words on how to dissuade him.

The one ranked first in combat power estimation, could he be ordinary? Moreover, Cooper Nango was known for his decisive actions. Once, someone offended him, and even though the offender was from a Great Sect with a Half-step Saint Emperor, Cooper Nango boldly led a group of elders to demand an explanation.