Infinite Professions-Chapter 116 - 40: Genius
Leaving the livestream room, the Battle.net Master of All Knowledge rushed directly to the "Wu Wudi" battle room.
The result, however, was...
"The defending player for this match is ID: 9527**** Wu Wudi, with a combat level of Tier Two Level One."
"The challenging player for this match is ID: 9988**** Feihong Sword Young Master, with a combat level of Tier Two Level Nine."
"There are 60 minutes until the battle begins."
"According to the room owner’s settings, the viewing fee for this match is 100,000 Imperial Coins."
"Do you want to enter and watch?"
The Battle.net Master of All Knowledge frowned, and several female streamers accompanying him were covering their mouths in surprise: "Ten thousand just to watch?"
"Seems like Wu Wudi is in need of some money!"
The Battle.net Master of All Knowledge’s expression flickered, but he decisively paid the fee and entered the spectator area.
Though it’s a virtual world, many places are designed to mimic reality for added realism, and the spectator area is no different, giving the feeling of being in a Beast Fighting Arena.
Of course, if you don’t like it, you can choose to block it out.
The Battle.net Master of All Knowledge took a glance around and found that quite a few people were already seated, among them some familiar faces who were his peers and strong competitors.
"So many people?"
"It seems Wu Wudi’s popularity has already made an impact."
"Being able to instantly defeat the Cyan Dragon Little Overlord in one move and subduing the Red Flame Fairy in three, his popularity is bound to be high."
"Though the ticket price of ten thousand is a bit steep, it’s fitting for his current stature, not to mention that this time he’s facing Tier Two Rank Nine and Tier Three Rank Seventy-Five’s Feihong Sword Young Master and Wine Immortal."
"These four are all well-known figures in the Tier Two and Three ranks on Battle.net, and coupled with the current popular effect, this event’s audience won’t be less than ten thousand, possibly reaching eight thousand."
"Thousands of viewers, each paying ten thousand, ten making a million, a hundred making ten million... my goodness, can Wu Wudi earn nearly a billion from just one battle?"
"Not that much, Divine Martial Battle Net takes a portion, and the Empire also demands tax, leaving about four or five hundred million in the end."
"Still a lot, and I’ve heard he’s set a challenge fee; with Feihong Sword Young Master being in the same tier, it’s a hundred million, but against the Tier Three Wine Immortal, it’s directly soaring to a billion."
"Don’t forget, this is just the real-time viewership; post-battle views and shares will increase, and with the second match against Wine Immortal, crossing tiers, earning ten billion is totally possible."
"Isn’t the money too easy to earn?"
"If you have the skills, of course, it’s easy to earn!"
Though everyone took out ten thousand to watch, little tycoons in attendance, after running the numbers, many on the spectator stands were still exclaiming in awe.
As the crowd chattered, a light shadow flashed by, revealing a person in the center.
It was a man in black, appearing young and unremarkable, with obvious battle net modeling traces, clearly masking his true face.
The crowd understood this.
"This is Wu Wudi?"
"Hmph, big mouth, small courage!"
"To cover up and dare claim to be invincible?"
"If it wasn’t for cheating, could you have beaten our Cyan Dragon Brother?"
"Fanatic fan, tone it down..."
The crowd murmured, with mixed reactions.
But this couldn’t affect the situation; the man in black stood unmoved like a mountain, and after a moment, his opponent entered the arena.
The opponent wore white, his black hair a striking contrast, holding a treasured sword with an air of grace, exuding the aura of a peerless swordsman.
It was indeed...
"That showy guy again!"
"Feihong Brother still looks so handsome."
"With such looks and strength, no wonder he’s my darling hubby, wah wah wah!"
"Feihong Sword Young Master, ranked ninth in the Tier Two list on Divine Martial Battle Net, reportedly an exceptional talent from a major Sword Dao family in Sword Realm, mastering the Feihong Sword Technique to perfection, in just a year reaching Tier Two’s top ten with a win rate of ninety-eight percent!"
"Though flamboyant, this Feihong Sword Technique is genuinely strong, and he’s challenged quite a few Tier Three Martial Artists, handling them with clean and efficient strikes without one-shot kills."
"I’ve heard he’s just started high school, achieved gang qi and entered Tier Two, and got a guaranteed admission from Celestial Essence Sword Mansion, aspiring to become a legendary Sword God."
"That’s not right, isn’t Celestial Essence Sword Mansion a Cultivation Academy, and this Divine Martial Battle Net is a Martial Dao platform, what’s a Sword Cultivator doing here?"
"Who told you cultivators can’t join Divine Martial Battle Net, or that a Martial Dao Sword God is weaker than a Cultivation Sword Immortal?"
"This..."
As they watched Feihong Sword Young Master approach with his sword, the crowd buzzed with private discussions.
But this too couldn’t disrupt the battle.
Feihong Sword Young Master held his sword, cast a cold glance at his opponent: "Your gang qi has just formed, eight levels lower than me, so I’ll give you eight moves. If within eight moves you can force me to draw my sword, then this match counts as my loss."
A smug look, cold words, full of arrogance.
Yet the opponent was unfazed: "One sword chance, if you survive, this match counts as your win!"
"Hmm!?"
Feihong Sword Young Master’s eyes narrowed, showing a cold stare at his opponent without words.
"This..."
"Such a show-off!"
"I thought Feihong was the king of showboats, but didn’t expect someone even more so, whose subordinate is this?"
"As a Sword Cultivator, Feihong Sword Young Master is known for his sharp attacks. Setting an agreement for eight moves, with only defense and no attack—losing upon drawing the sword—shows his confidence."
"However, Wu Wudi is even more arrogant, claiming he will defeat him in a single stroke!"
"Where does he get such confidence? The Feihong Sword Young Master is no ordinary opponent."
The audience was astonished, while some commentators seized the moment to make notes.
In the battlefield, Feihong Sword Young Master finally regained his composure, glaring coldly at his opponent before speaking loudly: "It seems you have some hidden technique that can analyze your opponent’s martial arts and even find gaps and flaws. Fine, I will give you this chance!"
As he spoke, his treasured sword clanged out of its sheath, bursting forth with a cold light spanning three zhang.
The moment the sword was drawn, his body moved as well, at one moment like a startled swan, the next like a wandering dragon.
The Jinghong soared to the heavens, while the wandering dragon plunged into the boundless sea. From above, a sword descended, splitting into hundreds and thousands of sword shadows in an instant. Each sword was sharp, unstoppable, and aimed directly at the figure below.
Jinghong Swordsmanship—Rainy Cold Sand!
It seemed like a rain of swords, but it was just an illusion; the killing technique was hidden within, a deceptive art in itself.
The moves had a mysterious intricacy, appearing to be graceful swans and subtle dragons, aiming to break through the opponent’s prepared tactics with skillful sword formulas.
Yet, unexpectedly...
"Bang!!!"
Shen Hex stomped heavily, rising like a coiled dragon, pouncing like a fierce tiger, and with a fingertip like a sword, as if piercing the heavens, he met the sharp clash with his flesh and blood body.
"Clang!!!"
The audience’s eyes narrowed as they heard a clashing sound, then the sword rain dispersed, leaving only two figures, fingertip and sword opposing each other.
Two fingers against one sword!
The standoff lasted only for a moment before the clanging sound exploded crisply.
The sword opposing the fingertip shattered inch by inch, and the sword-bearer trembled, turning into light and shadow that fragmented and disappeared, deciding the battle.
"Battle finished!"
"Player ’Wu Wudi’ wins!"
The cold prompt of the system sounded, as Shen Hex turned and left, leaving the audience in stunned silence.
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"..."
"..."
After a moment of deathly silence, someone finally snapped out of it.
"What the hell?"
"What happened?"
"It’s over just like that?"
"My hundred thousand coins!"
"Does it have to be this fast?"
People woke up as if from a dream, immediately wailing aloud.
"I want to file a complaint!"
"It’s either a rigged match or cheating!"
"What exactly happened just now? Can any expert explain how Feihong Sword Young Master was defeated so quickly?"
"Are we sure it was a Level 1 challenging a Level 9, and not the other way around?"
As everyone talked at once, they turned to Battle.net Master of All Knowledge and other famous commentators for answers.
Master of All Knowledge was equally grave: "His Xingyi Fist Skill is not Dragon-Slaying Tiger-Subduing nor Peak of Perfection, but is rather extraordinary, already at the threshold of Xingyi Divine Martial!"
"Indeed!"
Another commentator continued: "Feihong Sword Young Master, as a Sword Cultivator, has perfected the Jinghong Swordsmanship but hasn’t reached the realm of the Jinghong Sword Technique, falling shorter by an entire level in martial arts prowess."
"Earlier, Feihong Sword Young Master used Rainy Cold Sand first, hiding the killing technique Jinghong Ultimate Sword behind the veil of sword light. Yet, it was instantly seen through, and with Dragon Tiger Technique, Gang condensed into Yuan, his finger-sword struck, pinpointing the Jinghong Ultimate Sword."
"Within that finger-strike was the Gang Qi refined to near True Yuan level, bearing the Dragon Tiger Yin Yang Technique, Power of Yin and Yang, the Gang Yuan condensed by Feihong Sword Young Master was instantly penetrated, even his fleshly body was destroyed."
"To condense Gang Qi to near True Yuan using a Tier Two body to exert Tier Four power is achievable only by Xingyi Divine Martial. It’s extremely damaging to the body, but in Divine Martial Battle Net, such damage doesn’t matter, so he can keep competing like this."
"This Wu Wudi, either a Martial Arts Grandmaster whose cultivation fell, or a rare martial genius, otherwise it wouldn’t make sense to have Tier Two cultivation but Tier Five realm."
"No wonder he is so confident, Feihong Sword Young Master is indeed no match for him!"
The commentators’ analysis left everyone dumbfounded.
"A true genius?"
Battle.net Master of All Knowledge murmured, as his expression changed unpredictably.
Feihong Sword Young Master, as someone in the top ten of the Divine Martial Battle Net’s Tier Two ranking, indeed deserves the title of genius, since Divine Martial Battle Net is so vast. Even being in the top hundred is compared to sieving gold from gigantic sands among billion Tier Two martial artists.
However, such geniuses are merely ordinary, while there exists a supreme kind that’s not found online.
After all, this is a world of professionals where everything affects a career’s progression. Those top geniuses and core disciples of major forces and noble families won’t engage online.
With their family backgrounds, they do not require online matches; they have enough resources for real combat practice and can even enter various secret realms, gaining more valuable experiences than Divine Martial Battle Net without hindering career progression.
Such people are the true prodigies, ones with a chance to reach the pinnacle.
Compared to them, Feihong Sword Young Master is merely average.
But now, this Wu Wudi, who exudes a "poverty" aura, seems to have such potential to contend with those true paragons.
So, can he be attracted or even tightly held onto?
