Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System-Chapter 910 - 404: The Fog Lifts, Ascension to the Throne!
Desolation, deathly silence, annihilation, life completely lost.
This is an absolute dead zone, where everything can only wither; blood-red shadows envelope the entire world.
In the blood-red sky, two strange celestial bodies appear, one burning intensely with countless distorted rays of light surrounding it, the other in a crescent shape, exuding a gentle sensation.
Undoubtedly, these are the sun and moon of this eerie world, yet both rise simultaneously, hanging high in the sky.
"Everyone, be cautious, observe your surroundings. According to the elders, this world harbors unimaginable dangers and terrifying, bizarre existences!"
"Although only one can ultimately sit on the throne, as Dean Situ said, until the final moment arrives, we must work together!"
Lin An quickly regained his composure, cautiously surveying the environment. Around him emerged a radiant force, like fireflies, these beautiful creatures carrying a dangerous yet enchanting aura, encircling all those present.
Other Human Race prodigies also quickly regained their composure. They knew they had entered the true blood-red battlefield.
They internally agreed with Lin An’s words; not everyone possessed such a broader perspective or selflessness.
In knowing that the Human Race would inevitably be targeted, uniting was the best choice.
Especially in this world, at a glance, it’s extremely dangerous, even more so.
"Su Tu! I don’t intend to lead, but regarding the intelligence of this world...."
Lin An suddenly recalled that young man, powerful to almost being in a different league than everyone else. Strong individuals have the instinct to lead, and to avoid misunderstandings, he decided to speak.
However, before he could finish his words, he realized there were no traces of Su Tu among the crowd.
"Where is he?! Damn, lost again!"
Simu Jiuchen couldn’t help but speak.
Beside him, Zhao Lanshan frowned slightly, "According to intelligence, the rules for each True King Competition change, but the fundamental logic remains unchanged."
"For example, during teleportation, members of the same race will be transmitted together, but now Su Tu is not here, does that mean...."
Zhao Lanshan’s eyes narrowed, revealing a hint of danger.
Su Tu belongs to the Human Race; his strength earned him the respect and admiration of the Martial Race representatives. But if Su Tu isn’t human, and instead is a "Evil Beast" lurking among them.
"Impossible, don’t overthink it. He’s someone who’s been to the Ancestor Hall; our ancestors rotate duties there. If there was any trick, their cultivation would’ve detected it."
"Su Tu’s immense strength surely came from some encounter, and perhaps his encounter is related to this world, thus causing an error in teleportation."
Lin An calmly analyzed.
Zhao Lanshan rolled his eyes, feeling Lin An’s reasoning made some sense. They viewed their ancestors as gods and trusted them more than anything in this world.
"Alright then, let’s not dwell on it. With his strength, unless there’s a major mishap, no one can harm him. Let’s explore this world first and see its situation."
Zhao Lanshan spoke.
Then, a group of Human Race prodigies looked towards this blood-red world and strode forward.
As if entering the greedy jaws of a bloodthirsty beast....
At the same time.
In a world of intersecting light and shadow, black and white crisscrossed, Su Tu walked amid them.
He also wondered why he’d been separated from the other members of the Human Race. Regarding this world’s intelligence, he’d learned some from the director; logically, he should’ve been teleported together with them.
Could it be....
A thought crossed Su Tu’s mind...
The same race was meant to be transmitted together, yet he wasn’t teleported to the same place as them.
Could it be... Old Mu and others aren’t truly Human Race!!
Having the Primordial Body, Su Tu possessed the physique of the first generation of Human Race, akin to those hand-crafted by the great ancestor. In terms of physique, calling him the ancestor of the Human Race wouldn’t be exaggerating.
Put simply, one drop of Su Tu’s blood is more authoritative than the so-called nobles today, so if there’s any issue, it won’t be Su Tu’s problem but someone else’s.
But now isn’t the time to discuss this; this space carries an inexplicable eeriness, making Su Tu feel a distinct sense of danger.
Surrounding black and white stripes crisscross and intertwine, vaguely exuding an aura of Dao, further inciting caution in Su Tu’s eyes.
Rather than a space, this seems more like a vast passageway, with countless mysterious forces enveloping the entire space, stretching endlessly forward with no return in sight.
Su Tu can only keep moving forward, yet he’s curious about what lies at the end of this space.
"Speaking of which, this competition is quite lively. First, the ten days placed great emphasis on it, then the Ultimate Civilization joined the fray, now even the Void Spirits have mingled in."
Su Tu thought to himself.
At the moment of teleportation, Su Tu noticed his Centurion’s Waist Token flashing, indicating the presence of Void Spirits nearby.
At the same time, he spotted the four shadows in the dark.
Those four gave Su Tu a dangerous feeling, extremely dangerous, like an unfathomable abyss swallowing the world.
The Void Spirits covet this world and wouldn’t act in vain, so Su Tu is even more certain of the massive problem in this competition.
Perhaps even a world-altering event!
Those four Void Spirits concealed themselves well, if not for the Centurion Token, Su Tu wouldn’t have discovered them.
