The Final Battle

Chapter 13 The Final Battle

"Huh? That mythical beast is dead?"

Outside the arena, the Zijing Army soldiers watching the battle quickly discovered that the strange young man had already perished.

"Were they killed in an attack?"

Because of the poisonous fog, no one saw Jag kill the strange young man.

"It wasn't an attack; he was killed by that purple-robed youth," a high-ranking god in the Purple Thorn Army transmitted telepathically.

Those poisonous mists posed a great threat to mid-level gods, but had little effect on high-level gods. Moreover, the high-level gods in the Purple Thorn Army were not ordinary high-level gods, so the impact was even smaller.

Although the poisonous fog obscured visibility, the divine sense of a high-ranking god could cover nearly a thousand meters.

Although the arena was more than a thousand meters long, the battle between Jeger and the strange youth happened to fall within the range of divine sense of some of the high-ranking gods of the Purple Thorn Army, and they watched the entire thing.

"So it was him!"

"Hmm, he was holding back before. Now it seems that the difference in strength between him and the white-robed youth over there isn't that big."

"This is interesting. Actually, all three of them are qualified to join us, but unfortunately, we can only recruit one."

"Hmph, what's there to regret? Back then, many of our opponents were quite special. Hell is never short of strong people."

The soldiers of the Bauhinia Army chatted amongst themselves.

Meanwhile, many mid-level gods also discovered the strange young man's demise in the arena.

"Great! Although we don't know how he died, now there are only two left," a middle-aged man with a single horn exclaimed excitedly.

"Everyone, attack together and kill those two first!"

The numerous mid-level gods joined forces once again to launch an attack on Juggernaut and the white-robed youth.

"bring it on!"

Jag used the "Shadow Clone Technique," and dozens of identical figures rushed into the mid-level gods and began their hunt.

An ordinary mid-level god couldn't withstand a single blow from him.

"Um?"

At this moment, Jage noticed that dozens of white-clad teenagers had also appeared on the field.

"He also practices the Shadow Clone Technique!" Jage was somewhat surprised.

The mystery of clones is not exclusive to the Dark Law; the Light Law and the Wind Law also possess the mystery of clones. However, as a cultivator of the Dark Law, Jeger was able to recognize that the opponent was using the mystery of the Shadow Clone Technique.

Like Jugger, the boy in white rushed into the crowd.

The two of them, with remarkable tacit understanding, chose to kill the others first.

"what!"

Screams rang out one after another.

Juggernaut and the white-robed youth switched freely among dozens of clones, making it impossible for many mid-level gods to organize an effective attack.

After another hundred mid-level gods fell, someone finally couldn't hold on any longer.

"Ah, I give up, I give up!"

Some realized the gap in strength and decided to give up, flying off the field.

After the first one appeared, it seemed to trigger a chain reaction, with more and more people choosing to admit defeat.

One by one, figures passed through the large black net and left the venue.

Instead of stopping them, Jag and the white-robed youth continued to attack the mid-level gods who had not yet given up.

Ten minutes later, only Jag and the white-clad youth remained in the entire arena; the others had either left voluntarily or been killed.

"It's time to decide the winner!"

The Zijing Army soldiers outside the competition venue began to get excited.

Not only them, but many onlookers outside the city also noticed it.

The competition started simultaneously in 55 venues. By now, some have already determined the final winners, some are still in the midst of a chaotic battle, and some, like in Jag's place, have only two or three people left.

The area with only two or three players remaining attracted the most attention from the spectators.

"Young Master, I think that young man in white is also very strong. Are you confident?" Caius asked Jeg's avatar of the God of Light nervously.

"It's hard to say, we'll only know after we fight it," Jagger said.

He had just witnessed the white-clad youth's battle and wasn't sure if he could defeat him.

"Little brother, winning or losing isn't important, don't push yourself," Amy said.

She only hoped that Jag wouldn't perish.

"I understand, sister," Jag nodded.

Inside the venue.

Jage and the boy in white charged at each other at the same time.

Jag held a black short sword in one hand and a long whip in the other.

"Snap"

He brandished his long whip, and eight black tentacles coiled towards the white-clad youth.

"Shadows Everywhere!"

The white-clad youth wielded a black soft sword, and in the face of Jag's attack, he casually swung his sword.

With a crisp sword hum, eight black sword energies shot out and shattered all eight black tentacles.

"It wasn't that easy after all."

Jag had expected this.

At this moment, he was very close to the white-robed youth. He suddenly thrust out his short sword, the blade turning as black as ink, with a small vortex at the tip, as if it could devour all light.

"Shadow Sword!"

Jag wanted to finish the battle quickly and unleashed his strongest move.

The white-clad youth's expression hardened as he brandished his black soft sword.

The supple blade made a crisp sound, swaying back and forth like a long, black snake.

The sword swung, forming a black vortex. The space around him instantly turned pitch black, devoid of any light. The swirling patterns of the vortex resembled tiny black ribbons.

As Jag's Shadow Sword plunged into the vortex, the black ribbon-like patterns seemed to come alive, wrapping around the blade.

In that instant, Jag's Shadow Sword pierced through countless black ribbons, but in the next instant, even more black ribbons appeared.

The Shadow Sword was caught in the vortex, and Jag felt a sense of loss of control.

"Is this the profound mystery of devouring and the profound mystery of evil?"

Jag was startled; he discerned two profound mysteries in his opponent's move.

The Shadow Sword was blocked by the black vortex, but the white-robed youth's black soft sword, like a venomous snake, stabbed towards Jag's face.

Jag snorted coldly, turned to the side to dodge the sword, and simultaneously flew backward.

The white-clad youth pursued relentlessly, drawing his sword once more, and the eerie black vortex reappeared.

Jag used Shadow Sword to defend.

"boom"

The short sword in Jag's hand was knocked away, and the white-clad youth's soft sword pierced Jag's chest.

"bite"

The soft sword did not pierce Jag's body, but the terrifying force still blasted a wound the size of a bowl into Jag's chest.

"A superior defensive artifact?" The white-robed youth frowned.

"Not bad." Jag activated his divine power to heal his injuries.

His short sword, long whip, and the defensive artifact he's currently wearing are all high-level artifacts, given to him by Amy.

An offensive high-level artifact is worth one million inkstones, and a defensive high-level artifact is worth several million inkstones. Although the Joyce family is poor, Amy, as the patriarch, can still afford to spend these inkstones.

"Hmph, so what? If my sword pierces your head, I can still kill you." The white-robed youth attacked again.

As Jag retreated, he pondered a solution.

In a direct confrontation, he was indeed at a disadvantage.

He had already discerned that the white-clad youth embodied the profound mysteries of "evil" and "devouring."

Although both involve fusing two profound mysteries, Jeger fused the "Dark Element" mystery and the "Devour" mystery. The Dark Element mystery is only a low-level mystery and cannot compare to the Evil mystery. Therefore, in actual combat, Jeger is at a disadvantage.

As Jag was pondering how to respond, a sudden realization dawned on him.

"Have you grasped the basics of spatial laws?"

(End of this chapter)