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Chapter 220: Chapter 90

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The prize for first runner-up was also three items: a converter card with more cash, a silver medal, and a long black arrows.

“You gave us a difficult question!” the human-lion laughed at Lewre Spoolin who had entered the legendary realm. “You just broke through like that, in the order. The prize that we prepared earlier was not suitable, so we could only make a new one last minute.”

He chuckled and said, “Luckily, it was delayed for a few days. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have had enough time to make it!”

Lewre smiled and bowed deeply.

At such a close distance, he could clearly feel that the few “staff” on the stage possessed great power, and naturally guessed their identities. To him, a few Gods worked through the night to make him a treasure. The sincerity itself was the best gift, even more precious compared to the holy arrows that had effects of tracing and long distance, and were able to break through magic fields.

When he took the prizes, he waved to the audience and walked to the side of the stage. It was finally time for the champion.

“The very first martial arts contest champion is-” Lewre, the boy of celebration that transformed into emcee paused and glanced through the entire stadium, at every audience and staff member. He finally fell to the one who was waiting with his chin up and chest out and had “I am in a hurry” written in his face: Alan.

“From Storm Sea, Alan Apollo Kasadier!”

Alan laughed hysterically and ran onto the stage. He looked vastly different from the two award winners earlier that were steady.

His age was ridiculously old to a commoner, but to a giant dragon, he was only a young lad. It was perfectly normal for him to be a little unstable.

Luckily, at least when he was in battle, he was quite steady.

He first looked carefully at the young emcee and his eyes widened; then, he looked carefully at the one who was giving him the award and his eyes widened again. Finally, he laid his eyes on the “platter” that was floating next to him. His eyes were as big as duck eggs.

“This… This is…”

“Shh…” the emcee smiled and winked at him.

Alan immediately understood and stood straight. His body was even a little stiff.

“No need to be so tense; relax, just relax.” Sui Xiong, who was pretending to be a platter, laughed. “You are the spotlight today. Show some spotlight spirit! Unless you plan to tell this story to your children after few hundred or a thousand years like ‘back then, me, your dad, came across a few Gods and I was scared stiff.’ I think it’s better to boast, ‘all of you are too young, so inexperienced. Back then, I used to talk and laugh cheerfully with Gods!’ Ain’t it better…”

Alan couldn’t help but laugh. His original tension had eased.

His prize was a three-item set too. A cash converter card that contained an amount that shocked him so much he smiled to himself; a gold medal that would never wear and tear but could be used for casting spells daily; and a soft black innerwear.

The black inner wear had two functions. The first was that it changed its form freely. Even if he turned into a giant dragon, it would become a cloud of black gas that lined his body, so definitely no concern about tearing. The second was to nullify any magic or ceremony that could “slaughter a dragon,” including those famous “dragon slaughtering swords,””dragon slaughtering guns,” and that sort.

To a giant dragon, there was nothing better than this defense equipment!

Alan carried his prizes and couldn’t stop laughing. If he didn’t remember that it was a solemn holy ceremony, he would’ve taken off his clothes to put on the innerwear, and never ever take it off in his life!

After the award ceremony ended, the blonde human-lion wanted to give a few words, but he suddenly stopped and looked at the sky.

In the sky, there was a magical light that was slowly condensing and turning into a colorful crystal.

At the same time, the root of the world was surging. Every God that possessed battle-like league felt the magical change.

“This is…”

“A new clergy! There is a new clergy in the battle league!”

“The battle clergy was dissected?”

“Not really… but quite a big piece broke off!”

“What clergy?”

“Martial arts… It’s the martial arts contest!”

In that instance, many Gods directed their gaze at the crystal that was slowly descending.

In a flash of light, thick furry arms extended from the sky and tried to grab the crystal.

It was the God that was in charge of war in the Orc God system, the creator and guardian of bearmen, the violence of an Orc and the God of war, “Violent War Bear” Faber.

As a god with weak power, He desired to receive more clergy and more power, so that He could fight for the level of intermediate godly power. The moment when He saw a new clergy, although He knew rationally that it wouldn’t work, His violent and brutal character couldn’t suppress his greed and excitement. He couldn’t help but come forward to grab it.

However, the thick bear claw scratched at the location of crystal a couple of times, but couldn’t get anything.

Clergy was a form of display where a power source surged; it itself wasn’t any solid substance. So, how could He reach for it?

Faber roared and urged his godly power to lock that space up forcibly. He felt that maybe He would be able to hold the newborn clergy of “martial arts contest” captive and take it away.

It was uncertain if whatever he was doing would work, but He already triggered Morani.

Morani had been waiting for the clergy to form. Once He obtained the clergy, He would quickly break through the weak godly power level and level up to intermediate power. The entire God system could be strengthened much more, and the most crucial part was that it could then possess a complete system and not a small, poorly-equipped group anymore.

The minimum requirement to construct a God system was to have intermediate godly power.

All the while, instead of saying it was a system, it should have been called an association where weak Gods stuck together to warm each other. They didn’t even realize the supply of godly power coming from each other.

If it wasn’t so, why would “rich and fertile roamer” and “swamp roamer” still remain at the doorstep of entering God realm? Even if Morani helped to support them financially with his own pocket, He would’ve dragged the two old friends along!

Once He had gotten the martial arts contest clergy, once He leveled up into intermediate godly power, He would not be made fun as a “Pretend God.” He would be able to truly carry the name of God!

Not to mention He could use the martial arts contest clergy as His core clergy, and make some minor adjustments with his clergy and league in order to enhance His strength, to provide space for development so that his future was vaster!

So, He was determined to win it!

Watching Faber trying to lock up the space, Morani couldn’t hold back anymore. He bellowed, and the warriors that had been waiting nearby stood up and leapt. They became shadows, like mountains that soared up the sky and grabbed Faber’s shoulders.

“Old bear! Do you really want to fight with me?” He roared in anger.

Faber hesitated. As a member of the Orc God system, He and Morani were considered on friendly terms, so he knew how patient the “Steel Lion” was.

Even though the two of them were of weak godly power, if they really started a fight—and even if His two close weak godly power friends were to join forces and fight against Morani—they might not win against Him.

He hesitated. Fear of Morani suppressed His greed and He finally let out a heavy sigh.

“Steel Lion, you owe me drinks!” The thick bear claw was retrieved and he left.

Morani smiled and nodded, “Good ones, as many as you want!”

In the Thousands Temple, “Steel Lion” who hardly spoke stood up. He looked around and said loudly, “Everyone! The ‘martial arts contest’ clergy is bestowed upon me by the world. Whoever wants to fight for it, can also organize a martial arts contest! Whoever wants to grab for it now is trying to go against me!”

He said so, but his attention fell upon few seats.

The God of War, the God of Battle, the God of Conspiracy, and every God that was in charge of war in every God system.

Clergy was not something that could be taken randomly; only when one’s ideal and capability was compatible with it would He be able to receive it. Although there were many Gods in the Thousands Temple, there were only a few that could possibly fight for this clergy with Him.

Among them, the ones that He worried about the most were the God of Battle and the God of War.

The former was the direct victim of the formation of the “martial arts contest” clergy, the power and function of the clergy derived from “battle.” In other words, it was forcibly taking part of the clergy away from the God of Battle. With such a daring action, it would be impossible not to trigger anyone.

The latter was the main God of War God system. Theoretically, He could seize control of all action for war and battle, but He didn’t possess any reliable excuse to interfere. However, His strong godly power caused Morani to be worried too.

The more troublesome part was that He was the main God of the God of Battle.

Dealing with Morani’s declaration, the temple fell instantly silent. But after a while, the God of Battle stood up.

“You wanted to take someone’s thing; have you asked the owner?” He asked coldly.

“You and I serve the world. I did well and I received a grant from the world. That’s it,” Morani creased His eyebrows and said.

The God of Battle didn’t say anything else but smiled coldly.

Outside of the main dimension, a place near the Barbarous God system’s holy kingdom, a cloud of murky aura dispersed as it advanced. There was a huge dragon-headed warship that was floating along.

On the top of the battle whip, there was someone in full armor holding onto a long spear. It was the God of War.

He waved the long spear and pointed at the holy kingdom of Barbarous God system. He quietly gave out the order to launch an attack.

A huge battleship, that was much bigger compared to a huge mountain in the main dimension, immediately started advancing. The giant at the bow was hitting the war drum and dashing towards the holy kingdom of the Barbarous God system in full speed.

The God of Battle disliked verbal arguments; He only knew how to speak with weapons!

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