Chapter 409 Third Division
The helicopter hovered at the temple gate, its engine roaring, sending the surrounding grass and trees into a frenzy.
An elderly man with white eyebrows, accompanied by four warrior monks, approached slowly. Elbert followed closely behind, unfazed.
The old man whispered, "Don't make a move later. Don't reveal yourself. Remember, remember!"
Elbert was puzzled but stayed silent, noting the unprecedented seriousness on the old man's face.
Whoosh!
The helicopter door slid open, revealing two figures at the edge of the cabin. One was a burly man in a suit, with a broad chest, short hair, around forty or fifty years old, and eyes sharp as lightning. The other was a young man in his twenties, with blond hair, wearing a leather jacket, a cigar in his mouth, and a defiant expression.
Both had Gloriana bloodlines, their nationality indiscernible.
The burly man spoke in a deep voice, "Well, old man, you're still kicking."
The elderly man with white eyebrows smirked slightly, "And you're not dead either."
The man in the suit's face turned cold, "I won't rest until I've buried you, old man."
With that, the man and the cigar-smoking youth jumped directly from the helicopter.
The elderly man with white eyebrows tilted his head slightly and said to Elbert, "Apocalypse Association, Third Division President, Sith Matt."
Elbert frowned, "Apocalypse Association?"
The old man nodded slightly, squinting at the man in the suit with disdain, "They claim to want to end the world but haven't done anything significant. Just a bunch of sneaky rats hiding in the shadows."
"And this Sith, he's quite capable."
"He had a chance to become the Savior, but I beat him to it."
"He couldn't handle the defeat and joined the Apocalypse Association, doing nothing but plotting to kill me."
"Every year, he challenges me to a duel."
Elbert frowned in thought. It seemed more and more like the elderly man was the previous generation's Savior. And could this Sith also be a centenarian?
"Old man, this year you must die. You don't deserve the title of Savior!" The man in the suit walked slowly, his expression unchanged. But in Elbert's eyes, his combat instincts sensed a strong threat.
The elderly man with white eyebrows chuckled, "Fighting here will damage the flowers and plants in my temple, and that costs money."
The old man glanced back at Elbert, "Kid, watch closely. This is my ultimate skill, and today you get a free show!"
The old man frowned slightly. Suddenly, a gray sphere appeared in the sky ahead. The sphere began to expand, growing larger and larger until it became a massive ball at least 30 feet in diameter. It floated in mid-air, an awe-inspiring sight.
The elderly man stepped onto an invisible staircase, walking into the sphere, his back to them, "This is a skill taught by my master, the gravity field!"
He looked at the man in the suit, "Dare to fight to the death here?"
The man in the suit snorted, "Isn't this a bit too big for your grave?"
With that, he leaped, his body also entering the sphere. The two seemed isolated from the world. Elbert couldn't see what was happening inside, only sensing the terrifying energy spilling out.
Elbert was very curious. He slowly moved forward, extending his arm, just able to touch the bottom of the sphere.
But the four warrior monks shouted in unison, "Elbert, be careful! Master's gravity field energy is volatile. Watch your fingers! With our strength, we can't penetrate the gravity field. We can only wait for the outcome!"
Unbeknownst to them, as they spoke, Elbert had already touched the sphere.
At first, he felt a metallic texture, indicating the sphere's high density. Then, a sharp pain shot through his fingers, like countless steel needles piercing his skin.
In an instant, Elbert activated his liquid metal, quickly enveloping his fingers. But a strange scene unfolded. Though the sphere was solid, the liquid metal acted like a sharp blade. With his hand wrapped in liquid metal, he easily penetrated the sphere.
"Elbert, pull back! Be careful of getting hurt!" Peaceful Heart shouted, fearing for Elbert's safety, unaware that Elbert could cut through the sphere.
Elbert also sensed the terrifying energy leaking from the sphere; a slight misstep could destroy the small temple. He frowned, slowly retracting his arm, looking up at the sphere emitting a powerful, oppressive force, feeling a deep sense of awe. The elderly man with white eyebrows was indeed unfathomable. This battle was far beyond his current level.
Elbert turned back and saw the four warrior monks watching the sky with tense expressions. They clenched their fists, a layer of sweat on their foreheads.
"Is there a problem?" Elbert asked. "Doesn't this battle happen every year?"
Peaceful Heart frowned deeply. "Master is not as strong as he used to be. Ten years ago, they could fight for four days and nights. Then the time gradually shortened. Last year, they only fought for two hours. Although each time, they both end up exhausted, forced to stop. But we know, Master is actually at his limit, suffering severe internal injuries. But he must pretend to be fine, because if he falls, the Apocalypse Association will no longer be deterred. We feel that Master is in real danger this time."
Elbert frowned again, realizing the heavy burden the old man carried. Just as Elbert was about to ask more questions, the four warrior monks suddenly fell silent. The young man with the cigar swaggered over, approaching Peaceful Heart with disdain, blowing smoke in his face.
"Idiot!" he sneered. "Seeing you guys every year really annoys me! If it weren't for the president insisting on following some martial practices, I'd love to challenge you and kick your bald heads around like a soccer balls!"
Pure Light gritted his teeth, burning with anger. The cigar man spat, "What are you looking at? If you have the guts, try touching me!"
Mindful Spirit clenched his fist, about to raise his hand, but Pure Light held his arm. "Don't be impulsive. Be careful not to disrupt the balance Master has worked so hard to maintain!"
"Haha! You're all cowards! I've long seen through you, including your old master. You're all just a facade, no match for our Third Division! I hope you start a fight, so we can wipe out this little temple of yours!"
The cigar man said, pressing the half-smoked cigar onto Pure Light's arm, grinding it hard. Sizzle... The smell of burning flesh wafted out. Pure Light gritted his teeth but remained unmoved.
The cigar man was wildly arrogant. He slowly walked over to Elbert, sneering, "A new face, what are you supposed to be?"
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