National Games: Hang up from the zombie apocalypse

The next day.

The Martial Arts Tournament has officially begun.

The tournament's dueling area is set up in the dueling space created above the World Emperor Island.

Eighty-eight white-robed elders joined forces to set up a spatial defense barrier outside the duel space, sealing off a large area in the center of the star sea.

An observation area was set up around the duel space.

The eight spectators from the dimensional zones belonging to the Realm Lords were located in different positions within the eight spectator zones.

The Martial Arts Tournament is a grand event in the dimensional world.

Each event attracts a large number of onlookers; before the battle even begins, the audience area is already full, filled with noise.

An elderly man dressed in a black robe appeared in the center of the battlefield.

Next, the two combatants entered the arena through the teleportation channel.

Fang Heng slowly floated in mid-air, hiding his face under his hood, and looked up at the snake-bodied, human-headed Gorgon, Von Tia.

The siren was enveloped in a faint spatial fluctuation, as if it could instantly merge into the space at any time.

Feng Tiya also stared at Fang Heng, a seductive look in her eyes.

Lord Phoenix, positioned in the high vantage point of the arena, gazed thoughtfully at Fang Heng on one side of the duel match.

Beside him, an assistant from the God Clan stepped forward and nodded, saying, "My lord, Tiger Lord has refused to reveal the name of warrior number seventy-seven. He must be hiding something."

"Tiger Lord is simply trying to curry favor with the Realm Lord. There's no rush. No matter how hard he tries to hide it, we'll find out eventually," Phoenix said calmly, then asked, "Has the investigation into Ravi's death been completed?"

“We conducted some investigations. Gideon had been staying in the tower to cultivate, so Ravi’s death should not be related to him. I’m wondering if someone had a grudge against Gideon and deliberately impersonated him to kill Ravi.”

The assistant hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Should we cancel the pursuit of Gideon?"

"No need. Rumors are circulating that Gideon was responsible. If we don't eliminate him, what will become of the prestige of our divine race? Won't the world think that those who assassinate our people can get away with it?"

Phoenix said coldly, "Besides, the open pursuit can also lull the real mastermind into a false sense of security, making him think that we are being deceived by appearances."

"We will find that person; he can't escape."

"Yes, Lord of the Realm."

Phoenix slowly raised his head and looked at Fang Heng in the center of the battlefield, muttering to himself, "It's been a long time since a warrior who can master necromancy has appeared. He is very likely related to the Netherworld Clan."

Not far away, in the other stands, Tiger Lord and two other Beast Clan Realm Lords gathered and discussed things in hushed tones, just like always.

"It's not easy, another year of the Martial Arts Tournament."

The old man with the Xuan Turtle pattern tattooed on his back sighed, "The dimensional realm is only so big. Although the outer world is vast, most of the people there are too weak. It's really not easy to find a few good talents. I've spent so much effort and still can't find a single one worth nurturing. This year, I only have familiar faces here. I guess I'll make the Realm Emperor unhappy again."

"Who says otherwise? I've been away for over a hundred years, and I haven't found even one person I like."

The middle-aged man from the leopard clan said, "Tiger Lord, you're really lucky. You can just lie at home and a good seedling will come to you. I heard that you didn't even give face to the God Clan for that necromancy kid. Is that the guy who's going up now? He seems pretty good."

"cut."

Tiger Lord was feeling annoyed, and upon hearing this, he curled his lip and said, "You two don't need to pour out your grievances in front of me. Are you gloating over my falling out with the God Clan?"

“What are you saying?” Leopard Lord said sternly, “Our orc race is already weak, how can we let our own people fight amongst ourselves? Don’t worry, if you fight with the gods, we will definitely support you.”

"Don't give me that. Why would I fall out with the gods for no reason?"

Tiger Lord wasn't fooled and said, "Don't pretend in front of me, you two. Although you haven't found any suitable newcomers over the years, you've spent a lot of effort on those old guys. Those newcomers can't even get past the first round against those old guys."

“It’s different, it’s different…”

Venerable Xuan Turtle shook his head repeatedly, his gaze sweeping across the spectator area. He said, "Everyone knows that the Realm Emperor loves to cultivate new talents, especially a newcomer who has mastered necromancy. You are sure to impress the Realm Emperor. No wonder you are the one who can win the Realm Emperor's favor among so many people."

"Haha, congratulations to you too."

Tiger Lord was struck by what he heard and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Who said no?
When luck comes, nothing can stop it.

Fang Heng, this kid, appeared out of nowhere. He is a fusion of Ouroboros and the Titans. He is already very strong, and he has even mastered the rare necromancy!
As long as he can get some exposure at the Martial Arts Grand Tournament and let the World Emperor see the promising talents he has chosen, he will surely receive a great deal of praise.

As for the future grudges between Fang Heng and the God Clan...

We'll talk about it later.

Leopard Lord looked at the battlefield and said, "But Tiger Lord, you are so confident in this kid's strength that you directly sent him to deal with Feng Tia? The Siren's ability is probably somewhat restrained by the Seed of Ouroboros."

Tiger Lord fell silent for a moment upon hearing this.

It was Fang Heng who took the initiative to propose dealing with the Siren Queen.

He also couldn't figure out if Fang Heng had any trump cards to deal with the siren.

But since he dared to take the initiative, he must have some confidence, right?
Whatever.

Anyway, Fang Heng was picked up from the roadside.

The mission is accomplished if he gets to appear on stage and show his face in front of the World Emperor. As for how many rounds he can go on...

One round at a time.

It's all free money anyway.

Tiger Lord curled his lips, naturally not to be outdone in verbal skills, and said, "This kid is still quite arrogant at heart. Let's find a tough nut for him to crack first. At worst, he'll just lose. It's good to use this opportunity to temper his temper. We can come back for another one at the next Martial Arts Tournament."

He didn't have much hope for Fang Heng.

Once academic skills advance to the god-like level, a martial artist's lifespan will also be greatly extended.

Given Fang Heng's age, he could still participate in at least several dozen more Martial Arts Tournaments, so Tiger Lord felt there was no need to rush.

If Fang Heng truly has a chance to survive the conflicts among the gods, then it's not too late to nurture him later.

As they were talking, the martial arts tournament officially began.

As the aura of death emanated from Fang Heng, a dark aura enveloped the dueling arena, quickly concealing Fang Heng's figure in a thick, eerie mist of death.

The Realm of Death!

I have never seen a field with such characteristics.

Feng Tiya looked at the black mist and keenly sensed an aura of death emanating from it. A deep sense of oppression rose from the bottom of her heart, and her face became solemn.

This time, the opponent is very strong!
"Splash splash splash!"

Fang Heng launched the first attack, unleashing a series of pure black chains that shot out from the black mist and hurtled towards Feng Tiya. (End of Chapter)