Pigeons appeared from the ground, looking at the item in their hands. Was this the Pure Sky Lock? It looked completely different from what they had imagined. The aura emanating from it was undoubtedly similar to the Heavenly Dao. This was the Pure Sky Lock, and despite its unappealing appearance, it had to be accepted.
*Pfft!*
Pigeons spat out a large chunk of blood, their entire backs slowly rotting away. The consequences and cost of their actions were now apparent. Pigeons had taken a huge gamble, entering the Hydra’s body to forcibly separate the Pure Sky Lock from it. The Hydra would fall into a weakened state, taking thousands of years to recover.
This indirectly resolved the Lin family's crisis, but such a method was risky. Pigeons were being corroded by the Hydra within its body. This corrosion was powerful, and it would be impossible to resist and recover in a short time. Pigeons were betting everything, success or failure. Failure meant becoming the Hydra’s food and nourishment; success meant obtaining the Pure Sky Lock.
Just as they were about to leave, with a dizzying sensation, Pigeons found themselves standing before the Heavenly Dao. They immediately became alert and entered combat mode. Even the Heavenly Dao would be attracted to the Pure Sky Lock. Who knew if the Heavenly Dao would make a move? Moreover, this was the Heavenly Dao's territory; even with their full power unleashed, Pigeons would not be a match.
The Pure Sky Lock was of utmost importance, and Pigeons could not let the Heavenly Dao take it.
"Don't be nervous. I have no interest in the Pure Sky Lock. Seeing you search for the Pure Sky Lock, you must be looking for other items. Here are the locations of the other items. You have enough time."
"Cultivators from the Divine Realm, leave this place. Do not step foot here again."
With a wave of his arm, the Heavenly Dao forcibly threw Pigeons out of this world. In the vast universe, Pigeons were still stunned. The Heavenly Dao actually knew about the Divine Realm and their identity. However, Pigeons had a feeling that the Heavenly Dao was still withholding some information.
Pigeons carefully reviewed the memories in their minds. These were the locations of other items. There was a message left by the Heavenly Dao in their memories, stating that as long as Pigeons went to the specified locations and revealed their identity, those items would be handed over willingly. Pigeons had never encountered such good fortune; this certainly saved time.
Pigeons flew into the distance, heading to the next location.
In the Epoch of Time, on the arena of the swordsman competition, Chen Tian and the Berserker Swordsman faced each other. Kuang Dao was drawn, and his long sword was extended. The moment the blade light and sword light appeared, they collided, resulting in a violent explosion. Chen Tian had some understanding of the Berserker Swordsman's strength. His weakness was obvious: he could not initiate an attack. If Chen Tian stepped into his attack range, it would be difficult to handle.
Fighting solely with the strength of their game characters, this battle was not easy. Being infected by the Evil Spirit race would ultimately make a difference. Chen Tian stood his ground. Seeing Chen Tian remain still, the Berserker Swordsman's long sword felt awkward. He couldn't attack first, as speed was his weakness, and if Chen Tian didn't attack, he was powerless.
Chen Tian seized the moment when the Berserker Swordsman was lost in thought, his figure flashing. His long sword pierced from behind the Berserker Swordsman. Chen Tian had been waiting for the opponent to be distracted. With a thrust of his sword, the Berserker Swordsman, facing such a situation, remained unhurried. He swung his Kuang Dao, and Chen Tian’s figure, along with his long sword, retreated. The force transmitted by the Kuang Dao made Chen Tian feel uncomfortable.
It could only be said that the Berserker Swordsman profession was strength-oriented. To win, one had to use even greater strength.
The long sword in his left hand was retracted. Seeing Chen Tian retract his long sword, the Berserker Swordsman roared, "Do you look down on me?"
"No, it's precisely because I respect you that I don't use a sword. My greatest strength is not swordsmanship."
As Chen Tian spoke, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. He shook his body, and the stage beneath his feet cracked from a single stomp. This kind of power caused the players watching, and even the Berserker Swordsman himself, to show signs of shock. After all, this stage had remained unscathed even under the Berserker Swordsman's full-powered attack with his Kuang Dao. A single stomp had caused a crack, demanding caution.
Gripping the Kuang Dao tightly, the Berserker Swordsman stood in place, still waiting for an attack. Speed was not his forte. Chen Tian moved left and right, his illusions and afterimages constantly alternating. He threw a punch, directly at the face. The Kuang Dao blocked horizontally.
*Boom!*
A single punch sent him several meters back. A fist mark appeared on the Kuang Dao. The power of this punch was evident. The players were all horrified. This guy's strength was terrifying. Could his second profession be related to strength attributes, perhaps even a hidden profession?
This was what the players thought, otherwise, they couldn't explain how a swordsman could possess such immense strength.
The Kuang Dao in the Berserker Swordsman's hand was almost shattered by the fist. The word to describe Chen Tian's strength was: terrifying!
It was even more powerful than his own strength. This saber was a secondary weapon, so the Berserker Swordsman didn't mind. If the fight continued like this, the Kuang Dao would definitely be destroyed.
He had originally planned to save his main weapon for when he entered the top hundred. Now, it seemed he had to reveal it.
The Kuang Dao was thrown out, and the Berserker Swordsman's arm gathered strength. The Kuang Dao charged forward, aiming at Chen Tian's head. His fists were clenched, and with a punch, he shattered the Kuang Dao.
A blood-red long saber appeared in the Berserker Swordsman's hand. This saber was completely different from the previous one. The blood-red blade looked as if it were covered in blood, giving the entire saber a feeling of killing intent and bloodlust. With the appearance of this saber, the Berserker Swordsman's aura significantly increased.
His eyes displayed the weapon's information, and a hint of surprise flickered across his face. This weapon was actually a rare-grade weapon, one of the highest star ratings. His fists clenched, his strength increased, and it seemed he needed to be a little more serious.
The Berserker Swordsman's combat style shifted from standing still to active offense. His speed seemed to have increased significantly. Chen Tian knew that was a bonus from his weapon, but this speed was insignificant in his eyes, and even appeared slow to other players.
At least he had the opportunity to attack proactively, and overall, the bonus was quite substantial. This was a rare-grade weapon, of the highest star rating, so the bonus had to be high.
The players watching from below the arena were all contemplating. The Berserker Swordsman had revealed his trump card, and they coveted this weapon. They yearned for it in their hearts.
With his main weapon in use, the Berserker Swordsman's strength had visibly improved. It was understandable that Chen Tian needed to be a little more serious. He hadn't managed to defeat his opponent yet, and Chen Tian wondered if he was trying to see what other trump cards he had or if he was possessed by an Evil Spirit.
He hadn't detected any Evil Spirit origins, which felt strange. Being cautious was wise.
He constantly calculated various scenarios in his mind. Chen Tian attacked first. Even with the bonus, he still had the advantage in speed. He stepped forward and swung his fists. His fists, imbued with divine fire, unleashed fiery punches. The blood-red long saber was swung, raising a blood-red light. A blood sea permeated the area, and a blood domain enveloped the two figures, making it impossible for outsiders to observe the battle within.
Inside the blood domain, Chen Tian's fists, carrying divine fire, gradually approached the Berserker Swordsman. The blood sea suddenly churned and transformed into a blood-red hand, reaching out towards the fiery fist. An explosion occurred, and from the center of the explosion, a figure slowly emerged. This level of damage was ineffective against Chen Tian.
The Berserker Swordsman condensed the blood sea with his long saber. The blood sea changed, forming armor on the long saber. The blade, encased in armor, became even sharper.
Chen Tian had never seen this kind of play before. This was a capability that came with the weapon. He touched his chin; it was quite interesting.
"Boy, let's see how you handle this."
As he spoke, his confidence increased. Chen Tian shook his head and said, "Then you can try."
The two charged at each other, their speeds differing. Two figures collided, and the clanging sound echoed, audible even to the players below the arena. It seemed the battle was fierce, but unfortunately, they couldn't see the actual combat.