Asura Emperor Venerable
Chapter 928: Battle Results Revealed, Shocking Impact

Chapter 928: Chapter 928: Battle Results Revealed, Shocking Impact

Huh?

Leng Qianqiu, ranked ninth, was dumbfounded, displaying an expression of disbelief.

Why am I still in the same place?

Shouldn’t I also have a pillar of light enveloping me, heading over there?

Such a splendid scene, shouldn’t I also have a share?

He was puzzled, and others were as well.

Why is Weng Hao up there?

Damn it, could it be that we were deceived, and actually, we didn’t need to fight a hundred battles, that it all depends on the win rate?

So, is that why people like Pan Wenxing, whom we’ve never heard of, have a one hundred percent win rate?

Because they too didn’t complete a hundred battles and withdrew early.

"Unfair!"

"Yes, completely unfair!"

"There should be a rematch!"

Led by Leng Qianqiu, the crowd yelled out, protesting to the puppet man.

"We always conduct affairs with fairness and transparency, without any underhanded manipulation." The puppet man responded, his tone full of formal and official airs.

"Release the detailed battle records!" Chao Batian said.

"Yes, we want to know exactly how many battles they fought!" others also shouted in agreement.

The puppet man didn’t immediately answer but instead, its eyes flickered on and off as if contemplating or communicating with some unknown existence. After a moment, it nodded, "Okay."

It started displaying battle records, the first being Leng Qianqiu, with one hundred and thirty battles and seventy-nine wins.

The second was Chao Batian, with the same one hundred and thirty battles, seventy-seven wins, differing by just two defeats, likely due to luck.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Everyone quickly interrupted, "We’re well aware of our own battle records; we want to know the battle records of those eight people up there."

"Nie Shining can be set aside; we want to know about those seven people."

"Yes, just those seven."

The puppet man wasn’t angry; apparently, it didn’t have such emotions, and said, "Pan Wenxing, one hundred battles, one hundred wins."

"Long Chenhao, one hundred battles, one hundred wins."

"Liu Dingjun, one hundred battles, one hundred wins."

"Wen Xuan..."

The first six individuals all had a perfect hundred battles and hundred wins, causing everyone to click their tongues in shock; such monstrosities truly existed.

They were no strangers to battle; they knew well that maintaining a winning streak meant the opponents would constantly grow stronger, starting to appear undefeated by the eighth day, much less pulling off consecutive wins until the tenth day?

It was unimaginable how strong the opponents would be!

One would have to surpass three minor realms, wouldn’t they?

Three!

Even beings as strong as them, crossing two minor realms was already remarkably impressive, but surpassing three was simply inconceivable.

"Weng Hao, two hundred and ten battles, one hundred and ninety-two wins."

Pfft!

Upon hearing these figures, everyone collectively spat out their drinks and then fell into a stupor.

Wh-What’s going on?

Two hundred and ten battles!

That guy actually fought over two hundred battles?

My goodness!

If it were over two hundred battles with a thirty percent win rate, they could accept that, because as long as one lost a battle, the opponent the next day wouldn’t have a power boost.

However, Shi Hao’s win rate exceeded ninety percent, meaning that among the opponents he encountered daily, at least nine would see a power increase, yet he still maintained an insanely high win rate of ninety percent—a pinnacle of madness!

How dare they disdain such a formidable person?

They might as well slap their own faces.

Everyone fell into a moment of silence.

"Why do I feel this Weng Hao resembles someone?"

"Huh, I feel the same way."

"Could it be that guy?"

"No, wasn’t he encircled? With so many Heaven Building Ladder alms, could he still break free? If so, would those alms still have a place in the world?"

"Yes, that’s true too."

Everyone shook their heads, forcibly dismissing this thought.

How could it be, when Asura was still subdued?

"Let’s watch the fight above."

"I hope Nie Shining can hold out a bit longer."

"I’m starting to feel pity for this guy."

"The weakest Hidden Dragon in history?"

"Hahaha!"

...

The scene transitions back to the platform in midair.

This is the true Ascending Dragon Platform, where he who can overpower the prodigies shall ascend as a Hidden Dragon, receiving Earth’s favor, and from then on, everything would come effortlessly, with half the work yielding double the results.

—until one ascends the Immortal Realm, for certainly, the mortal and the immortal are worlds apart.

Nie Shining was somewhat bewildered; he looked at Shi Hao, his mouth slightly open.

How did this guy get up here?

Shouldn’t it have been Li Qianqiu?

What’s going on?

Is this blatant cheating?

For a moment, his mind was full of questions.

He also looked at Pan Wenxing and the others. Although he had been hearing about these six’s distinguished names over the past few days, it was actually the first time seeing them in person. He had no idea who was Pan Wenxing or who was Wen Xuan, only being certain of one thing—the only female for sure was Han Yuwei.

It wasn’t just him; all the others’ gazes fell on Han Yuwei.

The only female and the one whose identity was unmistakably clear, she naturally attracted everyone’s initial attention.

She wore a snow-white robe, lacking any decoration from head to toe, tall and slender, astonishingly beautiful.

Even with the focus of the seven people, she remained extremely calm, an air of composure that true experts must possess.

Whoosh, a puppet man appeared as well.

"Now, entering the third stage, Hidden Dragon Ascends!" it announced, "Each of you will fight the other seven once, and final rankings will be based on the number of victories."

Needless to mention, the first place shall become the ascending Hidden Dragon.

"The combat restrictions remain; external aids cannot be used. If you wish to use weapons, there are options here," continued the puppet man, "The weapons here, although not Spiritual Artifacts, are exceptionally tough, so there is no need to worry about them withstanding your power."

"Now, I’ll arrange the matchups."

It took out seven wooden plaques, each having four sets of matchups inscribed.

"One battle a day; if unable to defeat the opponent, I will determine the outcome." It continued, scanning Shi Hao and the others, "Any questions?"

"Yes!" Shi Hao immediately raised his hand, "Is there any reward besides the blessing of Earth’s favor for the first place?"

This!

The seven from Pan Wenxing couldn’t help but reveal wry smiles; how confident was he to already be considering the extra reward for first place?

"No!" The puppet man promptly replied.

Sigh, how stingy.

Shi Hao shook his head; however, being frowned upon by the heavens, he did indeed need such a blessing, so even with the lesser benefits, he had to reluctantly accept.

In fact, all eight standing on the Ascending Dragon Platform would receive the irrigation of Earth’s favor, just differing in quantity.

The battles for the first day were as follows: Shi Hao versus Long Chenhao, Pan Wenxing versus Zhou Xiaofeng, Liu Dingjun versus Han Yuwei, Wen Xuan versus Nie Shining.

The four battles began simultaneously.

Buzzing, four light shields descended, isolating each of the eight into pairs.

Within these confines, no matter how tumultuous, would not affect others, and nothing outside the light shield could be seen, so there was no worry of being influenced by others’ battles.

"Please," Long Chenhao cupped his hands towards Shi Hao.