Sealed Divine Throne II: Twin Sons of Dragon
Chapter 834 - 417 Sorcery Demon King_2

Chapter 834: Chapter 417 Sorcery Demon King_2

Long Dangdang felt a chill envelop his entire body, as if an invisible gigantic hand had grasped him tightly, molding his body like clay. The tremendous oppressive force forced him to circulate his Spiritual Power to support his body, stubbornly holding on to prevent himself from being crushed by this giant hand.

The other undead seemed to face the same pressure, and then Long Dangdang saw that, not far from him, the body of an undead burst with a ’bang,’ exploding into a shower of flesh and blood.

This process lasted for a full five minutes. About one-tenth of the undead were directly crushed by this immense oppressive force, and when the pressure finally lifted, another third of the undead collapsed to the ground.

The Sorcery Demon King’s eyes flickered slightly, and with a wave of his empty left hand, a surging wave of air swept out, accurately targetting each one of the collapsed undead, sweeping them and the scattered pieces of flesh away.

Wraith warriors, unnoticed until now, had appeared in the distance, clearing away everything.

By this time, the number of remaining undead had been reduced to around five hundred.

"Not bad, you’ve passed the initial assessment. As a reward, each of you will receive ten Grade A Soul Stones."

Yes, the eliminated received no reward; only those who endured, those who withstood the test, received one. However, the reward was not distributed on the spot.

"You are the finest selected from various cities. But to ultimately stand in front of the princess and be chosen by her as the Prince Consort, you must be a true warrior of the Wraith Kingdom. Next, you will be divided into teams of ten, and from each team, only one will come out and enter the final selection process. Defeating your opponents and emerging victorious will be your task for the assessment. Go!"

As he spoke, the Sorcery Demon King raised his left hand, pointing in a direction.

It was to the other side of the circular plaza, where large groups of wraith warriors were waiting.

The remaining undead formed relatively tidy lines and walked over. The Sorcery Demon King honored his promise of a reward, and perhaps to allow them to better demonstrate their strengths in the upcoming contest, each of the remaining undead participants received ten Soul Stones from the hands of the wraith warriors. As they passed through the ranks, they saw the spaces behind them, each split apart by the wraith warriors into individual cells.

Yes, cell-like spaces. Each space was a square with each side measuring one hundred meters long, and every square was segregated by tall and imposing wraith warriors with a strong aura. There were at least twenty thousand wraith warriors, all clad in neat armor and equipped with superior weapons, clearly the true elite of the Wraith Kingdom. Each wraith warrior carried an aura of no less than the 5th Rank, and their weapon and equipment varied between different areas, indicating different branches of the military.

To select one out of ten, how to choose? By defeating other undead, or rather, by destroying them, one could emerge from the group.

It seemed that the Wraith Kingdom didn’t place much value on the lives of these undead. The bodies of those who had been crushed earlier were all engulfed by dense wraith energy that ascended with their death, dissipating into the air, or perhaps being redirected elsewhere.

At this moment, Long Dangdang somewhat relaxed. He’d rather be in a state of battle than be subjected to close inspection, especially by a powerful being like the Sorcery Demon King. It seemed he had at least survived the previous round.

As they entered the "cells" in turn, Long Dangdang naturally entered one as well. The other nine undead, after entering, immediately reacted in a way that was less calm than before. Almost all of them quickly ran to a corner, warily watching the other undead, but none chose to strike first.

Those who had been selected for the matchmaking process retained some wisdom; they were clearly aware that whoever attacked first would likely become the target of all. In this situation of grand chaos, the more low-profile one was, the more likely they were to last until the end.

Long Dangdang, of course, wouldn’t make the first move either. He too swiftly dodged into a corner, while simultaneously drawing out an estoc, a Glorious Class weapon imbued with the deep darkness attribute, which wasn’t very conspicuous. This was acquired from the treasury of Stone Gate City. Even if a Dark Wizard were present, he would dare to use it, not believing that the Dark Wizard could be familiar with every single item in that treasury.

The other undead also drew their weapons one after another, which immediately revealed their strengths and weaknesses. Some of the undead didn’t even have a piece of spiritual magic equipment, and Long Dangdang’s Glorious Class estoc was, in fact, the best among the ten of them.

The undead were really quite poor! Long Dangdang thought to himself, while also feeling somewhat helpless. When the other undead saw the Glorious Class estoc in his hand, the Soul Flames flickering in their eyes changed subtly, and he became the center of attention.

"Roar——"

It was at that moment when the wraith warriors encircling the perimeter suddenly let out a roar and then took a step forward, pointing their weapons ahead. This act immediately shrunk the area of the grid by a small circle. Although it was just a minor reduction in size, it undoubtedly signaled to the undead present that if they didn’t fight, the circle would become even smaller, and the end result would be obvious to all.

Long Dangdang was the quickest to react, almost moving the instant the wraith warriors took that step.

Since his Glorious Class estoc had made him a target of hostility from the other undead, and considering those who had survived the initial "test" were basically of 7th Rank and above, it was better to strike first if he could be focused down by their attacks.

Long Dangdang lunged sideways, using the most basic Knight technique, Slide Step.

His Slide Step, learned from Na Ye, the foremost expert on Slide Step in the Knights Temple, was not only incredibly fast but also completely unanticipated. There was no discernible movement beforehand, but his body had already launched sideways. At the same moment, darkness element erupted abruptly, and his Glarious Class estoc spilled forth an ink-black blade light, a dark version of the Sacred Sword.

Both of them were of 7th Rank, but when it came to the control and application of Spiritual Power, as well as combat experience, Long Dangdang was clearly superior to his peers. After all, he had been fighting above his rank all this time.

Therefore, before the other wraith entities could pounce on him, his Chopping Slash had already landed on the weapon, also an estoc, in the hands of that undead.

The strike burst forth suddenly, with Long Dangdang even using the technique Explosive Burst, igniting it right as he was about to hit his opponent. Hence, the deep rumble of the explosion and the clanging sound of weapon collision occurred almost at the same time.

"Boom——" The sword broke and the undead went flying, black smoke billowing off its body as it was flung backward into the guarding wraith warriors. From shoulder to lower abdomen, a great gash opened, wraith energy gushing out frantically, clearly a grievous wound.

At the same time, Long Dangdang flung his Glorious Class longsword, as a great swathe of black mist surged out, enshrouding the entire battlefield. The low-level magic, Dark Clouds Overhead, condensed darkness elements and obscured the enemies’ senses. With his cultivation, casting such a spell was virtually instantaneous. If it was to be a melee battle, then chaos must reign — he couldn’t possibly allow the other undead to gang up on him! Fearless as he was, being surrounded would inevitably lead to him revealing too much.

The Sorcery Demon King was by now suspended high above in the sky. As the battleground below became engulfed in dark mists, his gaze shifted in that direction. Such low-level magic naturally could not hinder his perception; he could sense that the combat down below had commenced. Only a single king remained tucked away in a corner, reining in his aura, not joining the fray. Very cagey, but also very smart.

Long Dangdang had learned the tactics of rashness and caution, respectively, from Hai Jifeng and Na Ye. His summarized experience told him that one must be brash when it’s time to be brash, and cautious when it’s time to be cautious.

He wasn’t afraid of being observed by the Sorcery Demon King. So what if I am hiding? It’s about being the last one standing, not about how to win.