Chapter 489: Chainsaw Sword
On the grand arenaâs throne, Cassius nodded slightly and gave an approving remark: "A transformation into a dragon... now this is a match worth watching."
Langpu also stepped forward, seizing the opportunity to flatter him: "These Starfallers possessing such power... itâs all thanks to Your Majestyâs guidance."
Meanwhile, Tinia was still scratching her head in confusion. After a brief silence, she quietly asked, "Why do I smell myself on that Starfaller?"
"Could it be that heâs my blood relative?"
Perhaps reading too many novels had affected her, as Tiniaâs brilliant mind instantly conjured up a story about "a white dragon falling in love with a human and eventually giving birth to a hybrid child."
"How disgraceful... mingling with lowly humans. Itâs utterly beneath me."
"Should I... silence him? But he seems to be an undead... what do I do about that?"
Tinia rubbed her chin, seemingly deep in serious contemplation about eliminating this so-called "blood relative."
"..."
Cassius was also puzzled.
Just how did this white dragonâs brain develop?
Her intelligence was nearly on par with humans, yet her thought process remained utterly bizarre.
Meanwhile, Langpu, standing beside them, had already pulled out a silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat dripping down his forehead, a stiff, awkward smile on his grotesque face.
His expression was clear: Your Majesty, please believe meâI definitely didnât teach her to think like this!
"Vrrrâ"
A deafening noise erupted, like the wailing of a wyvern.
A figure clad in Guardian armor emergedâIron Frenzy. Attached to his left arm was a terrifying weapon.
A thick, heavy blade with serrated fangs like a tyrannosaurâs jawsâthose jagged teeth spun violently with the roar of a steam engine, producing a piercing noise.
It was a chainsaw sword!
The epitome of brutal aesthetic violenceâone swing, and no matter the monster or demon, they would be torn to shreds.
Iron Frenzy laughed maniacally and shouted toward his distant opponent, "Hahahaha! Come on! Taste my blade!"
A hundred meters away, a panting Dragon-Oath Paladin stood with his sword planted in the ground for support.
He was tall and burly, clad in thick mithril armor, wielding a greatsword and a massive shield, adorned with numerous rare equipment, radiating an aura of dominance.
This was the legendary leader of the prestigious guild [Royal Authority]âthe Empireâs Dragonblood Count, Overlord.
No matter which game he entered, he always secured the number-one spot with his immense wealth, ensuring that [Royal Authority]âs name echoed throughout the entire server.
Yet this time, in "Erezaghe", he hadnât managed to do soâonly fueling his competitive drive even more.
He had to become the champion!
Right now, Overlord was in a rather sorry state, his face twisted in frustration. "Damn it... why are these Mechanus fanatics so strong?!"
"Iâve spent way more money in Erezaghe than they have! [Royal Authority] must take the championship!"
"Boomâ"
In the distance, Iron Frenzy ignited the thrusters on his back.
He revved his chainsaw sword, charging at Overlord like a monstrous steel behemoth, trailing thick black smoke behind him.
An unstoppable force!
Overlord gritted his teeth, raising his nearly two-meter-tall steel greatshield, every muscle in his body tensing.
This was the rare-tier [Imperial Guardian], purchased from the Empireâs official shop for tens of thousands of contribution points, boasting the [Indestructible] trait.
But that wasnât all.
Aegasis Armor! Spirit Weapons!
Magical radiance flickered, a ghostly frost coating Overlord and his equipment, while a series of floating spirit weapons materialized around him.
Yet Iron Frenzy had already reached him, laughing wildly as he swung the chainsaw sword.
"Vrrrrâ"
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Sparks and silver fragments flew as a deafening sound echoed, the clash of metal reverberating through the air.
The serrated teeth of the chainsaw sword spun at high speed, effortlessly carving into Overlordâs steel greatshield.
"Impossible?!"
Overlordâs expression was one of sheer disbelief.
Iron Frenzy, however, bellowed with exhilaration, "Who gave you the courage to face me, the wielder of Guardian?!"
"Take my chainsaw sword!"
The serrated, barbed teeth spun even faster, the blade glowing red-hot as steam erupted from his arm.
"Vrrrrâ"
Accompanied by an ear-splitting noise, the steel greatshield was cleaved apart, and the wildly rotating chainsaw sword hurtled toward Overlord himself.
The floating spirit weapons slashed at Iron Frenzy, but they only left faint scratches on his armor.
"No... impossible! I spent so much moneyâ"
Overlord threw aside his expensive shield and ran for his life, casting every protective and speed-enhancing spell he had.
But how could a man on foot outrun power armor equipped with thrusters?
"Boomâ"
With a thunderous roar, Iron Frenzy burst past him, landing right in Overlordâs path.
The ground cracked, dust billowing into the air.
Facing an unarmed opponent, Iron Frenzy grinned wickedly, raising his heavy chainsaw sword and swinging it down.
The chainsaw sword traced a deadly arc through the air, its barbed teeth spinning at breakneck speed.
"VrrrrâBoom!"
Flesh and blood splattered, fragments flew everywhere.
Multiple magical barriers shattered instantly, and the thick mithril armor was ripped apart.
Overlordâs bodyâfortified by countless rare elixirsâwas brutally torn in half.
The sheer brutality of the battle sent the audience into a frenzy, cheering wildly.
"Flesh is weak, machine ascends!"
The commentatorâs voice rang with excitement: "This is the pinnacle of brutal aesthetics! Letâs congratulate Iron Frenzy on another decisive victory!"
The highly anticipated guild leader of [Royal Authority]âonce considered a top contender for the championship, a professional playerâOverlord, had been mercilessly eliminated in the round of sixty-four.
Meanwhile, Iron Frenzy once again bulldozed his way through the competition, advancing to the top thirty-two.
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
A series of explosions erupted, engulfing the battlefield in flames.
A Warrior from the Battle Master branch failed to escape in time, reduced to a charred corpse.
The commentator shouted, "A chain explosion! Congratulations to contestant Charlotte for securing the win!"
Holding a staff, Charlotte maintained a composed expression, exuding an aura of absolute control.
"Restoring the glory of the Mage Lords is our solemn duty."
"What a dull match... we might as well call it early."
"Thank you all for watching."
A tall, elegantly dressed man adjusted the silver-framed glasses on his nose, leisurely straightened his coat, and tipped his hat toward the audience.
Behind him, rolling clouds of necrotic mist surged as three fearsome undead warriors let out hoarse roars.
Within the black mist, the vice president of Arcane Coin, Moonlight, was trapped.
Wounds of blackened decay marred his body, his expression grim, his robe in tatters.
"Undead creatures of this caliber..."
Suddenly, a towering four-meter Bosque Zombie lunged forward, shattering Moonlightâs defensive barrier with a single strike.
Lackmanâs Undead Knight, mounted on a skeletal eagle, let out a chilling screech as arrows rained from above.
Meanwhile, Notteâs Undead Assassin emerged from the shadows behind Moonlight, silently driving a dagger into the mageâs back.
"Pfftâ"
Mingyue suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood before collapsing to the ground.
Rainy Fortress finally turned around, clapping his hands with a smile as he looked at the corpse shrouded in dark mist.
"As expected of my carefully nurtured âBig Three.â They ended the match thirty seconds faster than I predicted."
"Rainy Fortress is really... quite confident."
"This guy is an absolute menace."
"The lineup of his âBig Threeâ is just ridiculous. A Dragon-Oath Paladin, a skeletal wyvern knight, and an assassin? He could enter the team tournament solo."
"Mingyueâs loss is totally justified."
"Aaaaaahâ"
Born Battle Maniac howled toward the sky, his eyes bloodshot, muscles bulging, and veins protruding from his skin, which was emitting white steam.
This was the berserkerâs [Unrestrained Frenzy]!
In the distance, Holy Light Bro refused to back down. He dropped to all fours in an awkward posture and transformed into a massive owl bear, roaring furiously.
"Roarâ"
Thick vines burst from the ground like tendrils, wrapping around Born Battle Maniac. It was the power of the [Earth Circle] Druid.
"Aaaaahâ"
However, Born Battle Maniac spun in circles, wildly swinging his battle axe. The surrounding branches and vines were instantly shredded.
Growth magic and entangling spells were completely ineffective against this frenzied warrior.
He stomped the ground and leaped over ten meters high, raising his bloodstained giant axe before bringing it down with immense force.
"Boom!"
The ground trembled, and debris scattered everywhere.
The owl bear rolled away just in timeâthe strike was so powerful that it split open a deep fissure in the earth.
"Slashâ"
Another axe strike came down, forcing Holy Light Broâs owl bear form to dodge desperately.
Compared to the massive owl bear, Born Battle Maniacâcompletely immersed in his rageâfelt like the real beast.
This time, Holy Light Bro wasnât so lucky. The spinning axe struck him squarely, slicing through his thick fur.
"Awoooâ"
The owl bear let out a pained wail, knocked over by the sheer force and momentarily unable to move.
Born Battle Maniac wasnât about to let this opportunity slip away. He leaped forward, gripping his giant axe tightly.
"Aaaaahâ"
Another battle cry erupted.
His muscles bulged as he yanked the embedded axe from the owl bearâs flesh, then swung it down with all his might toward its head.
"Die!"
"Slashâ"
The sickening sound of flesh and bone being torn apart echoed as the owl bearâs enormous head was cleanly severed.
With Holy Light Broâs death, the massive, sturdy bear body transformed back into a headless humanoid corpse bathed in divine radiance.
Born Battle Maniac threw his axe to the ground, spread his arms wide, and let out another sky-shaking roar.
"Bravo!"
"Berserker Bro is unstoppable!"
"Hahaha, glory belongs to Born Battle Maniac!"
"Iâve been sick of that exhibitionist for a whileâgood job!"
The audience erupted into cheers, though some were clearly personal grievances surfacing.
"Sister Autumn Rain, youâre strong, but I wonât lose!"
"Take this!"
The Flying Witch shouted, waving her Mystic Wand.
The chaotic magic of the Wild Sorcerer surged around her once again, swirling unpredictably.
Summer Night Autumn Rainâs expression grew serious as she focused on Flying Witch, not daring to let her guard down.
Even Flying Witch herself had no idea what kind of spell would emerge next. If she accidentally triggered a high-tier spell, she might just end up screwing herself over.
Suddenly, an intense aura of death radiated from Flying Witchâs wand, sending chills down everyoneâs spines.
The ground beneath her shimmered with eerie green lines, forming a skeletal pattern.
No way...
Could it be a Death Sentence spell?
Summer Night Autumn Rainâs face changed drastically. She quickly cast a Flame Gate spell to distance herself.
"Ah."
A short, surprised gasp.
Flying Witch suddenly collapsed to the ground, her eyes dull, body stiff, and breathing stopped.
Summer Night Autumn Rainâand the entire audienceâstared in confusion.
Did... Flying Witch just die?
If they could see her combat log, it would have shown:
[53-54, you cast a Death Magic Array centered on yourself.]
Even the commentatorâs mind went blank, falling into silence.
"That was... uh, quite an unexpected battle. Letâs congratulate Summer Night Autumn Rain on her victory."
"Wait, thatâs it?"
"So... Flying Witch killed herself?"
"Yeah, thatâs exactly what I expect from a Wild Sorcerer."
"Man, you really canât trust a Wild Sorcerer in a team fight. Sheâd wipe out her own team in an instant."
Over the course of the day, thirty-two intense and thrilling battles unfolded in the Grand Arena.
The audience discussions grew increasingly passionate.
"That guy from the Machine Cult is ridiculously strong..."
"Dudeâs basically a walking Gundam. Who the hell can beat him?"
"Yeah, after all those upgrades, his Guardian Armor is absurdly powerful now."
"Iâm going all-in on Iron Frenzy this time."
"I still think S-God will take the championship!"
"Chill, Singoâs fanboys. Your boy used every trick just to beat Mantou, while Iron Frenzy absolutely demolished Overlord."
"Shut up, S-God was holding back. He couldâve just kited Mantou to death. That final duel was just for show."
"Heh, I just donât like Singoâs cowardly fighting style. Always flying around instead of actually engaging. No entertainment value. Look at Iron Frenzyâevery punch lands!"
"Oh please, arenât you just a Machine Cult fanboy? Without his armor, Iron Frenzy wouldnât even beat Mantou."
"You wouldnât beat Mantou either!"
"Oh? Someoneâs getting defensive."
Besides Iron Frenzyâs victory over Overlord and Singoâs defeat of Mantou, Charlotte eliminated Sky Sword Pavilionâs guild leader Tian Xingjian with chain explosions, while Rainy Fortress secured a win over Mingyue using the âBig Three.â
And Flying Witch... well, she eliminated herself.
With only two days left until the server shut down, only 32 players remained in the tournament.
By this stage, those relying on luck had long been eliminatedâevery remaining player was max level.
Each of them was a master in their own right, their combat techniques dazzling the audience.
The championship was within reach.
Among the discussions on player strength, two names burned the hottest: Iron Frenzy and Singo.
According to the Empireâs official betting odds, Iron Frenzy led with a 1.9 payout, while Singo followed closely at 3.5.
As for Overlord, who was once the favorite to winâeven surpassing Iron Frenzy in oddsâhe had already been eliminated.