Chapter 127: Gune Takes the Stage

Indeed, the newcomer was none other than Nigel.

"Yes! Long time no see. In just one year, you've become so powerful." Nigel sighed softly, his gaze sweeping over Gune.

"Senior, have you not broken through yet?" Gune asked quietly after looking at Nigel.

"I was about to break through, but the higher-ups said this trip to the Elemental Forbidden Ground required top-tier sixth-rank experts, so I suppressed my realm," Nigel said softly.

"That old man is strong, but he's not my target. Senior, you should go."

"I was thinking the same." Nigel smiled.

Then he looked up at the hunched old man who had already entered the battlefield and said softly,

"That old bastard is called 'Qisha'—a vicious and ruthless fellow. He escaped from me twice before, but this time he won't get away."

With that, Nigel stepped forward.

Moments later, Nigel's figure appeared on the projection.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The wind howled, sweeping up countless blades of grass from the ground, carrying them into the black mist where they vanished.

The ground, already scarred and battered, revealed black rock and soil beneath the black grass.

It was as if this entire world had only one color: black.

"Qisha, you won't escape this time."

Feeling the wind against his face, Nigel said calmly.

"Nigel, I knew you'd be here." Qisha laughed darkly, a chilling sound.

"But do you know why I still dared to come in?"

"Because today, I'm going to kill you."

As the words fell, Qisha transformed into a streak of blood-red light and charged.

"I came prepared!"

While charging, Qisha roared hoarsely.

"Boom!"

The moment they clashed, a terrifying shockwave erupted, blasting across a radius of over thirty meters. All the black weeds within thirty meters were instantly uprooted.

Then,

Boom, boom, boom...

Explosions rang out one after another, surging wildly.

The two immediately plunged into a frenzied battle.

Watching their fight, Gune narrowed his eyes, closely following the situation.

Soon, Gune noticed something: the man called Qisha was growing more powerful with each passing moment, every strike seemingly light yet delivering explosive force.

Nigel began to be suppressed.

And as time passed, Qisha's attacks grew fiercer.

At the same time, his speed and the unpredictability of his attacks also gradually increased.

Nigel was now completely suppressed.

In fact, under the relentless assault, Nigel had no chance to counterattack, and even his movements of attack and dodge began to slow.

"Nigel, today is your death day," Qisha said in a low, sinister voice amid his continuous attacks.

"Qisha, have you finally finished forging your Furnace Heart?" Even while being suppressed and slightly injured, Nigel remained composed.

"You know it."

"What a pity." Nigel's voice was a little hoarse, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Still talking tough? My Furnace Heart, attuned to my bloodline power, is unstoppable even with your increased strength."

"Fool, you should know that some things are very effective against your Furnace Heart—for example..."

Suddenly lunging forward, Nigel secretly activated a peculiar item in his hand. It was a worn-looking mechanical pocket watch.

As the pocket watch was wound,

Qisha's expression changed drastically, and his attack abruptly halted.

In a duel between experts, that momentary pause was fatal.

Nigel slammed his palm heavily onto Qisha's chest.

"Boom!"

Qisha's entire body crashed to the ground.

"Damn it... you..."

Amid the roar of Qisha, Nigel pressed forward again.

Following an especially fierce exchange of blows.

Qisha was beaten back repeatedly, even the clothes on his body were torn apart, revealing the mechanical scales on his torso.

One could faintly see that at the position of his heart was a high-temperature furnace.

"A mechanical lifeform modification?" This sight secretly startled Gune.

As the battle entered its most heated state.

Terrifying shockwaves around the two men piled up layer upon layer.

Finally, they exploded with a bang.

When the ripples dissipated.

Nigel, not lightly injured, stood amidst the ruins to one side.

And the stooped old man called Qisha had already lost all signs of life.

His furnace heart was clearly shattered.

After scanning Qisha's body back and forth, Nigel slowly withdrew his gaze.

At this moment, the distant Death had already collected Qisha's corpse and dissipated soul, and stepped aside.

Nigel did not delay; he directly entered the mountain path and then disappeared from sight.

"He only knows how to use magical items; otherwise, this Nigel would surely have died in there today."

At this, a strongman from the Evil God side said coldly.

"That's not necessarily so." A strongman from the Transcendent Association side retorted with a smile.

"That pocket watch that restrains mechanical creatures is not easy to use, and how do you know that Nigel doesn't have a trump card up his sleeve?"

"If it came down to a final showdown, Qisha would still have to die; the magical item just sped up the process."

With three consecutive victories, the Transcendent Association's momentum grew even stronger.

Even smiles appeared on the faces of many strongmen.

"Mentor, let me go!"

At this moment, from the crowd behind the Transcendent Association, a young alien bearing a sword condensed from radiant light spoke softly.

This alien youth was thin, his skin like matte silver-gray metal, and his face, arms, and limbs were all sharp metallic angles, as if he were forged from a sharp sword's edge.

When this youth spoke.

Not far away, "Deus," bearing a dark-light war blade, glanced over.

"Pasta can't hold back either?"

Deus knew well that this Pasta was a top-tier genius no weaker than himself, a prodigy with hopes of walking the path of the "Saint Rank" in the future.

The earlier Nigel, a peak sixth-order powerhouse of this world, though strong, was only somewhat threatening to them.

This level of battle was merely a slight challenge for them.

"Go, be careful, don't underestimate the enemy." Pasta's mentor nodded slightly.

"I know."

Nodding, Pasta walked forward directly.

"It's about time I took the stage."

Although he didn't know the other's name, when Gune saw the alien young strongman bearing the "Cursed Sword" step forward, he had an idea.

Gune had been waiting for a long time precisely to snipe experts from the alien starry sky.

He also wanted to test the strength of these alien geniuses and the profound texts in their possession.

When he neared the vortex, the alien genius's gaze swept over the many high-level transcendents behind the Transcendent Association's strongmen, and then he chuckled lightly.

"Those who aren't afraid of death, come on."

An air of arrogance suffused his brows, overbearing and aggressive.

As his words fell, Gune raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"You know what? There really is someone who isn't afraid of death."

"Senior, I'm going up." Gune said in a low voice to Zul'Elemen.

"Mm." Zul'Elemen nodded lightly.

Then Gune walked forward.

As Gune moved, the alien swordsman Pasta looked over.

After staring at Gune for a moment, the alien swordsman stepped into the vortex.

Gune, following, also entered the vortex.