Deities: Starting From Goblins

Chapter 824: Chapter 487: Spear of the Progenitor_2

Logan slowly descended from mid-air, his eyes coldly fixed on the direction of the Elder from the Fire Cloud Heinous Sect.

“According to the rules of the competition, Fire Cloud Heinous has lost,” he stated.

The Elder nodded gloomily.

Compared to the rewards of this competition, preserving the Sect’s Holy Son was of paramount importance.

“Very well, with that settled, we now have our third-place victor of the competition!”

Although the top three champions had been decided, those behind who had yet to determine their victories and defeats were still in contention.

Beyond the top three, the awards for different rankings varied, and a higher rank meant a better halo and more prizes.

Although the root cause of the injury had not been reached, the contest had indeed consumed a great deal of spiritual power, as well as many Spirit Stones, to barely secure the victory.

Logan coughed twice with his fist to his lips and then left the field to rest.@@novelbin@@

The City Lord approached with a keen insight.

“I knew you were strong, but I didn’t expect you to be that formidable, even defeating a Ninth Level Saint Seat from Fire Cloud Heinous,” he said.

Logan shook his head; his throat was filled with fresh blood, and speaking would make him cough it up, so he quietly focused on his recovery.

The City Lord didn’t fault him for his silence, understanding that the competition’s intensity was perhaps challenging for Logan.

Remembering that it was through Spirit Stones that Logan managed to inflict such damage, the City Lord’s heart tightened. He knew that Logan had already expended many Spirit Stones in the past contest, which might not be sufficient for the upcoming top three battles.

“Here, take some of the Spirit Stones I have on hand for now,” he offered.

Without a need for Logan to say much, the City Lord already stood supportively behind him, for which Logan felt immensely grateful.

They were all unaware whether the top three contests would take place immediately or in the afternoon, so they seized the opportunity to rest a bit longer.

Snow Wood, who had claimed the first place with ease, looked over at Logan with a slight frown.

She had seen that Logan had exhausted his trump cards to deal with Fire Cloud Heinous and was now surely gravely injured. In the upcoming top three fights, he would likely struggle to muster his strength.

She had intended to offer Logan her sympathies, but was stopped by an Elder from the Snow Sky Sect, who instructed her on what to pay attention to in the top three contests.

Seeing this, Snow Wood could only give up and attentively listen to her Sect predecessor’s teachings.

Luke Skyward from the Sky Demon Sect, also resting offstage, licked the corner of his lips. He looked every bit the part of a demon from the Demon Path, with Demonic Qi flowing around him. Yet, in terms of appearance alone, he could captivate any woman Cultivator.

The Sect Leader of the Sky Demon Sect, his Master, stood beside him, following his gaze to Logan, whose mouth corner still had traces of blood.

“So that’s the brat opposing our Sky Demon Sect, isn’t it? Show no mercy on stage, and once this battle is over, he’ll be dead or at least crippled. If the competition’s referees come after us, I’ll cover for you. However, it’s best not to let that boy grow any further,” he said.

The Sect Leader of the Sky Demon Sect had already witnessed the tremendous power Logan demonstrated in an out-of-category fight.

Even though he was still unclear about the reason behind such a power increase by setting up an array, he definitely wouldn’t allow such a person to grow and become a future threat to the Sky Demon Sect.

Luke Skyward dismissed the matter with a wave of his hand, seemingly unconcerned.

“Understood. Sometimes I’m quite curious how a mere Second Level Saint Seat could make it to the top three of the tournament. I actually want to meet him,” he said casually.

The Sect Leader of the Sky Demon Sect furrowed his brow slightly.

Ever since Logan defeated Fire Cloud Heinous by crossing categories, he had felt that Logan was not simple.

“Don’t forget that he was capable of defeating Fire Cloud Heinous. If you’re not careful, you might also lose to him, and then our Sky Demon Sect will certainly not let you off lightly,” he warned.

As the Sect Leader of the Sky Demon Sect and Luke Skyward’s Master, he always exercised a balance of benevolence and authority.

But Luke was a defiant character who disliked being lectured like this, so he snorted coldly, his fists clenched in impatience.

“I get it. It’s just defeating that trash Fire Cloud Heinous. If it were me, I could definitely beat him too.”

Indeed, although on normal days Luke Skyward and the representatives of the Sky Demon Sect seemed to have comparable strength, the leader of the Sky Demon Sect believed that when Luke Skyward revealed his final trump cards, the Sky Demon Sect’s representatives would definitely not be his match.

Apart from the top three, the ranks of fourth to tenth were also gradually decided, and the host announced to everyone with a beaming smile,

“In the previous round of competition, the names of the top three have been determined. The first place goes to Snow Wood from the Snow Sky Sect, second place to Luke Skyward from the Sky Demon Sect, and third place to Logan from the City Lord’s Mansion.”

Once the host had finished announcing, many began to look forward to the upcoming contest among the top three.

What took them by surprise was that Logan had managed to hold on to the top three. This cultivator, who no one had initially had high hopes for, emerged as a dark horse on the field that could not be ignored with his irresistible momentum.

“However, we have decided to conduct this final round of the competition in the afternoon, as the competitors also need time to rest,” the host said before adding another statement.

“Also, we will open up the last betting pool, and we hope everyone places their bets generously. The base amount for the betting pool is—thirty million medium-grade Spirit Stones!”

Upon hearing this, many onlookers were stunned, not anticipating that the organizers would play such a big hand this time.

A base chip of thirty million medium-grade Spirit Stones—after the bets increased, it would reach at least seventy to eighty million.

If one bet correctly this time, they wouldn’t have to worry about spending Spirit Stones ever again!

After scheduling the competition for the afternoon, Logan and the others went back to their accommodations to rest.

The resting place wasn’t very far but was a lounge not too distant from the competition site.

The sound insulation of the lounge was excellent; one wouldn’t be disturbed by noises from neighboring rooms.

The City Lord followed Logan into the lounge, his heart filled with indelible melancholy.

Just now, he could tell that Logan must have used a lot of Spirit Stones. Even if he were to give him tens of millions more, it still might not be enough for Logan to claim the first place.

While Logan always yearned to take first place, by this time, he had come to terms with the reality of his situation.

Facing the likes of his last opponent had already cost him nearly two-thirds of his Spirit Stones. Considering the next competitors were even more formidable, the prospect of securing first place seemed like a pipe dream.

While the two were disheartened and unsure of how to proceed with the afternoon’s competition, someone suddenly knocked at the door of the lounge.

Both turned their heads towards the doorway.

Who could be looking for them at this time? Could it be the other two contestants?

The City Lord prepared to stand and open the door, but Logan beat him to it. He nodded at him to signify that there was nothing to worry about and then went to open the door.

Standing there was an old Taoist with a head of white hair and a face covered in smiles.

Logan wouldn’t recognize him because this old Taoist was just one of the unnoticed audience members sitting in the stands.

“Young friend, I have witnessed your competition today and it was truly extraordinary. If you can secure the first place, your future is bound to be immeasurable,” the old Taoist said.

Logan didn’t speak but silently wondered who this elder was; he did not know this man or why he had suddenly come seeking him.

“May I ask who you are, senior…” Logan began, but the old Taoist shook his head and interrupted him.

“Who I am is not important. However, I have seen that you are probably unable to participate in the upcoming competition, for your body has reached its limits. Even with the enhancement of an array, it’s highly unlikely for you to take first place.”

Logan was taken aback, realizing that the secret of his power relying on array formations, a secret known only to the City Lord, had been discerned by this unexpected visitor as well.

It was clear that the old man’s strength wasn’t trivial, perhaps far surpassing his own. In the field of array formations, he was a figure not to be underestimated.

“Be that as it may, I believe it’s too premature to make such a conclusion, senior,” Logan replied, his voice slightly deeper than before, mainly because it was disconcerting that a stranger had seen through his situation and even claimed he couldn’t participate in the next match. Anybody would feel uncomfortable with such a pronouncement.