At the Continent Martial Arts Competition site, in the arena.

Bai Xing didn't seem human at all, but rather a messenger of the Holy Spirit descended to earth, surrounded by an Ethereal Energy Sword Formation. Anyone who got close would be instantly shredded into pieces.

Not even getting close; it was impossible to know just how strong the magical armor she summoned was, because Louis couldn't even touch her.

According to the rules set by the Tower Alliance, magic techniques are categorized into levels. Some techniques, even if demanding high "concentration" and being powerful, are considered low-level because they lack complexity and depth.

All the techniques Bai Xing released were advanced techniques; it was unimaginable how strong her "concentration" and depth of analysis of various techniques were.

Truly powerful magicians, aside from being proficient in multiple techniques, also create their own magic. Only at this level can one be considered a master.

For example, former Tower Alliance member and political criminal Pedan, who self-developed the Senluo Death Technique.

Also, former Tower Alliance member Funeral Coffin Mo'er, who self-developed the Heavenly Corpse Ghost Technique.

Of course, these two were Black Mages specializing in Necromancy, belonging to the underworld wars. Such techniques are too dark to be displayed publicly and are controlled by the rules set by the Eleven Towers.

This is Bai Xing's true strength. The audience seemed to understand her purpose in joining the Continent Martial Arts Competition. Bai Xing possesses techniques that others cannot replicate, unwilling to share and seeking protection from the Royal Court might be one reason.

Heavenly Realm Spiritual Energy and Chaos Cloak are unheard-of techniques, not belonging to the category of Black Magic.

Bai Xing's body emitted explosive magic power, pulling out trails of gray light. Wherever the so-called Chaos Cloak passed, strange crimson flames burned.

Providing Bai Xing extremely terrifying mobility, she herself seemed not only a master-level caster but also close to perfection in martial arts, with exaggerated physical qualities that previously didn't rely on these to reach the top sixteen.

This is not a battle; it's a one-sided crush and mockery.

Such high mobility isn't at all inferior to that of Clement earlier.

Bai Xing recklessly advanced, sword light and fire streaking, slashing Louis, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

Even with standard equipment having anti-magic effects, Bai Xing's weapon-embedded Elemental Power was overwhelmingly potent, shaking Louis to the point his tiger mouth went numb, the sword hilt grew scorching hot, and like an electric shock, made his hand holding the sword feel achy and sluggish.

With strength waning and Bai Xing's offensive intensifying, it was just a game. She even slowed down a bit, darting from all directions, not aiming for critical points but merely weakening his strength.

Louis truly was being whipped like a spinning top.

After dozens of rounds, he was exhausted, played into melee, being ridiculed. Similar to concentration and physical strength, they get depleted, having limits, and excessive consumption leads not only to scattered focus but even to fainting, mental breakdown, or instant death risk.

Louis held on for two or three minutes, but this girl didn't even show the bottom of her concentration, maintaining all states like a bottomless pit.

Appearing bored, Bai Xing stood, allowing Louis to slash.

Louis found an opening, the magic sword blade barrier's gap, and swung a counter-strike toward the chest and abdomen's critical points.

But the blade protection spun faster suddenly, disarming him, and sending him flying ten meters.

Louis was left unarmed.

The result was already obvious.

"Do you want to continue?"

Bai Xing dispelled all ongoing magic, reverting to her Highway Ranger look with a plunging neckline jacket and short leather shorts.

She struck a fighting stance, stepping side-to-side lightly, fists clenching up and down.

"Advanced Gravity,

Blood and Flesh Enhancement,

Chaos Flames."

Bai Xing didn't mind playing around with Louis some more.

Louis felt he encountered a ghost; indeed, like a Highway Ranger from a novel, you've mastered every skill, just short of saving the world and getting the beauty. What else is there to play? You're the protagonist, while I'm just a minor official enjoying my salary, what's left to risk?

"I've lost..."

Louis wore a sorrowful face, never expecting to be defeated by a charismatic young lady.

Even though most Continent Martial Arts Competition champions are male, among so many tournaments held, only three women have taken the crown.

Yet Bai Xing's popularity remained high, now reaching the peak. Beautiful and kind-hearted, capable and confident, her personality perfectly aligns with universal values and the ranger persona. Who wouldn't love that?

In the initial interview among the thousand participants at the Continent Martial Arts Competition, she claimed to be a ranger, ridiculed for showing off her arrogance. Yet now, the situation has completely reversed.

She's truly the late 27th-century ranger legend, just waiting for the end of the world to save it.

"Highway Ranger Bai Xing claimed victory. After other group matches conclude, she will compete with Xiao Long for the final spot in the showcase. Bai Xing contestant, please return to the special seat and rest. Let's proceed with the second group match."

The female host then introduced the second group contestants, Dead Dance Julius and Corpse Collector Calvin.

The battle for the final spot continues.

The second group fought fiercely, really feared they'd blow the arena apart.

But the organizers had considered these issues; court mages had laid out barrier protections along the field's edges.

Meanwhile, Saleret and Kai Deng paid no attention to the fight in the arena, focusing CPU limits, advancing cautiously.

Kai Deng sat nervously, biting her fingernails.

The match list was out, the streak of luck was that she'd fight her old acquaintance Ivanovic, an old friend from the Thief Guild. The talk wasn't about killing but about lending a hand when needed.

The situation now is that making the top sixteen is enough to infiltrate the court as an official, but the talking power is limited to that. To make others listen to you, just a pat on the shoulder isn't enough.

To claim the championship, talking power must be adequate.

Must strive for higher seats, her eyes searching towards the special seat on the other side where Ivanovic was cheerfully with the Royal City Army.

An idea struck, involve Ivanovic, let him take a share of Alicia's benefits, allow him the spot.

Netherworld Envoy suddenly focused power releasing killing intent.

Ivanovic abruptly turned his head, staring dazedly at Kai Deng.

Kai Deng was skilled at everything.

"[Wait until the arena, don't rush. I'll give you a good deal.]"

Kai Deng signed in hand gestures.

Ivanovic had taken many jobs from the Thief Guild, knowing some higher-ups. He found Kai Deng familiar, also knowing her background.

But Ivanovic didn't understand sign language, only maintaining his good-natured image, shrugging helplessly.

Kai Deng's ambiguous move was halted by the Royal City Army, telling her to behave.

However, it didn't matter, the signal had been sent.

Saleret, sitting in the special seat, was observing the movements at the Royal Family's seat area.

The Forbidden Army Instructor Wicks leaned next to Phoenix, murmuring something, while Phoenix nodded with a serious expression.

At the Royal Family's seat.

Ben truly listened to Wicks's orders, saying nothing, half-kneeling, bowing his head. He was in the first family's royal area, couldn't be joking, truly a prince.

"I see, you were once a thief of the Thief Guild. Alright, I have pardoned all your past crimes. Now tell me everything about Alicia."

Phoenix knew his father's intention was to make a name for himself; if the matter of the Overlord Descendant could be resolved along the way, it would further establish his readiness to rule.

Ben finally looked up but also glanced at Wicks, deeply understanding that fear wasn't for officials but for those who manage, intending to follow Wicks, lifting him up.

"What is it?"

Phoenix also understood the trend, not flaunting his prince status, knowing the political structure on Lostra's side was extremely populist, even with an elected prime minister. Aran's military pressure might need adjustment.

"Speak when told."

Wicks was speechless, wondering what nonsense this fool was up to.

"Your subject will report truthfully to His Highness."

Ben just managed to maintain the plan–through face.

Announce to the world! I am the Holy Britannian Empire Emperor! World bow down!

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