Chapter 275: Chapter275-The Terrifying Julian—An Instant Kill!

"Now then, may the Canaan Starfield send a powerhouse forward to conduct the blind draw."

The moment the Oracle-grade from the Budelica Starfield finished speaking, countless gazes immediately fell upon the Canaan Starfield’s seats.

"Don’t draw me. Don’t draw me..."

The powerhouses from the other starfields silently prayed in their hearts. Some clasped their hands together, some bit their lips, and some even closed their eyes.

"Draw me! That way, I won’t need to fight in the Elimination Round. I can advance directly."

There were also powerhouses who thought this way, their eyes flashing with scorching light as they eagerly hoped to be the first one selected.

"It would be best if they draw a Nine-Star powerhouse. That would make wagering much easier."

Those who had their sights set on the betting opportunity were already calculating the odds in their minds.

...

At the Canaan Starfield’s seats, Chanelle gave a slight nod to one of the powerhouses beside him.

The expression of that powerhouse stiffened. Left with no choice, he rose to his feet and flew over to the Oracle-grade from the Budelica Starfield.

Daniel recognized him.

As fellow contestants representing the Canaan Starfield, they had naturally taken note of one another’s information to some extent.

Hosek.

Combat Power Rating: Eight Stars.

He was an elite personally cultivated by the Gold-Grade Sacred Mountain.

Daniel pondered inwardly.

Eight Stars. He isn’t weak at all!

As long as his luck was not atrocious enough for him to run into one of the Nine-Star powerhouses from another starfield, his chances of victory were still quite high.

"What a pity."

James suddenly sighed.

Daniel and Mosi both turned to look at him.

"If only I knew Grand Prophecy, or if I had mastered the Law of Fate..."

A dreamy expression appeared on James’s face as he sighed wistfully.

"Then I would be able to foresee the outcome of every match in advance. Betting would be nothing more than a casual wave of my hand."

"Foolish fantasy."

Mosi spoke coldly.

"Heh..."

Daniel secretly laughed in his heart.

With Millionfold Boost in his possession, he could simply place wagers on both sides. No matter who won or lost, he would ultimately receive rewards amplified a millionfold.

That was far more practical than any Law of Fate.

...

After Hosek finished drawing a number, he froze in place as though he had just been struck by lightning.

At the same time, a burst of laughter erupted throughout the arena.

Hosek’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"My Fortune Points are absolutely rotten today."

He wished he could chop off his own hand.

"Of all people, I had to draw a Nine-Star powerhouse—Julian..."

"It’s over."

His limbs turned ice-cold.

The Samuel Starfield possessed two great Nine-Star powerhouses: Flora Winter and Julian.

Hosek’s luck was truly remarkable. On the very first blind draw, he had managed to run headfirst into a Nine-Star powerhouse.

"Julian’s throwing knives never miss."

Some powerhouses began whispering among themselves.

"It is said that every enemy who has witnessed him make a move is already dead."

"Julian is definitely among the most terrifying of all Nine-Star powerhouses."

"Hahahaha... Look at that guy from the Canaan Starfield. He looks like he’s about to cry."

"Sigh. Such is the fate of the weak!"

The powerhouses who had been waiting for an opportunity to place wagers became even more excited.

"Hahaha! That unlucky bastard from the Canaan Starfield actually drew a Nine-Star powerhouse!"

"Bet on Julian. This is guaranteed profit!"

"Tsk, tsk. There is practically no suspense in this match."

"Unfortunately, the odds are too low. There isn’t much profit to be made."

...

Daniel was also hesitating.

Placing wagers on both sides would certainly bring him tremendous profit, but Hosek’s luck was simply too terrible.

Facing a Nine-Star powerhouse in the very first match meant that his chances of winning were nearly zero.

Daniel did not believe Hosek had any possibility of turning the tables either.

A Nine-Star powerhouse was an existence on the same level as James and Mosi.

When one considered the gap between Hosek and the likes of James and Mosi, it was far greater than a mere star or two.

"I’ll just bet on Julian, then."

Daniel reached into his personal space and withdrew all the Source Crystals he had on him.

Source Crystals were the hard currency of the Endless Starsea, standing at the absolute summit of its monetary system.

[Ding! You have wagered one unit of Source Crystals.]

All of Daniel’s equipment, skill books, Light Crystals, Star Crystals, and other miscellaneous possessions combined were worth no more than a single unit of Source Crystals.

"I’m placing the bet."

He did not hesitate at all.

If he won this wager, taking the odds into account and then applying Millionfold Boost on top of that...

Tsk, tsk, tsk...

...

Samuel Starfield

With a flash, Julian appeared inside the magic array, standing face-to-face with Hosek.

Daniel carefully studied Julian.

Only a few brief lines regarding him had been recorded on the battle roster.

Of the Samuel Starfield’s two Nine-Star powerhouses, Flora was female, while Julian was male.

Julian had shoulder-length hair and sharply defined facial features, as though his face had been carved with a blade and chisel.

However, his face was covered in unkempt stubble, while his eyes were dull and lifeless, as though his soul had wandered far beyond his body.

There was an indescribably gloomy air surrounding him.

"Canaan Starfield, Hosek!"

Hosek drew in a deep breath.

Boom!

His aura erupted violently. At the same time, he activated his defensive skills, wrapping himself tightly in layers of protection.

Facing a Nine-Star powerhouse, he did not dare show the slightest negligence.

All he asked was to devote his full strength to defense, steadily make it through the battle, and then allow the match to come to an end.

"Samuel..."

Julian spoke very slowly.

"Julian..."

Whoosh—!

The gray, lifeless eyes of Julian suddenly erupted with astonishing brilliance, like a spring of living water surging forth from a stagnant, dead pool.

Whoosh—!

A streak of light flashed.

It seemed to descend from the heavens, yet at the same time, it seemed to erupt from the earth itself.

Pfft!

The light flickered.

Julian had made his move.

A tiny red dot, no larger than the tip of a needle, suddenly appeared on Hosek’s throat!

The red dot rapidly spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, stretching into a thin red line.

Gradually, the red line split open.

Blood seeped out from the fissure, flowing down Hosek’s neck.

Julian did not even spare Hosek a glance.

In the blink of an eye, his body vanished from inside the magic array.

The seemingly absent-minded and dazed Julian had casually claimed a life as though it meant nothing at all.

Boom—!

In the next moment, Hosek’s body collapsed heavily onto the ground.

The vitality in his eyes vanished like a candle extinguished by a gust of wind, disappearing in an instant.

Hosek was dead.

"Samuel Starfield, Julian wins."

The Oracle-grade presiding over the match loudly announced the victor.

Yet even at this moment, not a single contestant had managed to clearly see how Julian had attacked.

The might of his throwing knife was actually this terrifying!

Hosek’s defensive equipment and defensive skills, despite belonging to an Eight-Star powerhouse, had been cut through as easily as a sharp blade passing through a thin sheet of paper.

No.

It had been even more effortless than that!

The speed of his attack was beyond anything words could describe. It had been so fast that their gazes had not even had time to shift, so fast that even their thoughts could not catch up!

A bone-chilling coldness swept across the backs of every contestant like an invisible tide.

"If we were the ones facing him... we would not be able to dodge that knife either."

Someone spoke in a trembling voice, a trace of despair hidden within it.

"Julian... is far too unfathomable."

The powerhouses from the other starfields stared in shock, their pupils reflecting the pool of blood inside the magic array that had yet to dry.

"Hosek was an Eight-Star powerhouse! An Eight-Star powerhouse! Yet he was killed without the slightest ability to fight back!"

The gathered contestants stared blankly at the place where Hosek had fallen.

"As expected of one of the most terrifying existences among them. Julian is truly horrifying!"

Someone murmured, his voice filled with reverence.

The various starfields had battled one another for countless ages. No one knew how many powerhouses had died beneath one another’s blades.

Everyone present had already prepared themselves for the possibility of dying in battle.

Thus, no one found Hosek’s death unexpected.

The Endless Starsea did not believe in tears.

It believed only in blood!