Ashen Dragon-Chapter 512 - 417 Intense Battle

Chapter 512: Chapter 417: Intense Battle

Chapter 512 -417: Intense Battle

With a command from the emperor, the grand finals began, and the massive arena erupted, tens of thousands of people shouting wildly within it.

Cassius casually sat on the throne, leaning on his right hand, overlooking the passionate crowd.

“After history was altered by magic, who will be the first champion?”

“I’m kind of looking forward to it.”

In fact, Cassius was also quite curious about who would win the championship.

In the original history, “Erezer” didn’t have so many players, and the president of Royalty, Tyrant, won the championship undoubtedly by spending a lot of money in real life.

But the Empire’s emergence brought revolutionary changes to the Northern Wind and Cloud version.

The emergence of various faction subclasses, changes in quest lines, the rise of magical industries…

The current situation in the Anzeta Great Wilderness had little relation to the history Cassius remembered.

This was a brand new journey.

Cassius didn’t like predestined fate, it was too heavy and made him feel out of control.

He enjoyed the feeling of changing destiny and even holding history in his own hands.

Looking towards the players’ seats below the stage, those who had stood out were already preparing for the upcoming battles, their fighting spirits high.

Cassius turned his head and smiled at the white-haired girl beside him, asking casually, “Tiniya, who do you think will win the championship?”

Tiniya looked at the players disdainfully, muttering, “Master, why didn’t you let me participate? I could win the championship too.”

She extended her hand and clenched it fiercely, “These weaklings, I could crush them into meat patties with just one claw.”

As she spoke, Tiniya’s expression became obsessed, immersed in her own world.

“Then I could get the championship’s gold coin and gain your favor, hehehe…”

“…”

Cassius turned his head speechlessly, continuing to watch the competition.

Expecting anything sensible from this white beast’s dragon mouth was indeed a delusion.

It was better to watch the competition.

“Flesh is weak, mechanical ascension! Crazy Brother is the champion!”

“S God is invincible!”

“The glory belongs to the Natural War Maniac!”

“Royalty’s glory, heroes’ immortality! The champion can only be from our Royalty!”

The cheers of various star players’ support groups rise and fall, starting a war of words over the championship’s ownership.

Under the Empire’s official arrangements, the final 128 players began to draw lots to select their opponents and determine the order of appearance.

This competition would proceed in seven rounds, adopting the most brutal elimination system; losing one match meant the end of their competition career.

Therefore, the drawing of lots became quite important too.

Players with bad luck could continuously draw strong opponents, being forced to reveal their trump cards early.

—Like the famous “Unlucky” Charlotte.

Surrounded by numerous [Magic Coin] members, he looked at the copper plate in his hand that read “Mighty Heavenly Dragon” and couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

“Sigh, I’m used to it.”

Charlotte let out a long sigh.

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This cruel world was always so unfriendly to the unlucky ones.

Mighty Heavenly Dragon was the president of [Shaolin Temple], renowned for his formidable physique, recognized as the strongest Martial Monk player at this stage.

Facing such an opponent in the first round could only be said to align with his prediction of his own luck.

The Martial Monk’s agility was very high, especially for a high-ranking monk like Mighty Heavenly Dragon, making it very unfriendly for mages who feared close combat.

Luckily, the opponent lacked counter-spell methods.

It was still winnable.

Charlotte took a deep breath, then looked at his battle order—of course, the first match.

“This is really a headache. If all matches encounter strong enemies like this, it wouldn’t be good if they figure out my spell rotation.”

“But… no one can beat a well-prepared mage master!”

The wand in his hand was entirely bright silver, with complex hollow patterns at the top, emitting a bright blue light.

—It was a Rare Level equipment, the [Battle Mage Wand].

Its effect was simple but practical, allowing the holder’s spells to have tracking and cover-penetration capabilities, finding targets in complex battlefields.

Charlotte tightly gripped his wand, his expression somewhat serious.

“First to fight and facing a tough opponent. The reputation of Magic Coin rests on me!”

“President, go for it!”

“Keep that monk controlled to death!”

“Recasting the mage master’s glory is our unwavering duty!”

Magic Coin’s members cheered one after another, rooting passionately for their president.

As the president of one of the Four Great Nobles, Charlotte’s strength was formidable.

Moreover, for mages, financial strength was an important part of their power, and [Magic Coin]’s financial resources were quite abundant.

On the other side of the player seats, [Shaolin Temple]’s players were also filled with excitement, their blood boiling.

“Brother Dragon, you are the strongest!”

“Abbot, how can a mere mage compete with our well-tempered bodies!”

“Weakling, that mage named Charlotte is a weakling! Use your fists to smash him apart!”

Mighty Heavenly Dragon rubbed his shiny bald head, clasping his fists towards the players supporting him, “I will do my best!”

He grinned, revealing a set of neat and white teeth, “Let them—witness the power of the Sanda Monk!”

The commentator’s passionate voice echoed throughout the arena.

“In this competition, with His Majesty Cassius personally present, I believe everyone will give their hundred percent to fight for the glorious championship position!”