Chapter 489: Chainsaw Sword
On the grand arena's throne, Cassius nodded slightly and gave an approving remark: "A transformation into a dragon… now this is a match worth watching."
Langpu also stepped forward, seizing the opportunity to flatter him: "These Starfallers possessing such power… it's all thanks to Your Majesty's guidance."
Meanwhile, Tinia was still scratching her head in confusion. After a brief silence, she quietly asked, "Why do I smell myself on that Starfaller?"
"Could it be that he's my blood relative?"
Perhaps reading too many novels had affected her, as Tinia's brilliant mind instantly conjured up a story about "a white dragon falling in love with a human and eventually giving birth to a hybrid child."
"How disgraceful… mingling with lowly humans. It's utterly beneath me."
"Should I… silence him? But he seems to be an undead… what do I do about that?"
Tinia rubbed her chin, seemingly deep in serious contemplation about eliminating this so-called "blood relative."
"..."
Cassius was also puzzled.
Just how did this white dragon's brain develop?
Her intelligence was nearly on par with humans, yet her thought process remained utterly bizarre.
Meanwhile, Langpu, standing beside them, had already pulled out a silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat dripping down his forehead, a stiff, awkward smile on his grotesque face.
His expression was clear: Your Majesty, please believe me—I definitely didn't teach her to think like this!
"Vrrr—"
A deafening noise erupted, like the wailing of a wyvern.
A figure clad in Guardian armor emerged—Iron Frenzy. Attached to his left arm was a terrifying weapon.
A thick, heavy blade with serrated fangs like a tyrannosaur's jaws—those jagged teeth spun violently with the roar of a steam engine, producing a piercing noise.
It was a chainsaw sword!
The epitome of brutal aesthetic violence—one swing, and no matter the monster or demon, they would be torn to shreds.
Iron Frenzy laughed maniacally and shouted toward his distant opponent, "Hahahaha! Come on! Taste my blade!"
A hundred meters away, a panting Dragon-Oath Paladin stood with his sword planted in the ground for support.
He was tall and burly, clad in thick mithril armor, wielding a greatsword and a massive shield, adorned with numerous rare equipment, radiating an aura of dominance.
This was the legendary leader of the prestigious guild [Royal Authority]—the Empire's Dragonblood Count, Overlord.
No matter which game he entered, he always secured the number-one spot with his immense wealth, ensuring that [Royal Authority]'s name echoed throughout the entire server.
Yet this time, in "Erezaghe", he hadn't managed to do so—only fueling his competitive drive even more.
He had to become the champion!
Right now, Overlord was in a rather sorry state, his face twisted in frustration. "Damn it… why are these Mechanus fanatics so strong?!"
"I've spent way more money in Erezaghe than they have! [Royal Authority] must take the championship!"
"Boom—"
In the distance, Iron Frenzy ignited the thrusters on his back.
He revved his chainsaw sword, charging at Overlord like a monstrous steel behemoth, trailing thick black smoke behind him.
An unstoppable force!
Overlord gritted his teeth, raising his nearly two-meter-tall steel greatshield, every muscle in his body tensing.
This was the rare-tier [Imperial Guardian], purchased from the Empire's official shop for tens of thousands of contribution points, boasting the [Indestructible] trait.
But that wasn't all.
Aegasis Armor! Spirit Weapons!
Magical radiance flickered, a ghostly frost coating Overlord and his equipment, while a series of floating spirit weapons materialized around him.
Yet Iron Frenzy had already reached him, laughing wildly as he swung the chainsaw sword.
"Vrrrr—"
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Sparks and silver fragments flew as a deafening sound echoed, the clash of metal reverberating through the air.
The serrated teeth of the chainsaw sword spun at high speed, effortlessly carving into Overlord's steel greatshield.
"Impossible?!"
Overlord's expression was one of sheer disbelief.
Iron Frenzy, however, bellowed with exhilaration, "Who gave you the courage to face me, the wielder of Guardian?!"
"Take my chainsaw sword!"
The serrated, barbed teeth spun even faster, the blade glowing red-hot as steam erupted from his arm.
"Vrrrr—"
Accompanied by an ear-splitting noise, the steel greatshield was cleaved apart, and the wildly rotating chainsaw sword hurtled toward Overlord himself.
The floating spirit weapons slashed at Iron Frenzy, but they only left faint scratches on his armor.
"No… impossible! I spent so much money—"
Overlord threw aside his expensive shield and ran for his life, casting every protective and speed-enhancing spell he had.
But how could a man on foot outrun power armor equipped with thrusters?
"Boom—"
With a thunderous roar, Iron Frenzy burst past him, landing right in Overlord's path.
The ground cracked, dust billowing into the air.
Facing an unarmed opponent, Iron Frenzy grinned wickedly, raising his heavy chainsaw sword and swinging it down.
The chainsaw sword traced a deadly arc through the air, its barbed teeth spinning at breakneck speed.
"Vrrrr—Boom!"
Flesh and blood splattered, fragments flew everywhere.
Multiple magical barriers shattered instantly, and the thick mithril armor was ripped apart.
Overlord's body—fortified by countless rare elixirs—was brutally torn in half.
The sheer brutality of the battle sent the audience into a frenzy, cheering wildly.
"Flesh is weak, machine ascends!"
The commentator's voice rang with excitement: "This is the pinnacle of brutal aesthetics! Let's congratulate Iron Frenzy on another decisive victory!"
The highly anticipated guild leader of [Royal Authority]—once considered a top contender for the championship, a professional player—Overlord, had been mercilessly eliminated in the round of sixty-four.
Meanwhile, Iron Frenzy once again bulldozed his way through the competition, advancing to the top thirty-two.
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
A series of explosions erupted, engulfing the battlefield in flames.
A Warrior from the Battle Master branch failed to escape in time, reduced to a charred corpse.
The commentator shouted, "A chain explosion! Congratulations to contestant Charlotte for securing the win!"
Holding a staff, Charlotte maintained a composed expression, exuding an aura of absolute control.
"Restoring the glory of the Mage Lords is our solemn duty."
"What a dull match… we might as well call it early."
"Thank you all for watching."
A tall, elegantly dressed man adjusted the silver-framed glasses on his nose, leisurely straightened his coat, and tipped his hat toward the audience.
Behind him, rolling clouds of necrotic mist surged as three fearsome undead warriors let out hoarse roars.
Within the black mist, the vice president of Arcane Coin, Moonlight, was trapped.
Wounds of blackened decay marred his body, his expression grim, his robe in tatters.
"Undead creatures of this caliber…"
Suddenly, a towering four-meter Bosque Zombie lunged forward, shattering Moonlight's defensive barrier with a single strike.
Lackman's Undead Knight, mounted on a skeletal eagle, let out a chilling screech as arrows rained from above.
Meanwhile, Notte's Undead Assassin emerged from the shadows behind Moonlight, silently driving a dagger into the mage's back.
"Pfft—"
Mingyue suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood before collapsing to the ground.
Rainy Fortress finally turned around, clapping his hands with a smile as he looked at the corpse shrouded in dark mist.
"As expected of my carefully nurtured 'Big Three.' They ended the match thirty seconds faster than I predicted."
"Rainy Fortress is really... quite confident."
"This guy is an absolute menace."
"The lineup of his 'Big Three' is just ridiculous. A Dragon-Oath Paladin, a skeletal wyvern knight, and an assassin? He could enter the team tournament solo."
"Mingyue's loss is totally justified."
"Aaaaaah—"
Born Battle Maniac howled toward the sky, his eyes bloodshot, muscles bulging, and veins protruding from his skin, which was emitting white steam.
This was the berserker's [Unrestrained Frenzy]!
In the distance, Holy Light Bro refused to back down. He dropped to all fours in an awkward posture and transformed into a massive owl bear, roaring furiously.
"Roar—"
Thick vines burst from the ground like tendrils, wrapping around Born Battle Maniac. It was the power of the [Earth Circle] Druid.
"Aaaaah—"
However, Born Battle Maniac spun in circles, wildly swinging his battle axe. The surrounding branches and vines were instantly shredded.
Growth magic and entangling spells were completely ineffective against this frenzied warrior.
He stomped the ground and leaped over ten meters high, raising his bloodstained giant axe before bringing it down with immense force.
"Boom!"
The ground trembled, and debris scattered everywhere.
The owl bear rolled away just in time—the strike was so powerful that it split open a deep fissure in the earth.
"Slash—"
Another axe strike came down, forcing Holy Light Bro's owl bear form to dodge desperately.
Compared to the massive owl bear, Born Battle Maniac—completely immersed in his rage—felt like the real beast.
This time, Holy Light Bro wasn't so lucky. The spinning axe struck him squarely, slicing through his thick fur.
"Awooo—"
The owl bear let out a pained wail, knocked over by the sheer force and momentarily unable to move.
Born Battle Maniac wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away. He leaped forward, gripping his giant axe tightly.
"Aaaaah—"
Another battle cry erupted.
His muscles bulged as he yanked the embedded axe from the owl bear's flesh, then swung it down with all his might toward its head.
"Die!"
"Slash—"
The sickening sound of flesh and bone being torn apart echoed as the owl bear's enormous head was cleanly severed.
With Holy Light Bro's death, the massive, sturdy bear body transformed back into a headless humanoid corpse bathed in divine radiance.
Born Battle Maniac threw his axe to the ground, spread his arms wide, and let out another sky-shaking roar.
"Bravo!"
"Berserker Bro is unstoppable!"
"Hahaha, glory belongs to Born Battle Maniac!"
"I've been sick of that exhibitionist for a while—good job!"
The audience erupted into cheers, though some were clearly personal grievances surfacing.
"Sister Autumn Rain, you're strong, but I won't lose!"
"Take this!"
The Flying Witch shouted, waving her Mystic Wand.
The chaotic magic of the Wild Sorcerer surged around her once again, swirling unpredictably.
Summer Night Autumn Rain's expression grew serious as she focused on Flying Witch, not daring to let her guard down.
Even Flying Witch herself had no idea what kind of spell would emerge next. If she accidentally triggered a high-tier spell, she might just end up screwing herself over.
Suddenly, an intense aura of death radiated from Flying Witch's wand, sending chills down everyone's spines.
The ground beneath her shimmered with eerie green lines, forming a skeletal pattern.
No way…
Could it be a Death Sentence spell?
Summer Night Autumn Rain's face changed drastically. She quickly cast a Flame Gate spell to distance herself.
"Ah."
A short, surprised gasp.
Flying Witch suddenly collapsed to the ground, her eyes dull, body stiff, and breathing stopped.
Summer Night Autumn Rain—and the entire audience—stared in confusion.
Did… Flying Witch just die?
If they could see her combat log, it would have shown:
[53-54, you cast a Death Magic Array centered on yourself.]
Even the commentator's mind went blank, falling into silence.
"That was… uh, quite an unexpected battle. Let's congratulate Summer Night Autumn Rain on her victory."
"Wait, that's it?"
"So… Flying Witch killed herself?"
"Yeah, that's exactly what I expect from a Wild Sorcerer."
"Man, you really can't trust a Wild Sorcerer in a team fight. She'd wipe out her own team in an instant."
Over the course of the day, thirty-two intense and thrilling battles unfolded in the Grand Arena.
The audience discussions grew increasingly passionate.
"That guy from the Machine Cult is ridiculously strong…"
"Dude's basically a walking Gundam. Who the hell can beat him?"
"Yeah, after all those upgrades, his Guardian Armor is absurdly powerful now."
"I'm going all-in on Iron Frenzy this time."
"I still think S-God will take the championship!"
"Chill, Singo's fanboys. Your boy used every trick just to beat Mantou, while Iron Frenzy absolutely demolished Overlord."
"Shut up, S-God was holding back. He could've just kited Mantou to death. That final duel was just for show."
"Heh, I just don't like Singo's cowardly fighting style. Always flying around instead of actually engaging. No entertainment value. Look at Iron Frenzy—every punch lands!"
"Oh please, aren't you just a Machine Cult fanboy? Without his armor, Iron Frenzy wouldn't even beat Mantou."
"You wouldn't beat Mantou either!"
"Oh? Someone's getting defensive."
Besides Iron Frenzy's victory over Overlord and Singo's defeat of Mantou, Charlotte eliminated Sky Sword Pavilion's guild leader Tian Xingjian with chain explosions, while Rainy Fortress secured a win over Mingyue using the 'Big Three.'
And Flying Witch… well, she eliminated herself.
With only two days left until the server shut down, only 32 players remained in the tournament.
By this stage, those relying on luck had long been eliminated—every remaining player was max level.
Each of them was a master in their own right, their combat techniques dazzling the audience.
The championship was within reach.
Among the discussions on player strength, two names burned the hottest: Iron Frenzy and Singo.
According to the Empire's official betting odds, Iron Frenzy led with a 1.9 payout, while Singo followed closely at 3.5.
As for Overlord, who was once the favorite to win—even surpassing Iron Frenzy in odds—he had already been eliminated.