Alphonso Dirac stared at the man in front of him who was wearing a pink flatfish mask, feeling very annoyed.
He had never met an enemy like this before.
He clearly didn't have any divine blessing, nor did he have elemental or demonic energy wrapped around his body, nor did he have the bloodline talents of supernatural races. From every angle, he was just a normal person with outstanding physical attributes and immeasurably agile movements.
After all, in this fantasy world, the upper limits of human physique were much higher than Earthlings. As long as they had enough food and training, being able to lift a cauldron with a single punch was just the basics, and knocking over a cow with a single punch wouldn't even qualify as natural divine strength. On the other hand, being able to lift almost three hundred kilograms in a single breath would be a world record challenge on Earth, but in this world, it was the level of street performers.
The first batch of Players were emaciated refugees who didn't have enough to eat or warm clothes, which was why their basic stats weren't that high.
Even if Mufasa, who was born as a refugee had reached Level 40, his stats panel was no different from an ascetic. In fact, he couldn't even compare to the best ascetics such as Alphonso Dirac who made it to the finals as well.
After the leader of the Brilliant White Church was scolded by the Night Tide Dragon like a squid, Alphonso, who was unanimously acknowledged by the ascetics to be their temporary leader, was naturally a powerful individual in both strength and spirit.
In the end, the God of Light was one of the Seven Divine Fathers. Even if Xi Wei emptied his little vault to provide for his believers (why did it feel like it was the other way around?) In terms of improving the Players' physical attributes, they could barely catch up to what the God of Light had given his believers through the gaps between his fingers.
Be that as it may, it must be said that Xi Wei's new model of faith gave his believers a great deal of freedom without being bound by strict rules and doctrines, while filling them with motivation to become stronger — even the idle Players had to work hard to train their Life Skills.
Moreover, the Players who were far more active or troublemaking than the believers of other churches didn't disappoint Xi Wei in the Twin City Cup, and handed him a rather satisfactory result: not only did they surpass the average believers of other churches, their elite combat ability could even match the middle ranks of the Brilliant White Church!
Even if the comparison was a little crappy, the Brilliant White Church was still publicly acknowledged as the greatest church in the continent, and one of the few factions with confirmed Legendary-tier existences.
Its strength and foundation were so profound that it could almost match the combined strength of the remaining eight churches in the top ten on the continent, excluding the second largest church.
As for why the second place was excluded, it was naturally because the second place, the Temple of Glory, also had confirmed Legendary powerhouses …
He had gone off topic.
One way or another, Alphonso's ability was above average in the Brilliant White Church, but he was one of the few Extraordinary individuals in the entire continent.
Be that as it may, even he felt very uncomfortable facing the pink flatfish.
It was not that he was inferior to the other party in terms of raw power. After all, ascetics had the traditional skills to train and strengthen their will. If it was a one-sided beating, not only would Alphonso not feel pain or discomfort, he would even feel a little excited …
The reason he was upset was entirely because his opponent wasn't strong and was weaker than him in every aspect. And yet, this fellow was so nimble and sharp that it was as if he could predict Alphonso's attacks in advance. No matter how he attacked, it would always be parried or evaded perfectly.
It wasn't that the other party was using some profound swordsmanship or footwork. In fact, a closer look would reveal that the pink flatfish's movements were extremely simple, and it had always been the same: sliding to prevent himself from pulling away, parrying to defend against weapons and divine spells, swinging his sword or stabbing forward like a meteor, sidestepping to dodge by anticipating an attack, as well as taking small quick steps to keep his upper body from changing its attacking posture …
He couldn't even touch the corner of his opponent's clothes no matter how hard he tried. It was as if he had mustered all his strength to throw a punch, only to find that it didn't even hit cotton, much less hit its target — it was just an ordinary punch in the air.
What was even more infuriating was that Alphonso's flatfish head was still limp. It would shake like an animal every time they exchanged blows. Paired with his cartoonish flatfish face, Alphonso's blood pressure continued to rise. Even his originally calm state of mind as an ascetic was broken because of this.
Don't rush, don't get angry … Don't let the other party grasp the rhythm …
Alphonso warned himself over and over again.
If he fell into the enemy's rhythm and showed an opening, the other party would definitely finish the fight with a thunderous strike.
Although Alphonso had tried to feign an opening to fool the other party, he had failed.
It was a battle of patience, so he mustn't rush.
I'm calm.
The sky is so clear, the air so fresh. There's nothing to be angry about.
Alphonso said in his heart.
Flatfish Face: Comical
Alphonso: F * cking flatfish, go to hell!
"And here I thought that the ascetic of the Brilliant White Church would be yelling something like 'don't run if you can' or 'fight fair and square'." Beneath the stage, Joe couldn't help being puzzled at the ascetic's bitter and vengeful look.
Incidentally, Joe and Gou Dan made it to the third round, but were tragically eliminated in the round of thirty-two. Jessica, on the other hand, didn't use Sefarim, the elven treasure in the first round and dealt less damage, which was why she didn't get enough points in the second round and didn't make it to the third round.
On the other hand, Eleena, the Saintess of the Church of Games had been slacking off from the start. Xi Wei had given her an oracle to hide her abilities, since it was better not to reveal the existence of a Saintess to the other churches before she became powerful enough. That was why she did not advance in the second round, just like Jessica, due to lack of points.
"Do you think everyone's a big fool like you?" Gou Xin, who was thinking about the content of the new post, glanced at him. "If you run into a monster in the wild, do you have to ask the monster to retract its claws, remove its teeth, and seal its spell-like abilities before fighting you head-on?"
"Of course not." Joe flexed his pecs as if he was thinking with them. "Because claws, teeth, and spell-like abilities are all part of a monster."
"Isn't that right? Dodging and anticipating are part of Mufasa too. Why should he give up his advantage and fight with his weakness?" Gou Dan said matter-of-factly. "By the way, what do you think of 'Shock! How about 'The Brilliant White Church's believers are no match for the Flatfish?'
"There's no impact. Change it to 'Shock! The Brilliant White Church's Believers Are Doing That Thing With Flatfish in the Arena '. "
"… As expected of you." Gou Dan said meaningfully as he looked at Joe.
Just when everyone's attention was focused on the finals, there was a loud rumble in the distant city, and a pitch-black cloud of explosion slowly rose up …
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Chapter 303
The Finals
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