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Chapter 675

Words:3262Update:22/08/17 04:21:30

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Every day on Planet Saka had 12 hours. Six hours of day and six hours of night. After getting used to the 24-hour system, one would feel very uncomfortable when they first came to this place. If one couldn't adjust their biological clock in time, it would only take three days for one to be completely exhausted. But once you get used to the change of time here, you will find that time passes very quickly here, so fast that it makes you panic.

When the morning sunlight of another short day shone on the window, Saul suddenly opened his eyes.

He quickly sat up from his bed. The wound from yesterday's battle with the 'swordsman' was still hurting. The shadow warrior, who wore a strange full-body mask, had transformed his body into a cyborg, had four hands, and wielded four lightsabers of different shapes. When he swung his sword, it was like a slaughtering storm that could destroy everything. The blade swept across, leaving behind a bloody mess of flesh and blood. In his 13 battles, none of his opponents were able to leave a complete corpse.

The "swordsman" was one of the favorites to win this year's championship. But unfortunately, he met the most terrible dark horse in the history of the championship battle. And last night, Saul was completely black. With lightning flashing on his arms, he swung two alloy hammers and smashed the crazy and bloodthirsty "swordsman" into minced meat.

"Ugh …"

He stood in front of the mirror with his upper body naked. His fingers touched the wound on his chest. It was a hideous sword scar with traces of burns. Saul's face was pale. This sword scar had disturbed his sleep last night. But now, it was on the verge of healing. In addition to the super self-healing ability of the Asgardians, any wound caused by a battle on Planet Saka would quickly heal under the rules set by the High Sky Lord.

Especially for a player like Saul who had a high chance of entering the finals, this healing speed would only be faster. On this planet, that nonsensical High Sky Lord who had some Joker characteristics was a real god.

"I will win!"

Saul looked at the mirror. He stretched out his finger and pointed at himself in the mirror. He said in a deep voice, "I will win!"

The person in the mirror didn't look like him. At least, he didn't look like the classic image of Saul, the mighty god of war with long golden hair. Now he had short hair and a very short beard. His eyes were bright and full of spirit. Under the knife-like gaze, there was a trace of ruthlessness and cunning that had never been there before.

The 13 battles on Planet Saka had taught him a lot of things. For example … a strong sense of glory couldn't save his life here.

He stretched out his hand and touched the other hideous scar on his chest. It was almost right next to his heart. This was what his second opponent had taught him. Just after he had mercifully let that guy go, that guy had pierced his body from behind. If Saul hadn't dodged at the critical moment, he would have been lying in the famous gladiator tomb of Planet Saka.

It didn't take long for Saul to put on his armor. It wasn't the sturdy but heavy armor that he originally wore. Instead, it was a lighter leather armor. In the Saka Planet's arena, unless you were a meat shield type fighter like Seiber, a faster dodging and attacking speed would allow you to go further. There were all kinds of strange opponents from all corners of the universe, and they all had all kinds of strange methods to penetrate a seemingly sturdy defense.

Perfect dodging, ruthless counterattacks, and calm consciousness in the face of danger. This was the way of the King of Planet Saka's arena!

"Hu …"

He took a deep breath and looked at the mirror in front of him for the last time. A fully armed gladiator appeared in the mirror. Planet Saka had used half a month to turn a hopeless drunkard into a warrior, and he was even more terrifying than before.

He stretched out his hand and picked up a silvery-white sword hilt from his waist. With a swing, a green scorching light blade jumped out. As Saul brandished it, it was as beautiful as dancing light. This was his spoils of war. He had seized an opportunity and used a violent combo to forcefully hammer the interstellar warrior 'Swordsman' to death. This was the final legacy of the interstellar warrior 'Swordsman'.

The winner got everything, and the loser lost everything.

The longer he stayed in the arena, the more Saul found that he was getting used to this kind of rules. He even liked this kind of rules.

And today was the most important battle he would ever have on Saka Planet.

His opponent was the previous champion with a mysterious origin, "Thor".

And he came as a challenger, "Thor". This was the first time he challenged a "God" as a human. Saul knew that he had to defeat him! He had to take back that name … He had to stand opposite Saber with the body of Thor and complete his revenge.

If his life still had meaning, then this matter would be his final perseverance. Saka Star, this was the best and last chance for him to take revenge.

"I will win, I must win … I will always win!"

Thor's lips moved. He kept the light sword in his arms and reached out to pick up the war hammer that he was comfortable with. He then turned and walked out of the room. Behind him, the broken glass shone with countless doppelgangers.

"Bang!"

The door closed. Its owner had bravely walked into his destiny.

— — —

"Ah, welcome to my championship battle again!"

Gao Tianzun's huge projection once again appeared in the center of the arena. He did not appear in every gladiator fight. The old residents of Saka knew that Gao Tianzun would only appear in person to commentate on the fights that he was very interested in. This represented his affirmation and love for the gladiators in the fight.

"Today is the quarterfinals of the Battle of the Champions. Tonight, we will decide the final four champions. Unfortunately, the gladiator that I value very much, our Destroyer Drax, lost to the veteran champion Richard Ryder this morning. As one of the two most impressive champions in this year's Battle of the Champions, the Destroyer finally fell at the last step."

Gao Tianzun's voice was a little regretful, but soon, his voice became high-spirited again.

"But it doesn't matter! Tonight, another contestant will take on his own challenge. That is our dark horse … Thunderman from Asgard! "

The huge projection's left hand pointed to the center of the arena. Saul, who was neatly dressed, slowly appeared on the platform with a bloodstained war hammer in one hand and a shiny battle axe in the other. The moment his figure appeared, the entire arena was in an uproar. Many people held up Saul's portrait, and some wore Saul's iconic helmet. They waved their flags and shouted Saul's name.

"Thunderman! Thunderman! "

Saul closed his eyes and basked in the cheers. It reminded him of Asgard's battle arena. There, every time he appeared, the soldiers of the Divine Realm would cheer like this. He held the warhammer in his hand and raised it high. At this moment, the cheers resounded through the sky and reached the peak.

13 battles. At the beginning, he was just a passerby. Bit by bit, he transformed and finally reached this point. Behind Saul were the corpses of 13 terrifying warriors. Amidst the piles of corpses, he finally stepped into this level and became a veritable ace gladiator, a veritable super warrior.

But when he opened his eyes, the memories of the past scattered bit by bit. What came into view was the cold arena and the audience who were waiting for him or his opponent to bleed.

This was not Asgard. This was not his paradise.

Saul's left hand went to his waist and took out a silver-white metal pad. He put it on his head, and the metal pad quickly unfolded and molded. Finally, it formed a silver metal helmet with lightning wings on his forehead. Saul adjusted the position of the crisscrossing wings with his fingers and firmly fixed it on his head.

"The brave and fearless Thunderman has overcome all difficulties. Even the strongest" Swordsman "of the Interstellar Pirates was no match for him. But today, Thunderman will face the most terrifying enemy in his life!"

Gao Tianzun's other hand reached towards the sky. At this moment, wind and clouds gathered in the dark night sky. Dark clouds covered the sky and hovered high up in the sky like a rainstorm. The gloomy clouds pressed down on everyone's heads. Then, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Amidst the dazzling lightning, the horse-faced Thunder God in silver armor and a bright red cloak slowly descended from the sky.

He floated in the sky. The storm and thunder were his most docile servants. Behind him, thousands of thunderbolts gathered together and completely lit up the night sky of Saka.

"The most dangerous champion of the battle of the champions in the past! The most promising Interstellar Warrior! Horse-faced Thundergod! "

Gao Tianzun was like a tenor in an opera. His voice was extremely high-pitched.

"Tonight, Thunderman will fight for his glory and life! Will our Thundergod be able to defend his honor as the champion? "

"Let's wait and see!!"

"The battle … begins now!!"

Hum!

Gao Tianzun's projection disappeared, leaving the vast arena to Horse-Faced Thundergod and Saul who were about to fight. The cheering audience also felt the burning fighting spirit between the two. They quieted down, looking forward to this unprecedented battle.

Saul clenched his weapon with both hands. The war hammer and the battle axe collided in front of him, splashing fierce sparks. He raised his head and looked at Horse-Faced Thundergod in the sky. The guy was still empty-handed, as if he was going to fight with Saul with his two fists. The black storm hammer was still tied to his waist, and he had no intention of taking it down.

"Why aren't you using weapons?"

Saul asked loudly. "Are you looking down on me?"

Horse-Faced Thundergod, who was floating in the sky, shook his head and said in a deep voice.

"I heard your story from others …"

A mocking smile appeared on his long horse face.

"You are the Hammer God! And I, I am not … I am Thundergod! "

"Lightning is my weapon!"

He opened his hands, and two bright bolts of lightning gathered in his hands. The throbbing lightning bolts were like thunder spears with different levels. They were thrown to the ground by Horse-Faced Thundergod, one on the left and one on the right. They were like white light streaking across the air at an astonishing speed.

Clang! Clang!

With two explosive sounds, two deep craters appeared where Thor had been previously. Bricks and dust flew in all directions as a storm enveloped the area. However, in the next moment, a figure wielding a weapon tore through the dust and charged towards the Horse-faced Thunder God in the sky like a cannonball. Behind Thor's body, there was also a wisp of blue electric current coiling around him.

Although it was not as bright as Horse-Faced Thundergod, it was undeniable that lightning was still submitting to him.

Saul dragged his war hammer and battle axe behind him. The light in his eyes became colder. The moment before he rushed toward Horse-Faced Thundergod, he waved the war hammer in his right hand wildly and smashed it toward his opponent in the sky.

"Don't underestimate me! Bastard! "

Whoosh!

Horse-Faced Thundergod's body floated back like a ghost and dodged the attack of the war hammer. But Saul was faster. He waved the battle axe in his left hand and chopped at Horse-Faced Thundergod's neck from a tricky angle.

This attack could not be dodged!

"Give me back my name!!"

Bang!

As Saul roared, the battle axe licked the front of Horse-Faced Thundergod's neck like a poisonous snake. Just a little bit more and it would have cut this proud one's body. But the sharp edge of the axe could not go any further, because the opponent used his palm to grab Saul's battle axe.

When the palm and the axe collided, there was a sound of metal clashing. Horse-Faced Thundergod looked at Saul, and the eyes on his horse face showed a strange smile.

"You want to use close combat to kill me easily?"

"You're thinking too much!"

Bang!

While speaking, Thundergod's left hand, which had accumulated enough strength, smashed out like a battering ram and hit Saul's abdomen like a war hammer, smashing Thundergod, who had jumped into the air, back to the ground at a faster speed.

Saul rolled on the ground in a sorry state. His warhammer was thrown back with a whistling sound. Saul's body rolled outwards, and the warhammer fell to the ground at his original position, creating a dent in the ground.

In the sky, Horse-Faced Thundergod held Saul's battle axe with both hands. With the strength of his arms, he actually bent the heavy alloy battle axe from the middle.

Crack!

He threw the broken battle-axe to the ground, and his body slowly fell to the ground. He looked at Saul, who was crawling up from the ground. He moved his arm, and under the cut skin, there was a flash of a metallic luster.

Horse-Faced Thundergod put one hand on his waist and stretched out his finger toward Saul, who was in a sorry state and had blood seeping out of the corner of his mouth.

"Come! Asgard's Saul Odinson! Let me see how you will take the name of the Thunder God from me … "

Saul looked at his humiliating gesture and reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He raised his head. At the highest edge of the arena, Saber was sitting there in his pajamas, holding a glass of wine in his hand, watching his battle with interest, as if he was watching a beast fight to the death.

A grim smile flashed across Saul's face. He reached out and grabbed the war hammer on the ground. The stones under his feet were completely shattered at this moment. The flying gravel and dust formed a storm behind him, increasing his speed to the extreme in an instant. He was as fast as real lightning.

Bang!

Horse-Faced Thundergod's eyes suddenly shrank, but before he could defend himself, his body spun and flew out. In the midst of the scattered lightning, Saul stood there with his war hammer on his shoulder. He made the same humiliating gesture as Horse-Faced Thundergod just now.

"I have an appointment with someone. I can't be late. So, please … go to hell! "

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