Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 853 Stepping onto the Battlefield
Perhaps, among the remaining 30,000-plus legendary powerhouses, there are members of the Pantheon.

No, there must be members of the Pantheon!
A legendary expert who possesses a unique specialty cannot be considered weak in the realm of legends.

The generous rewards offered at the pinnacle of gladiatorial combat were almost irresistibly attractive to the members of the Gods' Guild who yearned to become stronger.

Now, it remains to be seen whether the members of the Gods' Guild participating in the Gladiator's Summit have discovered Gao Yang's presence.

Of course, even if he discovered it, Gao Yang wasn't too worried.

After all, the Gladiator's Summit is a legendary one-on-one deathmatch, and sneak attacks or group brawls are not allowed.

If he were to die in a one-on-one battle, he would be able to accept that kind of death.

Ultimately, it was due to inferior skills, not any other reason.

However, if he encounters members of the Pantheon, Gao Yang will not easily back down.

E. Goring's only specialty was taken away by Gao Yang in an almost cruel way. Wouldn't it be a waste if the unique specialties of the other members of the Pantheon were to disappear with their deaths?

Time passed slowly, and Gao Yang continued to wield his sword, integrating the various powers he had mastered.

Meanwhile, the battle raged on at the pinnacle of the arena.

"Peak Gladiator No. 578, your Gladiator's Arena will open in one minute. Do you agree to participate in this gladiator fight?"

A pale golden notification appeared before his eyes, and Gao Yang paused in his sword-wielding motion. He looked ahead, and his mind naturally chose to confirm.

He wanted to experience what it felt like to fight a legendary powerhouse to the death without holding back in front of a huge audience.

With thirty seconds left in the countdown, a spatial vortex appeared in front of Gao Yang.

Gao Yang looked at the spatial vortex in front of him, and without pausing, strode into it.

A flash of light, and Gao Yang appeared in a huge dressing room. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows embedded in the dressing room walls, he could see countless spectators outside.

The audience members' faces were filled with anticipation and enthusiasm, and many of them were waving their clothes.

As for the reason for their excitement, Gao Yang could guess a little, after all, his ranking was 578th among the top gladiators, which was already quite high.

Of course, his opponent was also ranked high: Michael, the top gladiator number 828.

With a roar from the Golden-Winged Man Jinwu, a golden beam of light appeared in front of Gao Yang.

Gao Yang looked at the golden pillar of light in front of him, and then stepped into it.

With one step, his vision shifted instantly, revealing a jumble of steel structures. Beyond the steel cages stretched an endless, frenzied crowd of onlookers, their cheers like a tsunami reaching Gao Yang's ears.

Gao Yang's expression remained unchanged as he looked at the golden pillar of light that appeared about a hundred meters away from him.

From within the pillar of light, a majestic figure clad in silver-white knight's heavy armor and wielding a two-handed greatsword that also shone with holy light slowly emerged. His golden curly hair scattered fine light dust as he moved, and three pairs of enormous wings fluttered slightly behind him.

Clearly, Michael before them was a divine professional, and it seemed that the being he worshipped was related to light and holy light.

However, there are too many gods in the multiverse for Gao Yang to be able to pinpoint a specific one.

Michael stepped out of the pillar of light, his pale green eyes looking at Gao Yang. He gave a slight nod in chivalry before standing with his sword in hand.

Gao Yang clenched his fist, and Yongyao appeared in his hand. At the same time, he nodded to the other party in return.

The next moment, their environment changed abruptly.

The steel cage was gone, the million spectators vanished without a trace, replaced by a dark, black earth—the battlefield of their battle. On this black earth, Michael radiated a holy light, enveloping him entirely.

He looked at Gao Yang not far away, his sharp jawline slightly raised, and his lips parted slightly: "Gao, it is an honor to fight you."

Gao Yang tilted his head slightly and looked at Michael opposite him.

The other person's tone was so familiar that anyone who didn't know better would think they were close friends.

At the same time, Gao Yang also instantly sensed an irrepressible feeling of goodwill towards Michael on the other side that surfaced in his mind.

"charm?"

Gao Yang lowered his eyelids, and a blood-red aura of natural disaster exploded from his body, transforming into tangible dark red ripples that swept outwards in all directions.

As soon as the terrifying aura of natural disaster was activated, the millions of spectators watching at close range fell silent. The aura that had already materialized and represented misfortune and calamity was too terrifying. Even though they were just watching, they were inevitably affected.

"It's useless to me."

Within the dark red aura, Gao Yang took a step forward, and the ripples beneath his feet suddenly spread outwards. A pair of blood-red eyes emerged from the aura, looking at Michael, who was radiating holy light.

Michael sensed the terrifying aura emanating from the space, closed his eyes slightly, and spread his arms and wings to their maximum extent, with dense holy light spreading from his body.

He took a deep breath, then looked down at Gao Yang, his pale green eyes now filled with a fanatical, holy light.

"Then let me judge you in the name of my lord, you demon who slaughters all things!"

A series of majestic voices boomed, and the moment Michael made his announcement, the three pairs of angelic wings behind him trembled violently, and he vanished from his spot in an instant.

"Front."

The moment Michael disappeared, Gao Yang's senses, which permeated the surrounding area, had already detected his presence.

Yongyao flipped over, slashing down into the void ahead with a piercing shriek.

When this sword strike landed in the eyes of millions of viewers, they discovered that the surrounding space seemed to collapse forward along with the silver-based, gold-patterned greatsword, as if the entire space had been transformed into an aid to this sword strike.

In the stands, on Gao Yang's golden throne, Lidi, Luke, and others were all present.

Seeing this, Li Di immediately understood that Gao Yang's strength had increased significantly.

The others were even more shocked.

clang! !

A deafening roar erupted in the next instant, and the ring-shaped ripples of tangible force spread out to a kilometer away.

On the black earth, Michael's body suddenly appeared less than three meters in front of Gao Yang, as if he had deliberately appeared under Gao Yang's sword.

Two greatswords of similar color collided with a loud crash, and to Michael's astonishment, the sword still fell without the slightest hesitation.

Amidst the scattering sparks, Michael transformed into a beam of holy light, his feet ploughing the black earth as he shot backward.

After plowing out a black trench several kilometers long, Michael's retreating body slowly came to a stop.

He suddenly looked up at Gao Yang in the distance, his eyes growing increasingly fervent.

A demon of such power is one that he is willing to risk everything to purify.

(End of this chapter)