Yes, I became a god just by exercising.

Chapter 223 Two Divine Battle Techniques? Xia Fa's Improvement!

Wow——!
Wow——!
Waves surged and crashed against the edge of the metal arena, pale blue waves shattering against the steel walls, splashing countless droplets.

Whether it was the audience outside the golden barrier or the young overlords inside, everyone was holding their breath and watching the two figures on the arena with complete focus.

It was a clown with exaggerated face paint, a bright red nose, and holding eerily green poisoned daggers in his hands.

And a painter dressed as an artist, with a light brown vest and beret, holding a drawing board in his left hand and a paintbrush in his right!
Among young people of this era, these two can be considered among the most outstanding and powerful.

Not only are they all angel-level overlords, but each of them has also mastered a divine battle technique!
And now, the two are about to begin a decisive battle with all their might!

Many spectators, especially the younger ones, were so excited that their hearts felt like they were going to jump out of their chests, and their faces were flushed, eagerly awaiting the start of the match.

In the extraordinary world, top young overlords, under normal circumstances, would not engage in such a life-or-death battle for the sake of their own interests, since they are all waiting to become extraordinary monarchs.

Only on the arena where the Golden Beacon Scroll is fought can you see a battle of this caliber!
Not only young viewers, but even some veteran angels and rulers are closely watching this unprecedented battle.

Among the audience members who came to Caligi from all over the universe, there were many rulers and even extraordinary monarchs, but very few, almost none, had mastered the divine battle techniques.

The reason is simple: the Divine Battle Technique... can only be mastered by the most outstanding and talented individuals, and such beings are absorbed into the Earthly Divine Kingdom by the Nine Great Churches very early on.

Therefore, even those who did not have the opportunity to enter the earthly kingdoms of the nine great gods, but who became spectators of angels, rulers, or even extraordinary monarchs through their own talent, hard work, and opportunities, were full of curiosity about the divine battle tactics.

Of course, there are also some geniuses who are outside the nine major churches and have never entered any earthly divine kingdoms, yet they can master divine battle techniques without a teacher, but they are far too few.

Who do you think will win this match?

Perhaps acknowledging Xiafa's intelligence, or perhaps marveling at Xiafa's shrewd maneuvers in the second round, Tefaro actually took the initiative to strike up a conversation this time.

However, he still had that lazy look on his face. Holding his scimitar, he sat down on the mechanical massage chair next to Xia Fa without saying a word as soon as he arrived.

Xia Fa was somewhat surprised by Tefalo's initiative, but still addressed the matter at hand:
"It's hard to say, mainly because I don't know much about the Laughing Clown, I have no information about him at all."

Xia Fa was unaware of either the overlord-level secret agreement signed by the Laughing Clown or the divine battle tactics he possessed, and therefore had no way of judging the outcome of this great battle.

Tefal's lips curled into a slight smile, carrying a hint of nonchalance:

"I think... well, actually I don't know either."

Xia Fa was somewhat speechless:

"When you asked that question earlier, I thought you would have some judgment."

Tefal, clutching his scimitar, stared at the painter and the laughing clown on the metal ring, a meaningful expression on his face:
"To be honest, I always felt... that the two of them seemed to be evenly matched."

As he spoke, Tefal stretched lazily, seemingly invigorated by the impending battle between some of his strongest rivals, and chuckled:
"However, no matter what, we can always get some information from this."

Just then, Alexander emerged from the pirate ship's toilet, shaking off the water and urine from the giant mechanical arm.

Seeing that his mechanical massage chair was occupied by Tefal, and that Tefal was even chatting with his older brother, Alexander, while marveling at and admiring his older brother's charm, could only silently walk to the side, take out another mechanical massage chair, and then sit down again.

With a flick of his hand, he produced a large, hand-cranked popcorn machine from who-knows-where, poured in a large bag of corn, and then, right in front of everyone, started cranking it.

boom!
With a loud bang, thick white smoke billowed from the popcorn machine, filling the air with the aroma of burnt corn.

"Come on, big brother, let's eat together!"

Alexander chuckled and poured out two servings of popcorn, handing one to Xia Fa.

Shafa smiled and accepted it, glanced at Tefaro beside him, then turned back to Alexander and said:
"Give Him one too."

"okay!"

Alexander had actually prepared a copy for Thephalos, after all, He couldn't possibly neglect Thephalos, who shared a common earthly divine kingdom with Him and was the most powerful among his peers, without good reason.
But without Shaphat's permission, Alexander could not act rashly; he knew very well whose subordinate he was.

"Tefaro, come on, your brother has spoken, you should eat with us."

Alexander quickly poured another serving of popcorn and handed it to Tefal.

Tefalo took it with one hand, but smiled at Alexander:

"Thanks."

Alexander was slightly surprised, not expecting Tefaro to be so polite to him.

After all, in the earthly kingdom of God, Thephalos would never have given Him a second glance, but now he actually took the initiative to thank Him!

After thinking about it, Alexander suddenly realized that Tefal was probably doing this... out of respect for his older brother!
"Following the big brother is really great..."

Alexander was overjoyed, feeling as if he had become a member of the inner circle of top-tier angelic overlords like his elder brother and Tefalo, and sat down again.

The three of them ate popcorn together and looked towards the ring.

On the metal ring.

In a tense atmosphere under the spotlight,
The painter and the clown, however, remain locked in a standoff.

The painter wore an elegant, artist's smile, composed and seemingly ready to strike later.

The Laughing Clown stood expressionless on one side of the metal ring, watching his opponent from afar.

Although the battle is about to escalate, neither of the two top-tier angel-level overlords has made a move yet.

Nobody knows what will happen next.

"Daddy, Daddy, what are they doing? Why aren't they hitting them?"

Outside the golden barrier, within the audience area of ​​the Homo sapiens.

Homo sapiens are one of the more well-known demi-human races in the entire universe, and this time, hundreds of them were brought over by the Golden Beacon Scroll to watch the battle.

As demi-humans, the biggest difference between Homo sapiens and humans is that their brains are exceptionally large, making them look like mad scientists among aliens, with heads that resemble giant balls.

This is also one of the most intelligent races in the universe. It is said that they have already begun to try to study the industrial applications of oil and develop technologies such as network communication.

At this moment, a young Homo sapiens boy is tugging at his father's sleeve, asking a question out of curiosity.

The middle-aged Homo sapiens smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming with a wisdom that seemed to see through everything, and said calmly:

"This is a duel between masters! They're competing in terms of sheer power!"

"Impressive aura?" the Homo sapiens child asked curiously.

"Yes, even though they haven't made a move, their invisible auras are clashing in the air, engaging in a fierce battle!"

This middle-aged Homo sapiens seemed to know quite a bit about this, and explained with great confidence:
"Whoever loses in terms of morale is very likely to be defeated in this great battle!"

"This is what a master is like. They no longer adhere to specific techniques, but instead engage in a fierce battle of wills from the very beginning!"

"After all, willpower... is the decisive factor in success or failure among masters!"

His words had just fallen.

An astonishing emerald green light shone from the metal arena!
Even through the golden barrier, viewers throughout the universe could sense the ferocious toxicity contained within that emerald light, and even seemed to smell the stench of poison.

The next moment, all the emerald light suddenly contracted, converging behind the painter.

puff!

A dagger, a chillingly green dagger, was now embedded in the painter's vest.

Immediately afterwards, a transparent figure holding a dagger slowly emerged from behind the painter.

It's the Laughing Clown!

The painter's fair face immediately turned a terrifying emerald green, with black veins bulging from under his skin, as if he had been poisoned.

He stared incredulously at the laughing clown standing motionless on the other side of the ring.
Then, with difficulty, he turned around to look at the other clown who had ambushed him.

Finally, a look of regret, as if for oversight, appeared on the painter's face.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!!!"

As a physical commentator, his excited voice suddenly rang out, as if he were explaining the game to those low-level superhumans who were only at the fungus, insect, or eagle level and might not understand it.

"A sneak attack! The Clown of Laughter has used his clone to launch a stealth sneak attack!"

"This must be the secret ability from the two advanced secret contracts, [Optical Invisibility] and [Mysterious Clown]! It was used by the angel-level Laughing Clown, and it actually fooled the painter's senses!"

"Wait, did we really manage to hide it?"

As soon as the narrator finished speaking, with a "pop," the painter's figure, which appeared to be poisoned, burst open like a bubble, instantly turning into oil paint that splashed onto the ground like water.

As soon as the paint touched the ground, it began to bubble and fizz, as if it had transformed into a colorful swamp.

The next moment, snow-white, withered bone claws emerged from the colorful swamp and grabbed the ankles of the clown's clone.

For some reason, the Clown of Laughter's clone was unable to resist and was pulled into the Seven-Colored Swamp.

Above the metal arena, in the vast sky, the painter's true form emerged.

He still held the easel in his left hand, but his right hand had already picked up a paintbrush dipped in oil paint, aimed it at the laughing clown on the metal ring, and began to paint.

"【Master of Art】! This is the 【Oil Self-Portrait】from the 【Master of Art】's high-level secret contract!"

"Unexpectedly, not only was the Clown of Laughter feigning a standoff while actually sending out a clone for a stealthy sneak attack, but the Painter had also already replaced himself with an [Oil Self-Portrait] so that he could infiltrate the air and launch a real offensive!"

"That was amazing! Absolutely amazing! These two top-tier angel-level overlords are far superior to their peers in both strength and tactics!"

The commentator was clearly very excited. The painter was facing off against the laughing clown. As soon as they started fighting, they perfectly coordinated some of their secret abilities and tactics. It can be said that they used both their strength and wisdom to the extreme!
With the commentator speaking so enthusiastically, the audience naturally became completely engrossed in the story.

However, outside the golden barrier, in the Homo sapiens spectator area, the middle-aged Homo sapiens from before was in a very awkward situation.

After all that, it turns out that the painter and the clown were not having a "clash of masters' auras" or a "battle of wills" at all. Instead, one was preparing to ambush the other, while the other hid high in the sky to launch a full-scale offensive.

The middle-aged Homo sapiens was almost blushing with shame, but fortunately his son didn't care and was watching the game intently.

However, in the giants' viewing area next to the Homo sapiens' viewing area, many of the seemingly foolish giants turned their heads and grinned at the middle-aged Homo sapiens, clearly amused by his misfortune.

This little incident didn't have any major impact.
Because now, whether it's Homo sapiens, giants, or even blade people, mist people, demon people... and so on, all the spectators who have come here from the entire universe have completely devoted themselves to this battle between top-tier angel-level overlords that can be described as a once-in-a-decades event!
Rumble!
Above the metal arena, the air suddenly vibrated violently, and countless grains of yellow sand fell down.

Amidst the astonished gazes of countless onlookers, a colossal castle rose up, instantly enveloping the painter within it.

The outer walls of the castle were covered with all sorts of exquisite oil paintings, including world-famous works such as "Mona Lisa", "The Last Supper" and "Sunflowers".

At that very moment, a giant clown's head appeared behind the castle.

The clown's head grinned eerily, then suddenly opened its mouth and tried to swallow the castle whole.

blah blah blah!
blah blah blah!
But just then, the sound of warhorses' hooves rang out in the void.

The next moment, two full squads of toy cavalry appeared.

Wielding amber-colored lances carved from candy, and riding warhorses that resembled paper cutouts, they charged simultaneously from both sides at the giant clown's head!

Charge in a cross formation!

The two toy cavalry units passed each other in an instant, like two swift bolts of lightning.

A cross-shaped crack appeared on the giant clown's head, and then—

boom! ! ! ! !
The clown's head, which was ten thousand meters long, exploded like a balloon, leaving only a chilling laugh echoing in the air.

"Hehehe, hahaha! Hehehe, hahaha! Hehehe, hahaha!"

Seeing that the giant clown's head had failed to devour the sand castle, the castle had become completely solidified in just a short while.

The painter stood on the balcony of the fifth floor of the castle, like a prince inspecting his territory.

At this moment, He was still holding the easel, aiming it at the laughing clown on the metal ring, and began to draw stroke by stroke, his expression extremely serious, as if he had devoted himself to his art.

The clown seemed somewhat surprised that the painter had so easily destroyed the gigantic clown head he had summoned, which was ten thousand meters long. He stood there for a moment, stunned.

Or perhaps, that enormous clown head was activated by Him at a certain cost, and after it was destroyed, He suffered a backlash, became mentally confused, and needed time to recover.

But, of course, the painter wouldn't give him time.

Suddenly, everything around the clown with the startled laughter became vividly colored, radiating the unique texture of oil paint.

The waves, the air, the metal arena… even the clown's brightly colored costume seemed to become extremely vivid, as if…

It's going to become a real oil painting!

The clown, who had been somewhat dazed, suddenly snapped back to his senses as if he had been stimulated or frightened.

His body moved slightly, but only slightly. His face, covered in paint, clearly showed a struggle, but he could no longer make any further attempts to escape.

"What a pity, the Clown of Laughter is going to lose."

Alexander then spoke up; the young master of the Myriad Machines School seemed to have suddenly become intelligent and had discovered something.

With a faint smile on his lips, Tefaro also spoke:

"Not necessarily, but once you're inside the painter's 'anti-reality,' unless the clown of laughter has some incredibly clever way to escape, it's indeed very difficult to get out."

Xia Fa asked curiously:
"[Anti-realistic]?"

He had long recognized that the authoritative secret agreement the painter had signed was within the "fairytale world" he was quite familiar with.

However, in the hands of the painter, this supreme secret contract of the fairy tale world takes on a slightly different form.

For example, the painter's "Guardian Castle" has its outer walls covered with world-famous paintings, each seemingly having its own function and purpose, though these haven't been revealed yet.

And, the painter's "Kingdom Legion" has lances made of candy, and their warhorses are also paper cutouts, with incredibly slender figures.

This is quite different from Prince Justinian's "Guardian Castle," which resembles a real ancient castle, and his "Kingdom Legion," which looks like it has been on the battlefield.

As for the eerie "Guardian Castle" of the incredibly powerful and extraordinary monarch Dickedi, it is completely different.

"The Painter's Guardian Castle... it must be a combination of the abilities of other high-level secret contracts, unlike Dick Tudor, whose abilities seem to be influenced by his own past experiences..."

Because Xia Fa had signed two overlord-level secret contracts in succession, he focused his energy on how to integrate the various secret contract abilities of the two overlord-level secret contracts, [Silver Throne] and [Gate of Stars], and neglected the advanced secret contract, [Ether Source].

But unlike him, both the painter and the clown will only become extraordinary monarchs in the future, not secret emperors. In other words, they have only signed a supreme-level secret contract.

Therefore, what they focus on, besides developing their own overlord-level secret abilities,

The key is how to integrate the abilities of the hegemon-level secret agreement that has been signed with other high-level or even ordinary secret agreements.

It now seems that the reason why the two secret abilities used by the painter are different from those of Prince Justinian is probably because they are the result of merging with other high-level secret abilities, such as those of the "Master of Art".

"By the way, where are Prince Justinian and Avalon? Such a momentous event as the appearance of the Golden Beacon Scroll, why didn't they come?"

Xia Fa suddenly remembered this and was startled. The main reason was that when he first prepared to head to the Sun Volcano, he almost subconsciously assumed that Prince Justinian and Avalon would definitely appear, and he even considered whether to join forces with them.

However, as the competition for the Golden Beacon Scroll took place in the extremely special form of the Super Fighting Grand Prix, and various situations arose one after another, Xia Fa temporarily forgot about the two of them.

Only now, after seeing the painter use all the secret abilities from the [Fairy Tale World], did Shafa suddenly think of Prince Justinian, and then naturally thought of Avalon.

"What a pity. If Avalon had come, and he had fought Alexander in that colossal, ten-thousand-meter-tall mobile armor, it would have been a truly spectacular sight..."

Xia Fa shook his head, deciding to wait until the battle for the Golden Beacon Scroll was over before he could properly investigate the whereabouts of Prince Justinian and Avalon.

Oh, right, and Captain Hook... that was originally his target for this trip.

I don't know if it's because Captain Hook wasn't strong enough, or because he was too old, but he wasn't selected by the Golden Beacon Scroll for the initial list of thirty-two people, even though he had tried to enter the Sun Volcano several days earlier...

Suddenly, Tefaro's lazy yet amused voice rang out, pulling Xia Fa back to reality.

"Since the painter has already used his skills, I might as well tell you. Maybe you can use this to defeat the painter in the next round and get rid of a powerful and troublesome opponent for me."

He seemed to be joking, yet also quite serious, as he continued:

"【Anti-Reality】is a divine combat technique developed by the righteous god 【Temporary Reality】. Of course, unless one has mastered this divine combat technique, it is difficult for others to understand its specific abilities and effects. But there is only one thing."

Tefal pointed to the metal arena with the hilt of the scimitar he was holding.
On the metal arena, not only was the area around the Laughing Clown transformed into an oil painting, but the Laughing Clown himself was also about to become an oil painting.

What's even more chilling is that the clown's figure actually becomes thinner as a result, as if it has fallen from three dimensions to two dimensions and is about to become a human figure in a painting!
“Turning ‘reality’ into an ‘oil painting’—isn’t that equivalent to ‘anti-reality’? That’s right, this is one of the methods of the divine tactic of ‘anti-reality’.”

With a simple sentence, Tefaro made Xiafa grasp the essence of this divine battle technique, as well as its terrifying and powerful nature.

Alexander listened very attentively, even though he was the young master of the School of All Machines, his teacher had never introduced these things to him.

At that moment, Alexander exclaimed in disbelief:

"Holy crap, that's insane, how are the others supposed to fight?"

Tefal's lips curled slightly, revealing a smile that suggested he had everything under control.

"It's very simple. Using this divine combat technique requires time to prepare and cannot be disturbed. So, once you're really facing the painter, just launch a full-scale attack."

Xia Fa showed a slight look of realization. No wonder the painter and the laughing clown chose to confront each other at the beginning.

The clown, who had been trying to use his clone to become invisible and ambush the painter, had already replaced his original self with an oil painting self-portrait, while his true self quietly slipped into the sky.

At that time, He might have already been preparing the divine battle strategy of "anti-reality".

By the time His [Oil Self-Portrait] was destroyed and His true form in the sky was discovered, the painter was probably almost finished preparing before hiding in the [Guardian Castle], ready to launch the attack.

"We still lack information. Didn't the Clown of Laughter investigate any potential rivals who might compete with Him for the Golden Beacon Scroll?"

Xia Fa learned from the lessons of the clown and summarized them.

But it makes sense, considering that it's rumored that there's a feud between the two righteous gods, [Silver Universe] and [Paradox Clown], to the point that the believers of the Church of Paradox dare not enter the Silver Universe Church's chapel.

The Crimson Agent initially allowed Pompeii to exploit this point, which led the Bald family to worship the steward of the true god, the "Paradox Clown," thus luring him out of the Church of St. Vivian and allowing the Snow Fairy to successfully descend.

Now, the fact that the righteous god [Silver Universe] is willing to allow the most outstanding young man of this generation from the Earth God Kingdom, [Paradox Clown], namely the Laughing Clown, to come to Caligi to compete for the Golden Beacon Scroll is already quite remarkable.

In this situation, even the clown wouldn't dare to push his luck and try to find out anything about Tefalo and the painter, even if the painter believed in the "Nature Monarch" rather than the "Silver Universe."

On the other hand, it's estimated that the Laughing Clown probably has no idea which opponents He will encounter, so naturally He has no way to gather intelligence.

Now, the negative consequences are already becoming apparent.

Because he was unaware of the painter's information, especially that the painter possessed the divine combat technique of "Anti-Reality," which, once activated, was almost impossible to resist, the Clown of Laughter... was about to be defeated.

At this moment, above the metal arena.

The painter's expression clearly became much more composed, truly displaying the elegance of an artist.

This top-tier angel-level overlord, although his performance in the second round of the small world was somewhat poor, or rather, too emotional and too romantic.

However, in the third round, when He truly unleashed His full power and clashed head-on with other top-tier angel-level overlords, He still revealed His unparalleled strength.

The painter carefully painted, stroke by stroke, on his canvas.
On the metal arena, around the Laughing Clown, pumpkin carriages carrying bombs, forest elves wielding bows and arrows, and thunderclouds with big, watery eyes all appeared.

At this moment, not only had the clown's body become completely two-dimensional, but it was almost turning into a portrait in the oil painting.
Even the pumpkin carriages, forest elves, and thunderclouds, along with the kingdom's army and the candy that cried for help that followed, seemed to have stepped into the painting.

An oil painting, as the name suggests, is naturally completely still; the clown is completely unable to move.

As the magical abilities of the pumpkin carriage and the kingdom's army from the fairy tale world entered the oil painting, a bizarre and astonishing scene unfolded!

Before the wide-eyed eyes of the entire universe, the "anti-realistic" "oil painting" first appeared cavalrymen wielding candy lances, and then elves holding bows and arrows.
These cavalrymen and elves, who were clearly stationary, suddenly and mysteriously "teleported" to the side of the equally stationary Laughing Clown.

It feels as if someone first painted the cavalry and elves, then erased them, and then painted them again close to the laughing clown in the painting!
Not only the cavalry and elves, but also above the head of the Laughing Clown, there appeared still thunderclouds, its cheeks puffed out, its large, watery eyes filled with an angry expression, as if it were about to unleash a bolt of lightning.

The pumpkin carriages carrying extraordinary bombs also appeared around the Laughing Clown, surrounding him completely.

Everything fell silent again; on the metal arena, it was as if only a giant painting stood there.

The Laughing Clown is located in the center of the painting, with a large-eyed cloud above his head that is about to strike down with lightning, and cavalry, elves, and a pumpkin carriage beside him, all in a pose as if about to launch an attack.

This is clearly a frozen scene, but the next moment, the oil painting changes again.

This time, the oil painting takes on a touch of ancient Greek tragedy, presenting a rather melancholic scene.

That was the Laughing Clown, lying on the ground, his body riddled with green arrows and holes pierced by lances, blood gushing out.

In addition, his whole body was blown to pieces, and there were marks on his body from being struck by lightning. His arms had turned into candy and were broken off.

The feeling this painting evokes is so apt that even its title, "The Death of the Clown," would be very fitting.

"call--"

Everyone could clearly see that the painter standing on the balcony inside the guardian castle in the air visibly breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his brow.

It seems that even for Him, launching such an attack, especially by incorporating the various secret abilities of the fairy tale world into the [anti-realistic] painting to kill the Laughing Clown, is quite energy-consuming.

"The Clown of Laughter... defeated just like that?"

"Sigh, there's nothing we can do. Didn't you hear what the commentator said? The divine combat technique of 'Anti-Reality' is still too advanced."

"Yes, unless the Clown of Laughter doesn't choose to have his clone stealthily attack from the start, but instead launches a preemptive strike, leaving the Painter no time to prepare, then there's probably no chance of winning."

"That's not necessarily true. Didn't you see? The painter signed the top-tier secret agreement for the Fairy Tale World! Is it really that difficult for Him to hold off the Laughing Clown and give Him time to prepare for the [Anti-Reality]?"

"That's true... It seems like this Super Fighting Grand Prix will be a final between Tefal and the Painter!"

Have you forgotten Caesar?

"Caesar? Hmph, although he is a signatory to the Silver Throne, his rank is too low, not even a demigod. I really can't imagine how he's going to deal with the irresistible methods of Tefal and the Painter."

"Yes, the offensive methods of Tefalo and the painter are simply too overpowered. Caesar can't possibly fight them head-on, and there seems to be no other way to deal with them."

"Go! Go! Go painter! Go! Go! Go! Go clown!"

On the metal ring, the "oil painting" suddenly began to fade, its vibrant colors returning to realistic hues.

The cavalry, the elves, the clouds... all vanished, leaving only the Laughing Clown lying on the ground, seemingly lifeless.

An angel, and a top-tier angelic overlord at that, was killed just like that, but no one was shocked.

After all, in an anti-realistic oil painting, it's perfectly normal for the clown's body, soul, and will to be destroyed.

The painter was preparing to release the guardian castle and fly down from the sky.

But suddenly, He realized something was wrong and immediately hid inside the castle.

boom!
Just then, the clown who appeared to be dead on the ground suddenly exploded!
The next moment, a new clown with a startled laugh stepped out from the void, his face painted with greasepaint as calm as ever, still holding the same eerie green poison dagger in both hands.

what happened?
Outside the golden barrier, almost all the spectators were completely bewildered.

Wasn't the Laughing Clown dead?
What's with this clown who's always causing a stir?
Even inside the golden barrier, on the pirate ship, the young overlords all wore expressions of astonishment.

Even Xia Fa was somewhat surprised, never expecting the battle to develop in this way!
The painter had expended most of his energy and finally managed to "kill" the Laughing Clown.

In the end, it seems that only the clone of the Laughing Clown was killed?
And the real Clown of Laughter... has actually been hiding in the void all along?

But that doesn't make sense! The painter has already used the divine tactic of "anti-reality," so how could he not know that he's dealing with a clone of a frightening clown?

This is completely impossible!

Tefaro was the most astonished of all, because for someone with such high intelligence, nothing was more astonishing than things going against his expectations.

However, He was almost the quickest to react among everyone.

Tefal's eyes narrowed, as if he were thinking rapidly, and he murmured to himself, as if trying to organize his thoughts:

"No, that's not right. As a divine battle technique, [Anti-Reality] could absolutely not be unaware of even a clone..."

"But the Clown of Laughter is clearly a clone..."

“Unless…unless…”

Tefaro suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, as if he had reached a conclusion:

"The Clown of Laughter... also used a divine battle tactic to deceive the painter!"

His words gave Xia Fa some ideas, so he tried saying:
"Could it be that the Clown of Laughter, whose clone is almost indistinguishable from a real person, was created using divine battle techniques?"

Tefaro nodded:

"It's possible, but we don't know which divine battle technique it is. Even I can't fully understand all the divine battle techniques created by the nine righteous gods, especially the two most powerful righteous gods, [Absolute Defense] and [Paradox Clown], each of whom has three different divine battle techniques."

Just when everyone was confused, the commentator's voice rang out, answering the questions of the audience and the players.

"I never expected this! I never expected this! The Clown of Laughter actually possesses the divine battle techniques of Lord Paradox Clown!"

"Of course, there are three kinds of divine battle techniques created by the Paradox Clown, and the Laughing Clown has only mastered one of them."

"However, this is almost the most difficult type to deal with... [The original body does not exist]!"

"As everyone can see, the painter's anti-realism can transform reality into an oil painting, thereby unleashing an offensive tactic that is almost impossible for the enemy to resist."

"The fact that the Joker's 'original form does not exist' means that he never has a true form; all his bodies are clones! This naturally prevents the painter from discovering any clues!"

"Unless we kill all of His clones, we will never be able to defeat Him!"

[The original entity no longer exists]...

Xia Fa narrowed his eyes, realizing for the first time the power of the true god, the Paradox Clown.

This divine battle technique alone sounds extremely troublesome and difficult to deal with.

In particular, what if it were the very god, Paradox Joker, who used it?
Xia Fa suddenly understood why [Absolute Defense], an existence capable of single-handedly hunting down and annihilating five Great Old Ones, still managed to fight [Paradox Joker] to a draw...

At this moment, the painter emerged again from the balcony guarding the castle.

"Haha, so it was the original body that didn't exist. Indeed, the original body didn't exist..."

He actually spoke like that, facing the laughing clown on the metal ring.

It seems that the commentator explained it to the public because He was fully aware of the power and effects of the divine battle technique of "non-existence of the original body".

Otherwise, wouldn't that be equivalent to revealing the most important information about the clown to the painter?
"You should just admit defeat. If I'm not mistaken, with your angelic status, you can only divide your main body into three clones at most. I've already killed one of them. Even if you attack with two clones together, you still can't defeat me."

The painter spoke in a clear voice, his expression becoming increasingly elegant and composed.

The reason is simple... He has always been wary of the Laughing Clown and has not truly deactivated the [Anti-Reality] that has already been activated!
In this situation, within the scope of the metal arena, He can transform reality into His own oil painting anywhere, and then continue to use the various secret abilities from the fairy tale world to enter the oil painting and launch an attack!
Even if the Joker's original body had ceased to exist and he had only split into three clones, he was confident that he could defeat or kill all ten clones!

After all, even now, He has only used up less than one-fifth of His extraordinary power!

The clown, upon hearing the painter's words, remained calm and looked up at the painter standing on the castle balcony.

The instant He looked up, an enormous shadow enveloped the entire guardian castle.

Another enormous clown head appeared, also ten thousand meters long. This time, the Laughing Clown seemed to have learned its lesson and launched a direct attack without hesitation, trying to prevent the painter from maintaining the ability to "anti-reality"!

call out!call out!
But it was no use. The painter was clearly prepared. Two more squads of royal cavalry appeared on either side of the enormous clown's head, charging in a cross formation.

boom! ! !
The clown's head, which was ten thousand meters long, burst open like a balloon.

Only the eerie clown's laughter remained, echoing in the air.

"Hehehe, hahaha! Hehehe, hahaha! Hehehe, hahaha!"

Almost instantly, the area around the Laughing Clown... became vibrant again, filled with the texture of an oil painting!

He was trapped once again within the anti-realistic oil painting! Just as powerless to resist! And unable to escape!

Alexander sighed and shook his head.
"There's no other way. Once [Anti-Reality] is activated, there's almost no chance of turning the tide."

Xia Fa and Te Faro remained silent. As the two who might face the painter, they had already begun to ponder how to deal with the painter's almost unsolvable methods if they were to encounter him.

On the castle, the painter once again held up his easel and began to paint rapidly.

Just like last time, the clown couldn't escape, and couldn't even move. Everything was frozen in time, like a giant oil painting. Cavalry, elves, clouds... appeared in the painting, all frozen in a pose as if launching an attack.

Then, as the image frozen in the oil painting changed, the Laughing Clown lay on the ground again, his body riddled with arrows, his body ripped to shreds from the explosion, and his arms broken off by sugar.

boom!
As the painting was removed, the clown's body exploded once again.

On the balcony guarding the castle, the painter was already out of breath, but it was clear that He could launch at least three more such attacks.

But then, unexpectedly,
In the void, a third new Joker of Laughter appeared.

But He simply stood there quietly, looking up at the painter in the air, without speaking or surrendering, his expression remaining as calm as ever.

"Are you really that desperate to get the Golden Beacon Scroll? Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Even the painter was somewhat surprised.

"I'll give you a chance. Surrender now and I won't kill you. After all, this is your last clone, which is equivalent to your main body."

The painter began to count down in a very ceremonial manner.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

(End of this chapter)