Nobody told me this wasn't a game.

This is a great opportunity to improve himself! He didn't care about anything else; he was already buried by the grave anyway, so what was there to say?

Give it a try!

For Fan Kou—

He thought to himself, "If my opponent were anyone else, I might consider going easy on him. But since it's Old Man Mu, there seems to be no need to hold back! Let me see what you're really made of!"

A strong wind swept across the Sky City.

The audience below the stage sensed a chilling aura emanating from their imposing presence, which inevitably excited them.

Mayumi looked at the two of them and said with a smile, "Before going on stage, Mr. Banguchi and Mr. Ki were quite relaxed, but once they stepped onto the stage, they obviously became serious."

Blood Rose smiled and chimed in, "We've seen Mr. Mu's abilities, but what kind of power Mr. Fankou possesses remains a mystery."

"Are you ready?"

From the audience, Zuo Chang asked a loud question.

Fan Kou and Mu Suogen nodded simultaneously. Zuo Chang immediately struck the gong in his hand. The deity flicked his finger, and an hourglass on the table flipped over, with fine golden sand falling down.

The sand inside drained out in exactly one minute.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mu Suogen raised his hand, and a pillar of yellow sand shot out from his sleeve, striking straight at Fan Kou with an extremely heavy momentum!

Without the slightest hesitation, Fan Kou stood still and threw a punch, shattering the pillar of yellow sand into pieces!

but……

Musuogen's offensive continued unabated, with countless fine sands spreading like mist, enveloping the heavens and the earth.

The yellow sand did not scatter; instead, under precise control, it swirled around Fan Kou. In the blink of an eye, fine sand piled up at Fan Kou's ankles, knees, shoulders, wrists, and other joints, tangled like cocoons.

The sand cocoon collapsed several times at Fankou, and the yellow sand reformed at an even faster rate.

This repeated several times, and thirty seconds passed quietly, but Fankou hadn't managed to launch a single decent attack and remained constantly restrained.

"Precise technique."

Those watching from below the stage were all experts; the only one who was somewhat lacking was perhaps Feng Gu (character/integrity).

Regardless of their combat prowess, their vision is sharp.

Musuogen displayed superb sand control skills; his use of magic seemed to have reached a level of "exquisite subtlety," which was exceptionally skillful.

Compared to him, Fan Kou seemed rather inexperienced.

The god, observing the battle, said bluntly, "There's absolutely no chance of winning; the odds are too far apart."

Zuo Chang activated his Qi-absorbing eyes and nodded in agreement: "Old Mu used to work under the Divine Sound Society, traveling through various communities, and engaging in subversive activities. He must have a wealth of experience in struggle. In comparison, Fan Kou is a diplomat from 1555, so it's reasonable that he's weaker in combat capabilities."

For some reason, Aloe felt somewhat uncomfortable hearing Zuo Changhe and the God of Heaven make such comments.

But it seems impossible to refute.

She simply said, "Fan Kou's combat ability is at least average among the adventurers of the Twelve Realms... However, his specialty is wide-ranging melee combat, which is extremely destructive and resilient. Mr. Mu's sand magic is a perfect counter to him."

Bai Lin put his hands behind his back and said, "Old Mu won too much. Fan Kou couldn't even find his true form."

One minute passed quickly.

Once the sand in the hourglass had run out, Musokgen immediately stopped his attack.

Fan Kou, who had been battling the yellow sand the whole way, also stopped. He looked at Mu Suogen in astonishment, not expecting that this old man was so good at fighting!

That minute felt so long. Fan Kou tried several times to break free of the restraints, but he couldn't escape the entanglement of the yellow sand.

Throughout the entire ordeal, he was confined to his spot and unable to mount any effective attacks!

Fan Kou barely managed to maintain his composure and said, "Ah... I admire you! Mr. Mu, your strength has exceeded my expectations."

"Accepted."

The voice rang out beside Fankou.

On one side of the entrance, he was shocked to find that the "wooden rope root" directly in front of him had suddenly collapsed and turned into fine sand scattered on the ground.

The real Mussogen appeared from the air, standing behind him!

In an instant, a sense of shame welled up within me.

"When? I...I didn't even notice!"

They are both adventurers at the twelfth realm, yet their combat skills are worlds apart!

"The outcome is obvious, there's no need for further discussion, right?"

Zuo Chang looked around; no one objected.

He announced, "The winner is Musogen! Who's next? Let's draw lots."

Bai Lin subconsciously looked at Aloe.

Aloe pretended not to notice, but thought to herself, "Mr. Bai Lin seems kind, but he's probably the most conservative one in terms of his ideas. Is he worried that I'll come forward? I won't."

Zuo Chang's rules are very clear.

The draw is only conducted once, and the winner of the first match will face the winner of the second match in the next round.

In other words, if Aloe vera steps forward now and wins the match, it means that a "root master" will emerge between her and Mussogen.

Clearly, Bai Lin's gaze at this moment carried a subtle warning.

He didn't want to see that kind of scene.

but……

"Conversely, remaining silent at this moment is also a way of expressing my attitude. Mr. Bai Lin, your concerns are unfounded, and I will prove to you that I am a smart man."

The aloe vera didn't move at all!

"General, let me give it a try."

Seeing that no one else was going forward, the bird took the initiative to speak.

"can."

Zuo Chang held up the cardboard box in his hand, and Fei Niao casually pulled it out, immediately frowning!

She looked at Bai Lin and unfolded the paper: "White Scale Knight, my opponent is you."

Bai Lin, expressionless, said, "General Fei Niao, you are very lucky. Our competition need not take place. I suddenly realized something yesterday—I am actually unable to accept the source of the gods."

The bird was taken aback.

Zuo Chang was also taken aback and asked in surprise, "Why?"

"Because of heretics. General, have you forgotten? I once converted to the Asura path for power—recently, I have clearly felt the power of the Asura path becoming more active. At this moment, accepting a completely new power might not be a good idea."

"..."

is not it?

Zuo Chang lowered his head and looked at the gods.

The celestial being, with an upright expression, said, “Don’t look at me. The reason why heretics are ‘heretics’ is because they ‘don’t belong to this world,’ while I am just a god of this world. I don’t really understand the power of heretics, I only know that it is very dangerous.”

Zuo Chang frowned; the unknown always made him uneasy: "Bai Lin, is there something wrong with you?"

Bai Lin shook his head: "I don't think so. It's just that in the dead of night, I can feel the breathing of the heretical demons becoming clearer and clearer... Other than that, there is nothing else."

Shouldn't we be wary of this?

Zuo Chang felt slightly uneasy, but even the gods didn't know what heretics were, so how could he investigate?

He had no choice but to put it aside for the time being and said, "Alright! In that case, Asuka wins—who's the third? Let's draw lots!"

Chapter 375 Humility

The internal competition was related to the attribution of power, but because there were a few shrewd individuals and a few slackers among the participants, the overall atmosphere was not very enthusiastic.

However, some people take this matter very seriously.

Blood Rose is one of them.

For her, who considers Zuo Chang her life's pursuit, this period of time can be described as extremely anxious.

"My combat ability is too weak."

Because of her innate "abundant body," Blood Rose has a natural weakness in combat.

In an ordinary organization, this might not be a big problem; under Zuo Chang's command, this weakness became exceptionally glaring.

Furthermore, because Zuo Chang completely abandoned the previous management model, Blood Rose's most proficient interrogation skills were almost completely wasted.

She increasingly felt that she had not achieved enough outstanding results under Zuo Chang's command.

Her only contribution recently has been training a disciplined force, mainly responsible for maintaining security in Tianwang City.

Now, an opportunity has presented itself.

Blood Rose is uncertain—

wrong.

If measured by combat prowess, she would actually find it difficult to win, but she still wants to give it a try.

She stepped forward and said, "General, I'll go next."

"can."

Zuo Chang handed over the cardboard box, and Blood Rose let out a soft breath and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

Upon unfolding it, she was immediately disappointed!

"My opponent is... Lady Time Saintess."

She turned her head and looked at the saint.

The saintess slowly shook her head and said, "My situation is similar to that of the White Scale Knight. I possess the art of time and space, and I am also the saintess of the Goddess of Time. Objectively and in terms of faith, I cannot accommodate the so-called 'Root' and become a new god. Therefore, I give up."

Blood Rose was taken aback and looked at Zuo Chang.

Zuo Chang didn't quite understand either, but since the Holy Maiden had taken the initiative to give up, there was nothing more to say.

He nodded and said, "In that case, Ms. Aloe and Feng Gu, you two will be the final opponents."