The Spirit Stones wagered for the third match will likely be substantial.
If he wins, his Spirit Stone count will surely skyrocket!
Soon, three days passed.
Lu Changsheng’s third martial contest officially arrived.
His opponent was named Yue Yin!
Yue Yin seemed to be rather extraordinary.
Like Lu Changsheng, he had also won two consecutive matches, but his victories appeared more arduous.
Each win was marked by fierce combat and narrowly achieved success.
After some brief analysis, Lu Changsheng grasped Yue Yin’s situation.
"This guy is a master of playing the pig to eat the tiger!"
"Every match seemed tough, yet he managed to win. This demonstrates an ability to perfectly control the situation."
"Only if one’s strength vastly exceeds the opponent’s can one achieve such control."
"This Yue Yin’s true strength is likely immense! No wonder the Battlefield arranged for him to be my opponent—my dominant performance in the last two matches probably led most people to bet on me winning."
"If I lose, the Battlefield will reap enormous gains, all in one sweep!"
Lu Changsheng deduced the intentions of the Battlefield.
He even discerned that Yue Yin was playing the "pig to eat the tiger," hiding an alarmingly potent strength.
Nonetheless, this was also an opportunity for Lu Changsheng.
"118 Spirit Stones, all in!"
Without hesitation, Lu Changsheng wagered all of his Spirit Stones. If he won, his Spirit Stones would double, rising to 236.
An hour before the start of the match, Lu Changsheng finally learned the total amount of Spirit Stones wagered.
Two thousand three hundred and eighty Spirit Stones!
This was an overwhelmingly terrifying amount.
Lu Changsheng’s victories in the previous two contests had earned quite a bit of popularity.
After all, martial artists who cleanly and decisively defeat their opponents are rare.
Most tend to hide their strength, playing the pig to eat the tiger.
"Two thousand three hundred and eighty Spirit Stones! That’s a lot—more than most third matches."
"If I win, combined with the wagered Spirit Stones, I’ll walk away with a total of 474 Spirit Stones."
Lu Changsheng calculated.
Nearly five hundred Spirit Stones—already remarkable.
So, Lu Changsheng quietly waited.
An hour later, Lu Changsheng stepped onto the battlefield for his third martial contest.
His opponent Yue Yin stood there—a middle-aged man dressed entirely in black, his expression calm and composed.
Neither spoke a word.
Within Yue Yin’s gaze, a faint streak of sharp malevolence flickered.
As the announcer from the Battlefield called out.
The Brain Domain descended.
As it descended, five radiant beams of light flashed.
Five radiant beams, representing the Five Elements Law!
In the Ancient Domain, Dao Foundation martial artists who mastered the Five Elements Law are incredibly rare.
However, in the Holy Land, martial artists who command Five Elements Law, Six Dao Laws, or even Seven and Eight Laws are uncommon yet attainable.
Especially those from sects or factions with Holy Land legacies, their Dao Foundation cultivators often wield many Laws, rivaling any talent of Lu Changsheng’s caliber.
Now, the emergence of the Five Elements Law immediately unleashed terrifying Divine Arts.
"Divine Art: Unity of Ten Thousand Paths!"
"Divine Art: Thousand Snow Ice Seal!"
"Divine Art: Hundred Rivers Struggle!"
Yue Yin uttered a light command.
With Yue Yin’s gentle command, one Divine Art after another was unleashed.
Yue Yin extraordinarily released three Divine Arts in an instant.
And each Divine Art was a top-tier Composite Divine Technique deduced from five Laws.
Who would have expected such devastating power to erupt from a Dao Foundation martial artist previously known only for "struggling" to win his matches?
It was as if an ant were trying to devour an elephant!
Instantly, the Battlefield erupted in chaos.
Especially among those observing the match—they practically gasped aloud.
"What? Three Divine Arts? And they’re all top-tier Composite Divine Techniques, each derived from the mastery of five Laws."
"Unbelievable, truly unbelievable. Where did such a formidable expert come from? At this level of strength, passing three, seven, or even eight matches wouldn’t seem difficult!"
"It’s over. I’ve lost this time..."
"To think he could cultivate even the Unity of Ten Thousand Paths Divine Art, though not yet perfected, at least reaching the perfected level. The ferocious release of three Divine Arts in tandem—how can Lu Changsheng possibly resist?"
"Lu Changsheng is doomed... For all my faith in his prowess, only to have him face Yue Yin now—such bad luck!"
Many exclaimed in awe.
Yue Yin’s sudden explosion of strength meant they were all bound to lose.
After all, most people had bet on Lu Changsheng.
Who could have imagined Yue Yin’s actual strength would be this overwhelming?
But on the stage, Lu Changsheng remained as calm as ever.
Not a trace of change was visible on his face.
And top-tier Divine Arts at that.
All of this was within Lu Changsheng’s expectations.
Perhaps Yue Yin’s abilities exceeded Lu Changsheng’s initial assessment slightly.
But what did that matter?
To Lu Changsheng, it was all the same.
Whether a bit stronger or far stronger—it made no difference.
With a thought, Lu Changsheng activated his Brain Domain.
Accompanying the descent of the Brain Domain, four radiant beams of light faintly shimmered.
Only four beams of light.
Yet these four beams combined gave rise to an aura of terrifying presence.
Earth, fire, water, and wind—the Four Symbols Laws converged, subtly triggering a unique transformation.
"Divine Art: Four Symbols Prison!"
Instantly, a "prison" forged from the Four Symbols Laws appeared.
In an instant, it enveloped Yue Yin’s Brain Domain along with his three Divine Arts.
The three top-tier Composite Divine Techniques collided fiercely with Lu Changsheng’s Four Symbols Prison.
Then, a shocking scene unfolded.
Despite the thunderous and earth-shaking impact.
Lu Changsheng’s Four Symbols Prison remained unshaken.
No matter how violently the three Divine Arts struck, the Four Symbols Prison proved indestructible.
As the dust settled, Yue Yin realized he was trapped.
Confined securely within the Four Symbols Prison.
"What is this Divine Art? Why have I never seen or heard of it before?"
"Such imprisonment-type Divine Arts are rare, but even among the top-tier ones, none fit this category."
"A Divine Art composed of four Laws can directly imprison three top-tier Composite Divine Techniques derived from five Laws? This is utterly unthinkable!"
"I... I might actually win!"
"I’ll strike it rich this time... Who would have guessed Lu Changsheng could truly suppress everything?"
Witnessing this scene, all onlookers were dumbfounded.
Unable to believe their eyes.
A Yue Yin who exploded with such terrifying power clearly possessed strength to win seven, eight, or—with a bit of luck—even ten matches.
But such a mighty Dao Foundation expert was imprisoned by Lu Changsheng.
And with an effortless gesture.
"Divine Art: Minor Five Elements Annihilation!"
With a wave of his hand, Lu Changsheng acted.
Instantly, a black torrent surged within the Four Symbols Prison.
It engulfed Yue Yin’s body entirely.
Yue Yin let out a miserable scream.
Bound by the Four Symbols Prison, his released Divine Arts were completely suppressed. How could he possibly withstand the Minor Five Elements Annihilation Divine Art?
With one horrific cry, Yue Yin’s body was devoured by the black torrent, reduced to dust in the blink of an eye.
"Third match of the martial contest—Lu Changsheng wins!"
As the announcer from the Battlefield declared the result.
Lu Changsheng stepped down from the stage, one step at a time.
From beginning to end, his demeanor was calm and indifferent.
As if he barely cared about the third martial contest.
The crowd of bettors erupted in joy.
"Hahaha, I’ve struck gold this time!"
"I knew betting on Lu Changsheng in this match would pay off handsomely."
"Lu Changsheng truly delivered—it’s unbelievable that he managed to win!" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovᴇlFirᴇ(.)nᴇt
For a time, those who bet on Lu Changsheng were ecstatic.
Only the people of the Battlefield looked grim.
They had suffered massive losses in this round!
However, rules had to be followed.
Payouts must be made.
They even had to deliver Lu Changsheng’s winnings.
A total of 474 Spirit Stones!
"It seems I’ve underestimated you. I didn’t expect you to be just as deeply hidden—a top-tier Dao Foundation expert."
"Three martial contests, all victories. Now you can choose to continue participating in the Battlefield or leave directly."
The Battlefield personnel informed Lu Changsheng.
After all, those were the rules of the Battlefield.
The Battlefield remained steadfast in abiding by its regulations.