Lin Ran was about to make a move!
This was exciting news for any contestant aiming for the championship.
What was Lin Ran's true strength after enduring the backlash of secret techniques? This was a topic of great importance.
Now, an individual who seemed to have some history with Lin Ran had appeared, practically inviting a fight. This couldn't be more perfect.
The only regret was that this Turing was merely a member of Panama Federation's second team, likely lacking sufficient strength.
How much better would it be if he were facing a main force from a national team!
Wiggins, who was sensitive to the emotional changes around him, quickly detected the disdain from many on the stage and let out a cold snort.
These brats dared to look down on him?
Then he had to show them, and let them truly taste the fear of necromancy!
Wiggins first let out three cold laughs, then lightly removed his top hat.
The next moment, Wiggins' figure transformed into a deep, dim hurricane force descending from the sky, landing precisely in the center of the arena.
Concurrently, his sinister and vast dark energy spread out in all directions without reservation.
This astonishing entrance immediately changed the expressions of countless spectators and contestants.
Good heavens! This person was a peak seventh-tier expert?!
When did Panama Federation become so rich in talent? A mere second team could produce such a terrifying existence?
Many people couldn't help but quickly cast their eyes towards the main force captain of the Panama Federation, the Deadly Golden Boot Dolu, to check his reaction.
From Dolu's expression, it was clear he could only be described as utterly bewildered.
In Dolu's mind, Turing had always been a promising and polite junior. Why did his aura today resemble that of an ancient, decaying old bastard?
Could it be that he harbored some unknown secrets, and Lin Ran happened to be privy to them?
And he himself was completely unaware... This was truly preposterous.
Looking at Turing smiling on the stage, Dolu felt a wave of displeasure and indignation.
This guy...
When he's done fighting Lin Ran, Dolu would definitely chase him and demand an explanation!
As for Lin Ran on the other side, he maintained his usual languid demeanor.
A sickly expression, a sickly attitude, a sickly posture...
Compared to the seemingly arrogant and overbearing Turing, the difference was worlds apart.
Could he truly defeat Turing like this?
Countless people had a huge question mark in their minds.
Watching the countdown on the stage drawing nearer, the audience was truly a mix of all sorts of thoughts.
3!
2!
1!
The match begins!
At the exact moment the countdown ended, Wiggins extended both hands high into the air.
And with this motion, two necronomicon books of different colors and shapes immediately appeared in his hands.
A necromancer?!
Dolu's face twisted further.
Good heavens...
When he registered for the competition, he had clearly remembered Turing's abilities.
Logically, he should have been a fire-attribute awakened one. This awkward situation made him feel like he was truly blind.
"It's actually necromancy..."
"Frankly, with the shift in talent awakening trends in recent years, necromancy has become extremely rare."
"Even those who awakened related talents often gravitate towards other directions."
"After all, the evil methods of necromancy are prone to actions that anger heaven and man."
Kaiser said slowly.
As a great general of the Sacred Empire, if anyone had the most dealings with such things, it would undoubtedly be him.
In their nation, there was an organization called the Dark Council, which was in constant opposition to them.
Although the Sacred Empire had organized countless purges against the Dark Council, that Dark Council was like a centipede, never truly dying, which was extremely frustrating.
Out of his dislike for the Dark Council, Kaiser naturally couldn't take a liking to this Turing.
Wiggins, however, was smiling gleefully on the stage. Taking advantage of the sound cover from Lin Ran's illusion formation, he dropped all pretense:
"Do you know? In my prime, I once touched the threshold of a tenth-tier awakened being..."
"Unfortunately, I was later tricked and my lifespan was severely depleted."
"To continue lingering in this world, I had to perform wave after wave of self-amputation and guide wave after wave of slaughter."
"It took nearly a hundred years to stabilize my strength to the peak of the seventh tier..."
"But this is merely temporary."
"If I cannot find a living body to possess, I will ultimately be in a vicious cycle of impending death."
"This is also the purpose of my presence here..."
"Originally, my intended successor should have been Arthur."
"But with your appearance, I believe I have found a new answer!"
Lin Ran's face twisted at Wiggins' words, then he sneered:
"Intended successor?"
"You old bastard, that's truly a nauseating thing to say..."
"In that case, I will sever this fleeting dream of yours and personally send you to the netherworld to atone for the wronged souls you've killed without a clear cause!"
As Lin Ran spoke, he was also raising his aura.
However, compared to Wiggins, who was fully prepared from the start, Lin Ran was still a bit slow.
Rustle!
Rustle!
The two necronomicon books summoned by Wiggins moved in the wind, flipping open on their own accord.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Buzz buzz buzz!
As the necronomicon books turned, dark-attribute contract summoning formations appeared.
And what was even more exaggerated was that the formation structures created by Wiggins were incredibly complex, unlike those of ordinary necromancers.
The most direct point was that Wiggins could effortlessly summon dozens of summoning formations with a mere flick of his wrist!
What's more, each of these so-called summoning formations spawned more than one summoned creature...
Therefore, within this brief display, Wiggins was already surrounded by various types of undead units.
Even a rough count would estimate no less than two hundred.
A squad of death knights riding nightmare bone horses and wielding war spears...
Death warriors with bone shields in their left hands and bone swords in their right, forming neat ranks...
Death archers positioned in the rear ranks, their arrowheads emanating necromantic fire...
And some death mages, also holding necronomicon books and death scepters, chanting incantations...