Wiggins shivered unexpectedly, his pupils contracting as he shifted his gaze to Lin Ran behind him.
Who could have imagined that this person, who moments ago looked sickly, would instantly transform into someone as if nothing had happened, erupting with such astonishing speed?
Then, if Lin Ran hadn't been backfired by the secret technique, how terrifying would his strength have been?
At the very least, his true combat power was definitely not as superficial as his appearance suggested, that of a mid-stage fifth-tier awakened being…
At the very least, he must be a peak seventh-tier!
Otherwise, how could he summon a Chaos Spirit of the same tier?
Judging by the strength Lin Ran had displayed today, one could fully imagine how high his status would be within Dragon Country.
And such a being, why would he hide as an unknown nobody, cross the ocean to the Island of Kyushu, and participate in a bizarre competition?
Could it be…
Wiggins was already hesitant to think further.
He suddenly realized that running into Lin Ran was an absolute, colossal mistake!
Huh? Wait… something feels off…
It seems this guy sought me out!
Meaning, my decision to infiltrate the Panama Federation, live as Turing for years, and successfully blend into this competition was also a mistake?!
And the reason why these two Dragon Country people only sent two participants was actually a diversion, feigning participation in the competition to arrest me?
But if that's the case, Lin Ran couldn't possibly have known all my plans from years ago, could he?
This plan had always been known only to myself. If the news had leaked, it would only be possible if I sleepwalked to Dragon Country at night, told Lin Ran, and then sleepwalked back…
This was obviously preposterous!
Wiggins, usually adept at thinking, was completely stunned today. Not only was he sweating profusely, but he couldn't even sort out many of his logical thoughts, completely engulfed in panic and chaos.
Of course, this was partly due to the innate fear of unknown threats, partly due to the side effects of the alchemical potions that strengthened him, and thirdly, because Lin Ran was continuously using the illusions of the Eternal Kaleidoscope, slowly devouring his mind like a frog boiled in warm water.
This method of gradually increasing the stakes had completely blocked any room for Wiggins to struggle, trapping him firmly within the formation.
"Roar!"
Unwilling, Wiggins let out an enraged roar, drew a sinister-looking ghost-head saber from his front, and slashed back at Lin Ran.
Sword of Victory - Dawn of Annihilation!
Lin Ran simply raised his hands, and a brand new divine artifact appeared in his grasp.
This Sword of Victory was imbued with an extremely powerful function of purification and cleansing of evil, making it an absolute crushing and restraining force against someone like Wiggins who used necromancy and consumed evil alchemical potions.
Not to mention, Wiggins's physical condition was still significantly inferior to Lin Ran's, who possessed the Golden Dragon bloodline.
Clang!
After a crisp sound of weapons clashing, Wiggins, along with his saber, was directly sent flying by Lin Ran's powerful horizontal slash.
He flew out as fast and as swift as a cannonball, only managing to stabilize his form with the help of the Undead King.
However, the situation on the Undead King's side was also extremely dire.
Facing a lone Chaos Spirit, no matter how much he summoned or engaged personally, he would be pushed into a desperate situation.
The difference in energy quality between the two was simply too vast, to the point of being incomparable.
It was only under Lin Ran's control that the Chaos Spirit maintained the patience of a cat playing with a mouse, toying with the Undead King, its offensive desire not particularly strong.
Otherwise, the Undead King would have likely been ground into mere bone powder long ago…
Looking at Lin Ran holding the holy sword ahead, and the Chaos Spirit condensing chaotic energy behind him, Wiggins gritted his teeth:
"Do you really want me to pull off something big, you guys…"
"In that case… then… no one gets to live!"
"Today, it's either success or death. I'll possess you, you little bastard, no matter what!"
With that said, Wiggins threw his head back and downed five to six tubes of brightly colored, unknown liquids in rapid succession. He then threw out three to four more spray-type potions, which splashed onto the Undead King beside him.
Instantly, both man and ghost became as energetic as if they had been injected with stimulants.
The former could now directly parry Lin Ran's holy sword strikes with his ghost-head saber, and the latter was bold enough to forcibly engage the Chaos Spirit's chaotic ripples head-on.
This wasn't the end. Wiggins roared again, summoning countless vengeful spirits in the air to assist in the battle.
At the same time, he did not forget to pull out bundles of alchemical acid bombs from his crotch and hurl them towards Lin Ran.
Gate of Babylon!
Lin Ran stood in place without moving, directly opening nearly eighty Gates of Babylon behind him and firing indiscriminately, shattering the acid bombs and causing their contents to spill.
The power of these viscous green toxic + corrosive liquids was truly terrifying. They could even penetrate the treasures Lin Ran shot out from the Gate of Babylon, causing some damage.
It was worth noting that after being tempered by the Subduing Demon Vajra Pestle, Lin Ran's Gate of Babylon treasures already possessed a considerable AOE explosive cleansing power. Yet, they were still entangled by these liquids as if they were clinging flesh.
Fortunately, after being recalled to the dimensional space, the treasures fired by the Gate of Babylon were automatically purified, so there was no need to worry too much.
Seeing that his acid bombs had failed to achieve their intended effect, Wiggins could no longer hold back and charged forward himself, saber in hand.
This time, Lin Ran did not choose to confront Wiggins with the Sword of Victory.
Instead, he slightly twitched his hand and drew out another sword.
Sword of Curses - Dathertin!
A demonic sword that carried a powerful curse of doom, which, once drawn, would not sheathe until it had taken a life!
As soon as this sword appeared, the vengeful spirits that were originally soaring arrogantly and dancing in the sky instantly became limp.
Let alone attacking or harassing Lin Ran, they dared not even approach within five hundred meters of him.
After all, the more one walked this path, the more they feared the powerful figures on this path.
It was just that Wiggins was too high on his current dosage, his mind already hazy.
Otherwise, with his aura of death, he would absolutely be suppressed by the Sword of Curses, unable to lift his head.
Looking at Wiggins, whose skin had turned purple, muscles bulging, face filled with murderous intent, and no longer capable of thinking of anything else.
Lin Ran's gaze gradually sharpened.
All the preliminaries had been laid out. It was time to finish it.
Since he had taken out the Sword of Curses, it proved that he had…
Made up his mind to kill!