Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 2147 - Regardless of Life Or Death, My Fighting Spirit Will Burn Ad Infinitum

Infinitum Duels were sacred and exalted, and the realization of Infinitum Bodhimanda’s fighting spirit. As per the Code of Infinitum, no one in the Infinitum Bodhimanda would dare to profane the spirit of an Infinitum Duel. Throughout the entire history of the Infinitum Bodhimanda, there were clearly many hot-blooded and passionate stories around duels.

For Tianming, challenging seven people to a duel only had three ways of ending.

First, he killed all seven.

Second, he died.

Third, both parties were willing to end the duel.

The third scenario was a kind of compromise, where the defeated recognized their inferiority and the victor had become satisfied.

No one could interfere in the duel’s process. Such rules meant that normal people wouldn’t dare to issue a challenge under normal circumstances. The data of the Infinitum Duels would also be recorded in the Infinitum Steles. Records of the duels could help experts climb up the reges mundi ranking!

Honestly, Tianming hadn’t expected his first to happen so soon when he had been reading the Code of Infinitum.

“Swordgod Lin Clan disciple Lin Feng is willing to battle in an Infinitum Duel with these seven people. Regardless of life or death, my fighting spirit will burn ad infinitum!” Tianming drew out a drop of fresh blood and dripped it onto the Grand-Orient Sword before stabbing it into the ground. He let off a sacred and grand aura.

“We also accept!”

“Regardless of life or death, our fighting spirit will burn ad infinitum!”

Tianming was full of anticipation. “The Code of Infinitum states that after the battle starts, both sides can use the Infinitum Stele to link with Ebonia’s fusion formation. The fusion formation will create an ‘Infinitum Bodhimanda’ for the duel and place both parties inside.”

Infinitum Bodhimanda wasn’t just the name of a faction, but also the name of a dueling ground. The ground would be an extension of a sixth-level world’s fusion formation. Why couldn’t even gods interfere with Infinitum Duels? It was because the ‘Infinitum Bodhimanda’ created was unbreakable regardless of how strong one was.

“It’s coming!” Tianming felt the ground shaking. The Infinitum Bodhimanda was the core of the duel and what ensured absolute fairness.

A massive black canopy suddenly rose up, forming a hemisphere that reached the clouds and trapped Tianming, along with Lin Jianchen’s group and the audience!

“Huh. Won’t this drag the audience in?” Tianming curiously looked around. However, he quickly understood—a layer of black divine patterns were covering the audience and all the surrounding buildings and ground. That meant that no matter how hard both sides fought, no collateral damage would happen. Thus, people and objects all acted as inviolable obstacles in the duel.

“This world is truly divine.”

Even a minor duel would activate the fusion formation and generate a battlefield for you! That was why the audience believed that Tianming’s choice of initiating a duel was foolish. Anything Lin Jianchen and the rest did within would be righteous and holy, with no punishment meted out. Tianming couldn’t leave without their permission, either.

“This’ll be fun.”

“Do you think Lin Jianchen will kill him?”

“It’s an Infinitum Duel! Not even the Second Patriarch would challenge the Infinitum Bodhimanda’s authority no matter how furious he is, right?”

When the black canopy appeared in the emporium, a commotion quickly occurred.

“Fuck! Second Patriarch, Second Patriarch! Come save your grandson!” Lin Dan hurried over and fell into a daze when he saw the canopy.

“Lin Goudan, you moron!” Lin Xiao’s cursing could be heard from within Brokensword Peak.

Two people, one man and one woman, also arrived from another direction. They were dressed in black and white sword robes with an emblem of crossed swords on their chest and black bamboo hats.

“The people from the Hall of Discipline are here.”

“Too late, the Infinitum Duel already started.”

“Lin Jianjia, Lin Jianchen’s younger sister is here. She’s only thirty-five and is the only six-six talent of the Third Branch this generation. She’s in the Hall of Discipline despite her young age.”

Many people couldn't resist giving the woman from the Hall of Discipline another look. She gave off a very gloomy aura, and her special distinguishing characteristic was that half of her long hair was black and the other half was white.

The youth next to her was older and even stronger, but he didn’t give off as sharp an aura as the woman.

In the Lin Clan, six-six talents were supreme and were usually heirs.

Lin Jianjia’s currently displeased expression was hidden by her bamboo hat.

“Interesting, the patrol stole our job. How’s your brother so unreliable? We already planned to work together on this.” The man, Lin Yijian, was displeased too.

“He wants to handle it himself so he can be praised by my father,” Lin Jianjia calmly said.

“How boring. How can a five-six talent compare to you?”

“Even so, he’s succeeded today. My father will definitely reward him for actually forcing Lin Feng into a duel.”

“Fine! He was just lucky that those girls of Lin Xingjing’s were trying to butter up to him.” The man helplessly shrugged. He frowned. “Do you think Lin Jianchen will kill him?”

“Based on what I understand of him, he wants to overshadow me, so he’ll definitely seize the chance,” Lin Jianjia said.

“I see, then there’s nothing left for our Hall of Discipline to do.”

“It’s not just us. Even if his grandparents come, they can only throw a tantrum outside,” Lin Jianjia said.

“He’s quite brave. I myself have never initiated a duel in my life.”

“Neither have I.” Lin Jianjia smirked. “He probably only skimmed the Code of Infinitum and hasn’t finished it yet.”

Suddenly, the people in front started to speak up. “The fight’s started.”

Everyone looked at two people inside, Lin Feng and Lin Jianchen.

Lin Jianchen took out a dark gold grade-nine divine artifact. The Godsin was the lowest tier of that grade and would be worth around five hundred merit points. This sword, however, would be worth at least three thousand. They were very different, despite both being grade-nine; this one had at least six grade-nine divine hazards within.

“Come.” Lin Jianchen turned into a gust of wind that swept toward Tianming. He was of the opinion that he should do things more beautifully this time, as this was the greatest audience he’d ever had.

“Lin Jianchen, in his forties and a third-level stellaminor.” Tianming made some calculations. Such a talent wouldn’t appear in deific-class worlds. People like Crimsonjade Qiang would need at least two hundred years to become a third-level sovereign.

Apart from Lin Jianchen, the other six were also from the Third Branch and were in their fifties, being second-level stellaminors.

“Interesting.” It was finally time for Tianming to shine. He gripped the Grand-Orient Sword with two hands, drawing a blood-red arc in the air with it. It was the power of the Flint Infernal Impulse.

“Take this, Lin Feng.” Lin Jianchen flicked his wrist and the dark gold sword in his hand turned into a beautiful gold sword flower. It was over a thousand meters across and contained millions of strands of sword ki.

“It’s normal for a third-level stellaminor like him to look down on a twelfth-level solarian like me. He probably thought I proposed a duel because the drug hampered my rationality.”

“Acting so cocky around me!” Ying Huo was hopping mad in the lifebound space.

“Let me out! I can act cocky too!” Lan Huang was running around, too.

“I’ll start first!” Tianming roared. He combined the astralforce from his five lifebound beasts, Ji Ji’s genesis ancestral nova source, and the Fiendsky Arm’s strength into his sword and unleashed the Ninedragon Tribulation.

Many powers accompanied the Flint Infernal Impulse as nine dragons merged, forming a fast, fierce, and vicious attack that shot through the air. It directly tore through the golden flower of swords, blowing them apart and continuing unimpeded toward Lin Jianchen.

Lin Jianchen was still smugly smirking when the attack abruptly arrived. His expression changed and he hurriedly used his sword to guard. His sword was immediately pushed back to his shoulder, which burst into a bloody mist under the assault of the Flint Infernal Impulse.

Like a brilliant shooting star, he crashed down to the ground, accompanied by the sound of shattering bones.