Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 27 Half-Blood Drow

In the dueling arena.

"Look at those kobolds on the platform. By what right do they decide our lives? Just because they possess the greatest power in this world?"

The drow elf's long legs slashed towards Xinzang, but Xinzang grabbed her ankle with one hand.

Unexpectedly, she used the momentum to close the distance, then swung her longsword to strike.

Xin Zang had no choice but to let go and retreat.

"If you can only hope to distract me with nonsense, then you're probably going to lose." Shinzo's eyes were cold.

The drow elf in front of him was not annoyed.

She brushed past Xin Cang lightly, and if it weren't for the sword blade gleaming with a ghostly blue light grazing his vitals, it would have looked like lovers' tender embrace.

"Even if you beat me, so what?" Her voice rang in Xin Cai's ears. "No one ever leaves this infernal hell alive. They won't let you finish the fifth round alive... Darling, why don't we join forces?"

Her response was a burst of extraordinary flames, which, after several days of fierce fighting, were even more intense than before.

The scorching heat forced the drow elf back several steps.

"Alien race, I wish to leave. Why should I join forces with you?" Xin Zang gripped his axe tightly and swung it once more. "I will win glory for my god."

"You, like my mother, are nothing more than a discarded child abandoned by the gods!"

If you don't see eye to eye, even half a sentence is too much.

The two figures clashed fiercely once again.

……

And on the high platform at this moment.

A guard rushed up the stone steps and knelt before the old abbot and Monk, looking flustered.

"Abbot, Elder Huizhen of Jinguang Temple requests an audience..."

"No need to announce my arrival! I'm already inside!"

Before the old monk could speak, a fat monk had already rudely pushed past the guards and strode up the stands, panting heavily.

"Huizhen, you still have no manners."

"Why bother with manners with an old man like you?" Huizhen said without any politeness, shoving herself onto the stone seat next to Monk and using her fat to push the burly dragonblood warrior to the side.

The old abbot wasn't annoyed: "Why don't you enjoy your fine wine, meat, luxury cars, and beautiful women at the Golden Light Temple in the north, instead of coming all the way to my southern region to eat sand?"

"Trouble has broken out in the Northern Frontier! Demons are rampant, and the dead are rising from the dead." Huizhen sneered, throwing out the prepared message, "Abbot Huixin sent me to deliver a message: we need your help. Whether you provide magical artifacts or troops, the choice is yours. Furthermore, these demons are being manipulated by a foreign demon. If you stand idly by today, don't blame us for settling scores later once the Northern Frontier's defenses crumble!"

"Anotherworldly demon?"

Before the old abbot could speak, Monk straightened up, his eyes burning: "Master, the otherworldly demons you mentioned... are you referring to gods from another world?"

"Pretty much, that's the gist of it anyway." Huizhen lied without batting an eye.

Where is he supposed to meet some otherworldly demon?

It was just reciting what "Your Excellency" had instructed, verbatim.

The old abbot finally stopped turning the prayer beads, seemingly still weighing the pros and cons.

Monk, however, could not contain himself and spoke first, volunteering: "Abbot, we are grateful for the care and assistance Nanbang has provided these past few days. It would be best to entrust the task of exterminating the demons to my battle group, as a way of repaying your kindness. However, given the long journey ahead, I would appreciate it if the Abbot could allocate a batch of equipment and provisions as military supplies."

The old abbot glanced sideways slightly: "Is this the will of the deity behind you?"

"Indeed. Just now, my god issued a divine decree." Monk lowered his head, his eyes filled with fervor, "ordering me to lead a northern expedition against the heretics. I hope the abbot will grant this request."

The old abbot remained silent for a moment, his cloudy old eyes glancing at Huizhen, then at Mengke.

This is a risk-free business opportunity to deal with the Northern Kingdom without having to send out any troops ourselves.

"That's fine then."

As the two were talking, Huizhen didn't feel neglected; her attention was drawn to the two people in the audience.

"Those two down there seem to be quite skilled. Hasn't the abbot considered recruiting them?"

Huizhen leaned on the stone railing of the stands, her thick fingers pointing at the two people locked in a fierce battle in the sandpit.

"A mere uncivilized wild beast, does it even deserve to enter my Buddhist order?"

"Tch." Huizhen laughed without any politeness, "If you were really thrown into this to fight to the death, your old bones might not be able to take down any of them."

The language may be rough, but the principle is sound.

The scriptures of the Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas clearly record that when the Buddha was still alive, eminent monks could use the Buddha's power to make temples levitate, summon wind and rain, and send down thunder.

But since the Buddha stopped manifesting his divine powers, the supernatural abilities of his descendants have been greatly diminished over the past thousands of years.

If you were to encounter such a truly exceptional fighter in a confined space, being caught would mean certain death, especially since he was already old and unable to run away.

The old abbot, his sore spot touched, snorted impatiently, "I have my own methods to subdue him, no need for you to bother."

Inside the arena below at this moment.

Xin Cang and the Drow Elf clashed fiercely for several more rounds, panting heavily, still evenly matched.

The kobold spectators in the stands were already getting impatient.

They paid to see carnage, not to watch a duel. A torrent of curses and shouts erupted, frantically urging one side to snap the other's neck.

However, after a collision, the two tacitly distanced themselves. Xin Zang lowered his nicked axe, and the drow elf also lowered his sword.

The two looked at each other across the yellow sand.

Both are experts in extraordinary powers, their minds are as clear as a mirror, and their strengths are roughly equal. A deadly fight where they would reveal all their trump cards would only result in mutual destruction.

Although Xin Zang could try to trade damage and kill the enemy by relying on the power of the runes.

But the other side is also an intelligent species with human blood, and has many similarities with me, so there's no need to fight her to the death.

According to the rules of the Avici Hell, a death match should not end in a draw.

But rules have always only bound the weak.

The destructive power of these two extraordinary individuals is undeniable.

No matter how fiercely the dog-headed men in the stands cursed, none of them dared to actually jump into the sandpit to force them to a life-or-death decision.

In the end, only a few kobold guards could shakily sneak into the arena.

Their armor gave them no confidence whatsoever.

Even if the two men were empty-handed, the guards would not dare to be careless, let alone now that they were holding blood-stained weapons.

Fortunately, neither of them intended to make things difficult for the guards.

The iron axe and rapier were casually tossed into the sand.

"My dear, you'll understand..." The drow elf winked at Xin Zang before being led away into another passage.

Shinzo did not respond.

He obediently retreated into the dark cage.

The iron fence was locked.

After disappearing into the shadows, his palms felt slightly warm, and the power of the runes began to repair his body.