Chapter 190

But the next second, the Skeleton Warrior quickly climbed back up after falling to the ground, every bone in its body perfectly intact, without a single injury.

"This is impossible!"

Su Sheng couldn't believe it, and as he prepared to attack again—

With a boom, two bolts of lightning struck down from above.

Su Sheng shuddered, and his skill was instantly interrupted.

The white light shrouding the arena vanished, and people could clearly see what was happening on the stage.

Black smoke rose from Su Sheng's body, and his hair stood on end.

"Oh? Not eliminated yet?" Lin Moyu was also slightly surprised.

A Legendary-class Professional is truly worthy of the name; his attributes were indeed a cut above the average Professional.

Even with the frail physique of the Mage class, he could actually withstand two attacks from the Skeleton Mage without being eliminated.

Su Sheng looked disheveled at this moment, his whole body trembling.

The attacks from lightning-element spells were not pleasant.

Gritting his teeth, he cast a skill again, and a pristine white Magic Shield appeared on his body.

Skill: Holy Light Shield.

This was the first time he had used a defensive skill.

"I admit I underestimated—"

Before he could finish, the Skeleton Warrior had already run up to him, the skill on its greatsword erupting.

The power of the Undead type and the power of Holy Light mutually restrained each other.

When the Skeleton Warrior unleashed its skill, it easily tore through the Holy Light Shield.

As the greatsword descended, in the nick of time, a white halo exploded from Su Sheng's hands.

The Skeleton Warrior was knocked back once again.

Skill: Holy Light Ring.

It also had a knockback effect, similar to the Mage class's Repulsion Fire Ring.

"I admit I underestimated—"

Boom! Boom!

Two more bolts of lightning struck his body.

Su Sheng still couldn't manage to finish his sentence.

Struck by the Skeleton Mage again, Su Sheng could no longer hold on; he had already appeared outside the arena.

Even after being eliminated, the arrogance in Su Sheng's expression never faded.

It was just that now, there was disbelief added to it.

He absolutely could not believe he had been eliminated.

Lin Moyu shook his head slightly, recalling a phrase he had heard once before.

Villains die from talking too much.

Chapter 183: Councilor Xu Wei, Demon Worshipping Society

Below the arena, Su Sheng glared at Lin Moyu.

Why, why wouldn't he even let him finish his sentence?

"He won! Lin Moyu won!"

"That's it? He won? Were Su Sheng's attacks ineffective against Lin Moyu?"

"How did Lin Moyu break Su Sheng's attack? What exactly was Su Sheng's attack?"

"A Legendary-class Professional, a Holy Light Mage, still lost to Lin Moyu."

People sighed one after another, marveling at Lin Moyu's strength.

At the same time, they couldn't understand what Su Sheng's skill actually was.

Why did a skill that had been invincible since the start of the tournament fail when used against Lin Moyu?

Su Sheng looked at Lin Moyu for a moment.

Finally, he said in a deep voice, "You win this time. Let's compete again after we both become Advanced Professionals. When that time comes, I will let you know just how strong I am."

After saying this, he turned and left without looking back.

Although he had lost, his arrogance remained.

Lin Moyu felt that this person's brain was indeed a bit problematic; he seemed to be immersed in his own world, unable to pull himself out.

The match ended, and the formation array vanished.

Ning Yiyi jumped onto the arena and immediately hugged Lin Moyu, calling out happily, "We won!"

Lin Moyu held her and patted her head.

Winning was a foregone conclusion, after all.

Since the beginning of the tournament, Lin Moyu had said that the championship would definitely be his.

He had that much confidence.

Even after winning the championship, Lin Moyu's mood only fluctuated slightly.

His gaze fell on the prize in the air.

The glowing Primary Skill Scroll was very useful to him.

Far away at Xiajing Academy.

Ning Tairan witnessed this scene and was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, "Brat, let go of Yiyi."

Bai Yiyuan laughed and said, "Old Man Ning, you'd better see clearly; it was your granddaughter who hugged our Moyu first. If anyone is going to let go, it should be your granddaughter."

Ning Tairan snorted, "Brat, if you dare to bully Yiyi, sooner or later I'll make you pay."

Bai Yiyuan slapped his thigh, "Don't worry, my Moyu wouldn't bully anyone."

Bai Yiyuan was now calling him "my Moyu" in every breath, sounding incredibly affectionate.

Ning Tairan stopped speaking; his precious granddaughter, whom he had raised with such difficulty, had ended up being tricked away by someone just like that.

In the Primary tournament grounds, the three group competitions soon reached their final results.

Xiajing Academy was truly worthy of being the premier academy of the Shenxia Empire.

Even on a global scale, it was still a top-tier existence.

Except for the 10-19 level group championship, which was won by Zhendan Academy, the championships for the 20 and 30 level groups were both claimed by Xiajing Academy.

The level 20 group championship was won by Lin Moyu's team.

The level 30 group championship was won by the team officially sent by Xiajing Academy.

Overall, the Shenxia Empire had swept all three championships in the Professionals Tournament for levels below 40.

This also proved that the Shenxia Empire was indeed one of the most powerful empires in the world.

Those small countries and small factions simply could not compete with the Shenxia Empire.

In past Professionals Tournaments, things like this happened from time to time.

Once, the Shenxia Empire even swept the championships for all groups, taking all the individual competition championships as well.

Therefore, the rest of the world was not surprised by this.

Next was the prize-giving ceremony.

A powerful Professional appeared in mid-air.

A terrifying aura radiated from his body; the mere natural emission of his aura made people unable to breathe.

"This person is at least level 80."

"What a terrifying aura! A Peak-level Professional over level 80; they are rarely seen in normal times."

"Amazing. If only I could reach this level."

"Stop dreaming. You should focus on completing your second transfer first."

Professionals below level 40 were called Low-level Professionals.

Between levels 40 and 69, after completing the second transfer, they were called Advanced Professionals, also known as High-level Professionals.

Professionals at this level were the mainstream of Professionals.

Finally, there were the Professionals who were above level 70 and had completed the third transfer.

They were the higher-ups among Professionals, known as Top-level Professionals.

The number of Top-level Professionals above level 70 was scarce; out of a hundred Professionals, there might not even be one who could reach this level.

Furthermore, because after level 70, every level gained resulted in a massive increase in attributes.

Therefore, they were further distinguished.

Above level 70 and below level 79, they were called Top-level Professionals.

Above level 80 and below level 89, they were called Peak-level Professionals.

And once they reached level 90, they could be called God-level Professionals.

The number of God-level Professionals was scarce.

Even an empire as strong as the Shenxia Empire didn't have many.

It was like a pyramid; the more peak-level the figures, the fewer in number they were.

Such figures were like a sharp blade, piercing the heart of the Abyssal Demon and holding up the sky for humanity.

People like Bai Yiyuan, Ning Tairan, and Meng Anwen were all God-level Professionals.

They were the stabilizing force and the pillars of support for the Shenxia Empire and all of humanity.

Such figures would not appear easily.

Ordinary people could only see them in materials or textbooks.

The Peak-level Professional before them, who was over level 80, was already considered a high-level big shot.

When Su Sheng looked at him, he had to put away his arrogance.

Even with his status as a Legendary-class Professional, he could not guarantee that he would be able to exceed level 80.

Leveling in the later stages was truly too difficult.

Many Legendary-class Professionals found it difficult to move even an inch after the third transfer.

Every step forward required paying a huge price.

For a Professional over level 80 to come and present the awards was already giving them immense face.

His aura gradually receded, and his dignified gaze swept over the three champion teams one by one.

"You are all not bad!"

"The future is promising!"

Except for Lin Moyu and Ning Yiyi, everyone else looked flattered.

How could they not be happy to receive praise from such a big shot?

Lin Moyu remained as calm as usual; he was used to dealing with God-level Professionals like Bai Yiyuan and Meng Anwen.

Now, a Peak-level Professional was really nothing special to him.

As for Ning Yiyi, her own grandfather was a God-level Professional.

She felt even less impressed.

"My name is Xu Wei, from the Empire. You can also call me Elder Xu. If you have any needs in the future, you can come to me; perhaps I can be of some help."