Chapter 1707: His Mentality was Crushed Chapter 1707: His Mentality was Crushed Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In the eyes of the gray-robed youth, Braydon Neal was just a newly-ascended eternal realm cultivator.  He wasn’t even at the eternal great fulfillment realm, yet he dared to challenge him?  There must be something fishy about this!

Mayfly crossed his arms.

“A new eternal represents cultivation, not strength!” “Interesting!” The gray-robed youth’s eyes lit up.

“Tenth on the trial board, Mervyn Cataldo!” Braydon said, looking directly at him.

“Do you know that the top ten on the trial board are all path-returning cultivators?” Mervyn reminded him.

If they fought, Mervyn wouldn’t hold back.  But defeating someone who had just ascended to the eternal realm wasn’t something he would take pride in.  As for losing, Mervyn never considered that possibility.  To him, losing wasn’t an option.

“I like to gamble with my life!” Braydon said softly.

“What are you betting?” Mervyn asked, intrigued.

He didn’t expect someone to be more confident than him, and his interest was piqued.

“Victory means the winner is the master, and defeat means the loser becomes the slave!” Braydon said straightforwardly.

It was a high-stakes bet.  This battle would decide the rest of their lives, far beyond what star coin or other external items could compare to.

Mayfly’s mouth twitched.  He hadn’t expected Braydon to be so reckless.  Did he not consider the consequences of losing?

Mervyn laughed with a hint of anger.

“Alright!

In this battle, the victor will be the master, and the loser will be the slave!” “Take it easy!” Mayfly rubbed his nose and reminded them softly.

After all, the future of these two wouldn’t be insignificant.  Betting the rest of their lives was no small matter.

In the upcoming battle, they were both prepared to fight to the death.  Neither would admit defeat.

Braydon gripped the Northern King Sword, exuding a murderous aura that covered the area like the sky itself.  This aura was on par with a path-returning realm cultivator!

However, he didn’t use the Divine-Slaying Strike.  If he unleashed that technique on Mervyn, it would be over for him!

Mervyn, spear in hand, moved swiftly and thrust his weapon with immense force.  The power of the primordial chaos path emanated from his strike, capable of destroying eternity.  The spear tip gleamed with a cold light.

Braydon swung his sword to block the attack without resorting to any forbidden techniques.  With just that single strike, his Northern King Sword nearly flew out of his hand.

In the next moment, Braydon spat out a mouthful of blood.  His eternal body had been damaged by 10%!

This was the true power of a path-returning cultivator.

Braydon took a moment to savor the sensation before charging at Mervyn again.  His cold voice cut through the air.

“You’re the most arrogant person I’ve ever seen!” “This injury is nothing!” Braydon’s golden wings flared out, enveloping him.  His eternal body quickly recovered to its peak condition.  The power in his bloodline healed his injuries.

“Two wings?

A half-demon?” Mervyn was taken aback.

“No!” Mayfly called out from a distance.  In the vast universe, no one would dare call the Foreman lineage—a direct bloodline of one of the eight human lineages—a half-demon.  The wings were a result of their bloodline and long-standing cultivation techniques.

Mervyn frowned.

“He has wings.

He’s not a half-demon; he’s…

an eight lineage disciple!” As soon as he finished speaking, Braydon, with his golden wings revealed, presented an awe-inspiring sight.  The Foreman lineage, one of the eight lineages, was known for its golden wings.  This was nearly the most perfect manifestation of the bloodline.  Naturally, it was something extraordinary!

With his wings spread, Braydon’s battle prowess soared to terrifying levels.  He moved with lightning speed, his wings becoming sharp blades.  His speed was on par with a path-returning realm expert.

Mervyn felt a surge of danger and instinctively raised his weapon to block!

Swoosh!

The golden wings sliced through the air.  The wings slashed the spear.

A path artifact that had birthed an artifact spirit, was severed on the spot.  The spear split cleanly in two, and a yellow light flashed as Mervyn was split from top to bottom.

Although his body was broken, no blood spilled out.  In an instant, Mervyn’s body healed, though his face was pale and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.  That single attack had reduced 30% of his combat strength.  If such attacks continued, he would surely be defeated!

At this moment, Mervyn realized the true terror of his opponent.  “The golden wings of the Foreman lineage are said to be legendary.

I didn’t expect to see them in person!” “I’ve embarrassed myself!” Braydon smiled.

Mervyn clenched his fists and said quietly, “With the golden wings awakened, you’ll definitely become one of the core members of our race in the future.

With your formidable bloodline, you’re bound to be the next chief of the Foreman lineage.

Why are you here in the Stellar Realm Competition?” Mervyn felt a bit unwilling.  He hadn’t anticipated encountering such a formidable opponent.  This was the kind of presence usually seen only in the finals.  Who would have thought he’d appear in the Stellar Realm Competition?

Only Mayfly knew that Braydon had more than just the golden wings as his trump card.

This person had mastered the Ten Thousand Transformations Monarch Art and even had the ancestor of the human race’s inheritance.  It was more complex than it appeared.

Mervyn glared at his broken weapon, seething with anger.  The path artifact that had been his companion for years was shattered by Braydon.

“Don’t think you can make me submit!” he snarled.

“Spear Spirit Six Strikes, Horizontal Slash!” Mervyn seemed to lose control.  He burned his life force, and the path primordial chaos power in his hand condensed into a spear.  He swung it horizontally with ten times the power.

Braydon, unfazed, spread his wings and watched calmly.  His dual-pupils activated!

Ten pupils, like jade hooks, slowly rotated in his eyes, releasing a special power.  A shadow of the ancestor of the human race appeared behind Braydon.  It was as if the ancestor of the human race had crossed epochs and attached himself to Braydon’s figure, raising his left hand and pointing at Braydon’s forehead.

Boom!

A terrifying aura erupted from Braydon’s head—a deep and ancient power blooming from his soul.

Soul suppression!

Within his body, the cracked soul imprint had partially healed, with only seven cracks remaining.  Under the ancestor of the human race’s shadow, it seemed like his soul imprint could be repaired.

Seeing this, Mervyn charged forward with his spear, shouting, “Break the void!” He unleashed the Spear Spirit Six Strikes with everything he had, even burning his own life force.  With the black and white token, he believed that even if he went all out today, he couldn’t be defeated by Braydon.

Braydon slowly turned his head, his eyes reflecting a depth of experience as if an ancient being had awakened within him.  The dual-pupils had reached their peak, slowly dissipating and gathering as if transforming.

Pupil reincarnation!

The Eyes of Reincarnation altered everything in their view.

Far away in the Southern Stellar Realm, a banished immortal wearing a smiling mask was also in the trial world of the Stellar Realm Competition.

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