Dark Moon Era Chapter 313

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Han Xing had lost.

Even though he realized the sword intent at the final strike, and the myriad of sword glares astonished everyone in the arena, he still lost and the result was crystal clear.

Tang Ling's final strike landed at his throat. No further explanation was needed as the drop of blood oozed out from his throat.

Right away, thunderous applause burst from the audience!

No matter how boring the exchange of swords was before this, the last shining moment was enough to capture compliments from the common audience. Everyone was amazed and praised the match.

As expected of the Desperado Ring, it was a ring for legends. Those who were no legendary material would only end up as a joke in the ring like the previous challenger, Grady. Everyone acknowledged his strength for winning 12 consecutive matches, but to the Desperado Ring, he was a joke.

While the thunderous applause continued, Tang Ling put his sword down and sat on the floor with his legs crossed.

The fight with Han Xing had consumed a lot of his energy, so he had to seize the moment to recover.

At that moment, Tang Ling unintentionally looked at Higan.

She had somehow got her hands on some bubblegum, and when he looked at her, she was blowing a bubble with her mouth.

Pop!

The bubble burst, and when their eyes locked, Higan smiled softly at him. As a matter of fact, her eyes never left Tang Ling. Be it Grady or Han Xing, they must thank Tang Ling for winning.

If either one of them had shown the persistence to fight him until the end or did something over the line to him, they would have ended up with a fate worse than death.

The Wailing Pierrot stood in the center of the ring as he looked at Tang Ling. “Mad Tiger, I thank you for showing us a magnificent match. Look, you are only one step away from the final victory!”

“Unfortunately, according to the rules, the competition must continue.” The Wailing Pierrot then turned to the audience and said in a passionate tone, “Behold, the Desperado Ring! It is the birthplace of legends and also where the cruelest deaths happen!

“Now, where is our next challenger? Even though the competition from here onwards is a tiny bit unfair, a victory is a victory! Am I right? If the ring defender cannot last until the final match, he shall not be worthy of being legendary!

“Come forth, the next challenger! I'm looking forward to your arrival!” The Wailing Pierrot's arousing words fanned the atmosphere once more.

What were they waiting for? There was only one chance left!

The young geniuses were prepared to step into the ring. Every single one of them wanted to seize this final chance to challenger the ring defender although, after the battle with Han Xing, almost 80% of them assumed that the ring defender was none other than Tang Long!

“Give me a background check on the young man.”

“Go and look him up.”

“Interesting. The last sword states the problem. Go, I want to know everything about him in 15 minutes.”

“Find out everything about this young man with the face cloth. I want everything about him on my table in 10 minutes.”

Back at Desperado Ring, the third match had yet to begin.

Some interested parties, who had tuned into the previous two matches via various methods, showed interest in Tang Ling's background. Despite the guesses, these interested parties needed confirmation.

The reason behind the answer was not just to satisfy their curiosity. The fight for more benefits and profits was involved, not to mention, that major event in May next year and a prophecy made by a prophet with foresight talents, a prophecy that only a handful of people grasped.

This prophecy was related to how the world would be shaped in the future.

Therefore, a background check was necessary.

However, all the interested parties, excluding the factions outside Darkness Port, who ran background checks on Tang Ling, received a letter.

The letter had no content, only a signature—Dvesha Moha—and an abstract logo of a smoking pipe.

The parties, who tried to find out who Tang Ling was, went silent. None of them dared to touch anything related to him for now unless they wanted to offend the sender of the letter.

With the arousing words from the Wailing Pierrot and the complicated feelings in their hearts, all the geniuses were stimulated. They wanted to seize the last chance for the challenge. However, none of them dared to act rashly.

The crowd beneath the ring was so tense, it was like an electric pool. The slightest contact with each other would result in serious damage. They were known as geniuses, so they could no longer measure strength based on basic data and numbers since most of them already possessed talent abilities.

With the mastery of their talent, they would be able show off the power of their talent attributes. The power would pack great deterrent force. At least, it was not something commoners could withstand.

The Wailing Pierrot was thrilled as he enjoyed the tension beneath the ring. If the geniuses started a fight beneath the ring, it would be big news.

There was no right and wrong in the arena area. What the organizers wanted was popularity and passion, a never-cooling passion! The more explosive and chaotic the scene was, the higher the popularity and passion would be.

Therefore, the Wailing Pierrot stood by and watched silently.

Tang Ling also waited in silence. He was still sitting down with his legs crossed. How could he not sense the rising tension beneath the ring with his Precise Instinct?

The tension and power from many different young geniuses converged in the air, almost materializing into something powerful. Whosoever decided to step into the ring must bear the pressure from the combined tension and power, so the next challenger must be a powerful one.

In the east side of the ring, the young man with the ancient Huaxianese buckled-robe and his long spear took a step forward.

Less than 10 meters away from him was the silver-haired young man with the pale face, who also advanced a step forward.

In the west, the girl with the voluptuous body and the short qipao was already moving towards the ring. At the same time, a thick-browed, big eyes young man, who looked clean-shaven and emanated the presence of the emissary of justice, was not slow with his steps either.

The buff young man with the braided ponytail, the sickly young man, the boss of the Dark Nine Feathers, the young man with a little peacock on his shoulder…

This group of young geniuses was an assortment of people who would rise to the peak of the world. Every one of them refused to step back as they moved closer to the ring. The closer they got, their respective aurae got stronger and every step forward became even more difficult.

However, at that very moment, a slender figure softly walked towards the stairs beside the ring as though she was not affected by the pressuring aura.

Who could that be!?

The sudden intrusion caught everyone's attention. All eyes were trained on her figure right away.

No one was able to see her face clearly though because she was wearing a black and somewhat ugly mask. Her hands were clasped behind her and her steps seemed mischievous. She would even blow a bubble from her mouth from time to time as though she did not care about the others.

Who was she?

Who else could she be?!

As long as all the young geniuses had a working brain and a functioning memory, they would remember her! She was the one who had cheered in a silly way before the competition started. ‘Go, get 'em, Little Tant Tang!'.

She was stepping into the ring? Was she that powerful?

“What are you doing?” Tang Ling scratched his head in frustration as he stood up.

If he could, he really wanted to win all three matches in the Desperado Ring fair and square and get what he came here for. However, now Higan stepped in at this particular moment just to mess things up!

Or did she want to fight him?

Tang Ling blinked. Only a battle fanatic like him would have such strange thoughts of her.

However, as the thought elaborated, he was a little excited! Higan was able to withstand that many powerful aurae and step into the ring as if they were nothing, so she must be very powerful.

A fight…maybe…

Tang Ling was aroused. He watched Higan step into the ring as she blew a bubble with her mouth.

“What am I doing? I am here to help you cheat some Black Sea coins.” Higan flashed a naughty smile.

“Aren't you here to fight me?” Tang Ling was a little disappointed.

“What?” She paused for a moment, then asked, “Are you trying to fight me?”

“Huh?” Tang Ling was instantly embarrassed.

How should he explain himself? In this world, fighting a girl was not really a big deal, and no one should let his guard down just because the opponent was a girl.

However, fighting with Higan? Was that not a little too much for Tang Ling? He could not find the motivation to fight.

While the two of them conversed like friends in the center of the ring, the Wailing Pierrot blinked a few times. He was also confused by the situation as this was not within the rules either. Before he could understand what happened, someone beneath the ring voiced their dissatisfaction and shouts poured in.

“Is the Desperado Ring trying to be unfair now? This girl is obviously with Mad Tiger!”

“Yeah, can friends fight in the ring now? They are obviously trying to trick the system! If this happens, I'll bring some of my friends and challenge the Desperado Ring next time!”

“Yeah, bring a few friends! The ring defender will easily win!”

The criticism was as sharp as blades.

The geniuses, who were wondering who Higan was, also stopped moving towards the ring. They stood back and decided to observe the situation first.

“Just pull up the security footage earlier. Let's check whether they are friends or not!” Suggestions started to pour in.

The Wailing Pierrot responded with a serious look. If these two were really friends and planned to exploit the loophole of the rules, it would not be right. What should he say about this?

Then, Higan stepped up and asked the Wailing Pierrot, “The Desperado Ring is an arena of freedom, isn't it?”

“Of course, my beautiful lady, but you must be fair too, am I right?” the Wailing Pierrot answered smartly.

“But I don't think there is absolute fairness in this world. The so-called fairness is actually strength, am I right?”

“It matches the principle of Darkness Port. Fairness is indeed strength,” the Wailing Pierrot answered. He was telling the truth. There was no unfairness of injustice in Darkness Port, only absolute strength.

“Great. I hereby admit that I am with Mad Tiger.” Higan revealed a cold smile. Even with the mask over her face, her smile presented an alluring and bewitching beauty.

“Everyone of you can disagree, and I welcome your doubts. All I have to say is that I'm the third challenger of the ring. If any of you has the strength, come forth and try to remove me from the stage. Otherwise, shut up,” Higan uttered those words extra softly, yet in between the lines was icy coldness.

As she spoke, she slowly reached out to her mask and then removed it.

No one could be unfair to Tang Ling. No one was allowed to take advantage of his exhaustion and win under unfair circumstances.

If anyone wanted to do so, Higan would be the one to deliver the unfairness to them. They would not even get a chance to step into the ring!

Chapter end