Global Lord: A Resource Satellite From The Start

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

However, at this moment, Su Chen’s sword had already changed its move and stabbed straight. Musashi Jiang had no way to retreat. His body suddenly slid up along the pillar. Su Chen let out a long cry before he, too, flew up into the sky. His steel sword also turned into a flying rainbow.

His person and the sword had already merged into one. Under the threatening sword Qi, Musashi Jiang’s arms shook as he flew past the flying rainbow of sword Qi. As the pillar shook, he was about to fall. Su Chen let out a long cry and flipped in the air. The rainbow sword suddenly turned into countless streams of lights and sprinkled down on Musashi Jiang’s head. The power of this sword was enough to shake the soul of a person!

Within a thirty-foot radius around Musashi Jiang, he was enveloped by the sword Qi. No matter which direction he went, it seemed like he could not dodge it successfully.

With a ‘ding’ sound, sparks flew in all directions. The katana in Musashi Jiang’s hand unexpectedly met with the edge of Su Chen’s sword without any deviation. At this moment, the sword Qi in the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace. Su Chen just stood there in a daze with his sword still raised to his chest. Musashi Jiang’s blade was still in his hand, but the edge of the blade had already been broken by the Broken Steel Sword!

He looked at Su Chen quietly, and Su Chen did the same. Both of them had no expression on their faces at all. However, both of them knew in their hearts that Musashi Jiang was unable to make any more moves with this blade. He already knew that he had lost.

Musashi Jiang lowered his head and still treasured his blade. He hugged it and left the arena. The broadcast rang and announced that Su Chen had won this match.

At this point, the three of them had successfully survived today’s disaster.

When they returned to the room, the three of them collapsed on the bed. They did not want to move, but for some reason, Lotte had something on his mind. He silently returned to his room without saying anything. Su Chen and Yousi did not think too much about it. Instead, they began to discuss the next day, which would be the last battle tomorrow.

After all, after being trapped here for so many days, it was finally about to end. Entering the Gladiator Arena was their ultimate goal. Five to three!

However, the two of them did not manage to come up with anything after their discussion. They could only take things one step at a time.

It was going to be the last day after a good night’s sleep. Lotte stood at the door early in the morning, waiting for Su Chen and Yousi. Lotte’s face looked like he had not rested well. Instead, he looked much more haggard. Moreover, he still had a worried expression on his face.

The three of them walked to the group arena. Minida stood at the door, waiting for them. Once the five of them had arrived, Minida said with her signature smile, “Welcome to the final day of the concentration camp. Everyone knows that only three of you will be able to walk out alive and go to the arena. Therefore, for the remaining five people, you’ll draw lots for another one-on-one duel. However, as you can see, there are only five of you left. It’s very simple. One of you will draw the Life lot and will be able to enter the final arena immediately. The other four will go into two duels, and two winners will be decided. Everyone, luck is also a very important factor in winning and losing.”

Minida used a seemingly reasonable way of telling them the unfair rules. However, she did not expect that Lotte would suddenly speak from the side.

“What if the lucky winner wants to fight?”

Minida explained with a smile, “That won’t do either. Rules are rules. Please, respect the rules of the game.”

Lotte did not speak anymore. Minida took out five lots, and everyone took them naturally. Only Lotte did not draw his lot. Minida had the last lot and she put it into Lotte’s hands. Then, everyone proceeded to look at what lot they drew. Su Chen and Yousi were both fighting. The other two were also fighting, so Lotte did not need to draw lots to know that he had drawn the Life lot.

“Congratulations, Mr. Lotte. You’re really lucky.”

Minida finished with a smile, but Lotte did not answer her. Su Chen and Yousi both thought it was strange. They thought that Lotte must be hiding something from them, but they could only ask him after the two battles in front of them were over.

The first battle was between Yousi and Philip. Both of them were equally calm. Philip rushed toward Yousi in a preemptive posture. All the duel experts knew that only experts dared to lift their wrists higher than the tip of a knife. Using jargon, it was called ‘seizing the upper hand’. This comfortable posture showed that the opponent was a first-class duelist. Yousi felt a sense of weakness when he saw this, and his energy decreased a little. It was just like a gambler who was flustered when meeting a famous or lucky opponent, causing his methods to be clumsier than usual. Yousi thought, ‘I’m in trouble!’ Yousi waved his Left Sword back and forth, as agile as a stick-wielding expert. He wanted to scare Philip, so he took the opportunity to meet Philip’s knife to knock it off. However, Philip’s grip strength was as strong as steel, and its toughness was like a steel wire spring. Yousi had to use another method. This unlucky guy had a sudden idea, but Philip’s eyes were bright, brighter than the light of their knives. Philip blocked every attack, and his attitude was as calm as a teacher wearing a breastplate in the training field.

When the two fierce opponents confronted each other, the atmosphere was quite similar to the fierce fights among wrestlers. Victory and defeat often depended on a missed move or a miscalculation. When an opportunity came, it was as fast as lightning, and it was entirely dependent on one making use of it without thinking. There was always a time factor in the process of fighting. Both sides focused on sizing up the enemy. Their movements were very slow and cautious, as if no one was willing to fight. The people involved in the fight thought that this period of time was very long, and the bystanders would think that it was very short. Only the insiders knew that this was the most critical moment, and what followed was a quick decisive battle. Yousi’s parry was unstable and the sword in his hand was knocked off by Philip. Philip stopped and said, “Pick it up. I don’t kill unarmed enemies.”

This move was extremely vicious. A person who was so generous clearly showed that his martial arts skills were outstanding. The bystanders all thought that this was Philip’s most powerful strategy.

As expected, Yousi repositioned himself and his mind was in a mess. The other party once again displayed a posture of looking down from above, defending while attacking. Yousi was anxious to regain his face and wanted to win with risky actions. He could no longer defend himself. He held the sword with his hands and crazily watched as Philip slashed at him, intending to end Philip’s life at once. Philip’s forehead and a corner of his face were cut. Then, Philip began to show some flaws because of his anger. Philip grabbed Yousi in a fit of rage. He felt that his arm had become soft from the pain. Before long, Yousi was exhausted, covered in sweat. Despite his anger, Yousi continued to cover himself, almost evading all blows except for a few scratches on his skin. One of his ears had been injured, and a fingernail had scratched a piece of skin off his head. He felt such a searing pain that, once more, Yousi jumped, dodged, and lowered his fist to hit Philip’s face, flattening his nose. He also hurt one of Philip’s eyes. Immediately, a stream of blood flowed from his nostrils, and his eyes swelled, turning pale blue..