Chapter 1413: Chapter 1413: I admit defeat, you are a freak!
“Cultivators not only cultivate spells, but also their bodies and willpower. Within this Formation, the stronger one’s strength, the greater the gravity they will face; however, strength has little effect on the outco of this trial. It’s a test to see whose body is more resilient and whose willpower is stronger.”
“The rules are simple: the last one standing will be the victor and will receive a generous gift package, including a total of eight prizes such as the Thousand-year Blood Ganoderma, teor Iron Flying Sword, and Illusionary Moon Bead.”
Everyone understood upon hearing this.
Gravity Formations are often used by many Sects to assess the willpower of Newcor Disciples, with the most famous being the Ascension Ladder.
If it were Low-level Immortal Cultivation Disciples, a single Gravity Formation would be enough, but considering many of the strong individuals present, with sufficient Immortal Spirit Qi, they have the power to move mountains and cross seas. Even if they could determine winners and losers, it would probably take a long ti. Adding an Extinct Spirit Formation, everyone’s Immortal Spirit Qi within their bodies would be quickly consud, accelerating the process of determining winners and losers.
As the host and soone of higher rank, the Eastflow Ancestor set up this trial imbued with assessnt characteristics. People didn’t find it abrupt and the allure of the eight prize package was attractive.
“Understood, let’s start then!”
“I want to see who can remain standing till the very end!”
The Eastflow Ancestor looked around with a smile, “I’m very glad everyone’s so enthusiastic. So, let this final challenge begin. I too am very curious about the outco.”
The Eastflow Ancestor’s body floated up, and as he cast spell after spell, twelve Array Flags lit up with brilliance. The flags fluttered, and in an instant, the light connected them together, enveloping the central area of the island within.
The Eastflow Ancestor hovered in mid-air, looking down at the participants of the final contest below, the corners of his mouth curling into a sharply cold arc.
Within the Formation, essences of Immortal Spirit Qi were furiously extracted; soon, the entire area was devoid of Immortal Spirit Qi. At the sa ti, a pronounced feeling of weight began to press upon everyone, and the weight continued to increase.
All participants instinctively channeled their Immortal Spirit Qi, pouring it into their legs to alleviate the weight. The Immortal Spirit Qi within their bodies was rapidly depleted.
Carson Flores stood unnoticed within the crowd, also feeling a significant weight upon him; however, he did not channel his Immortal Spirit Qi, just standing there stiffly.
Because there was simply no need!
Carson Flores’s bones had long been refined into the Sword Bone, initially purified by the Five Elents Essence, followed by the True Dragon’s Blood, and most recently by the Naless Ore. Now, each of his bones was incredibly hard, even harder than alloy. In other words, he was like an Alloy Robot. What was a little weight to him?
The severity of the weight each person bore was approximately based on their strength; the stronger they were, the heavier the weight.
As a Middle Stage Human Immortal, Carson Flores, for the sa pressure, other Human Immortals would need to activate their Immortal Spirit Qi to counteract it, but for him, this pressure was nothing at all.
His legs were like supersonic alloy supports, holding his body firmly in place.
As the Formation agitated, the gravity intensified and all participants began to feel increasingly more pressure.
“Thump!”
Unable to withstand the pressure, soone directly fell onto their backside, the first to be eliminated from the competition.
Once the first elimination occurred, many others quickly lost their will and collapsed, sweating profusely, and were eliminated from the contest.
More and more people were eliminated, and fewer and fewer remained standing.
Initially, Carson Flores did not stand out in the crowd, but as those around him were sequentially drained of strength and eliminated while drenched in sweat, he began to stand out conspicuously, like a crane among chickens.
Those around him looked at Carson Flores with strange and admiring gazes.
Indeed worthy of being the True Disciple of Heavenly Sword Su Shaoqing. Even at this point, his complexion hasn’t changed, and there’s not a trace of sweat on his forehead. It’s truly incredible.
How did he achieve this? Could it be that he doesn’t feel the pressure at all?
Only five people remained standing, among which was the robust man who sat at the sa table as Carson Flores – Eli Roth, the Enforcent Hall Master of the Sea Cloud Sect.
Eli Roth turned his head to look at the unfazed Carson Flores, gritting his teeth and said, “Carson Flores, do you not feel the pressure at all?”
Realizing that perhaps he was a tad too conspicuous, Carson Flores subtly circulated his Qi, making his face flush a bit, before replying, “I can still hold on.”
Eli Roth gave a thumbs up: “Impressive, truly worthy of being Su Shaoqing’s disciple!”
Carson Flores just smiled and did not respond.
He glanced at the few struggling ones left and right, chuckling inwardly, marveling at the unexpected benefit of his Cultivation of Sword Bone – he was essentially winning this round effortlessly.
After a few minutes, the other three contestants fell one by one, leaving only Carson Flores and Eli Roth.
Eli Roth’s body began to tremble; though he was far stronger than Carson Flores, the pressure he had to endure was much greater.
He looked at Carson Flores, whose complexion was slightly red, but no sweat appeared on his forehead; he stood unwavering like a pine tree, imnsely stable.
After several more breaths, Eli Roth could no longer withstand the pressure and collapsed onto the floor with a smile, “I lost, Carson Flores, you’re truly a freak…”
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