Chapter 878 - 107: Winning the Championship, a Perfect Finale!

And this heavy blow directly rendered him unconscious. Su Li effortlessly claimed the victory in the first round without even using other abilities.

The referee had to intervene to separate them and then allowed the Medical Knights to come up, using a potion to wake Jes Stuart, and then inquired, "Are you still going to fight?"

Actually, the referee’s question already made his stance quite clear. He couldn’t see any possibility of Jes Stuart’s victory!

The Lord had almost crushed him with ease, without expending much effort, making Stuart’s tactics completely meaningless.

Now to restore his combat strength, he used up two opportunities to use potions. His state was severely wounded, while the opponent was calm; what does he have to win with?

Jes Stuart was also dizzy, and after standing up felt lightheaded, unable to keep his balance.

He had once tasted defeat before; in fact, as he climbed the ranks, he almost lost every battle in the elite group to later turn the tide.

But something this miserable was indeed the first. The Lord’s ferocious assault made him feel like he was a struggling goblin inside a savage Red Dragon’s mouth.

He exhausted all his strength, yet couldn’t affect the enemy even a little.

But can a goblin, despite its desperate struggle, really shake the giant dragon’s mighty body?

He remained silent for quite a while, finally making up his mind at the referee’s third urging, and said, "Fight! I refuse to be reconciled without giving it all!"

Moments later, the blood-stained figure of Jes Stuart suddenly slid across the ground for over ten meters, tumbling heavily several times before crashing down the arena.

In such cases, forget deciphering Su Li’s attack patterns; he couldn’t even see Su Li’s attacks clearly.

Just relying on strong bloodline abilities kept him completely subdued.

"Will you continue?" Su Li stood at the edge of the arena, looking at the bloodied Knight below, skipping past the referee to ask proactively.

"Continue!"

Su Li shook his head slightly, "Then you better show some real skill, how can you win like this just by taking hits?"

Jes Stuart crawled back into the arena, bit his teeth, and shouted, "Divine Magic · Soul Fire!"

This is the Divine Magic of the Redema Church, manifesting the wrath of Divine King Redema on the land, surrounding himself with Purifying Fire.

Under this powerful Divine Magic, Knights awaken their strongest resolve and potential within, greatly enduring the opponent’s strikes, exhibiting the indomitable traits of Knights.

It has great resistance even against the Lord’s bloodline abilities, for the wrath of the Divine King wouldn’t let him kneel beneath the Royal Domain.

If he is forced to kneel again at the opening, he would be too passive.

If this round is lost, the match enters the championship judgment stage. He would have to use all his cards to respond to the enemy’s typical probing, to avoid falling into a disadvantage and direct defeat.

So this round, he must win! Absolutely cannot start by kneeling!

And Su Li was incredibly composed as well, smiling and waving his hands, "Fighting spirit is high, good! Worthy of a Redema Knight! Then this round is yours."

Jes Stuart nearly spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling like his fully mustered punch hit a pillow.

He used Divine Magic, was ignited by fighting spirit, yet the opponent simply didn’t engage.

He yelled angrily, "Fight! What does it mean that this round is mine? Let’s have a fair match!"

"No need," Su Li said with a smile, "I’m going to have a drink, you have a good rest. We’ll have a showdown in the next round!"

Jes Stuart really wanted to recklessly rush up and force Su Li to have an all-out battle with him. Why do you get to fight when you want and not do so when you don’t?

But the referee clearly wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen, diligently guarding against the panting, wrathful Jes Stuart.

Rules are rules! No reasons needed.

In war, opponents wouldn’t mindlessly engage in a death match with you due to your anger, paying enormous casualties.

The principle of morning vigor, noon sluggishness, evening return. Thus, skilled strategists avoid sharp vigor while attacking when it retreats, managing forces. Using order for chaos, silence for noise, managing hearts. Waiting nearby for far, leisure for labor, abundance for hunger, managing strength. Do not invite the orderly flag, nor attack the organized formation, managing change.

The Lord uses military tactics to handle this competition, which is encouraged in this grand event.

So if Jes Stuart really impulsively charges, he would face the crushing power of a champion-level referee.

And Su Li remained relaxed, coming back to the arena after drinking water, asking Jes Stuart who barely adjusted his emotions, "Still want to fight?"

"Fight!"

Su Li naturally didn’t mind, no matter what happens in this small round, whether win or lose, Jes Stuart in reality is losing. For it consumes far too much of his condition, whereas Su Li, as long as the loss isn’t excessive, might even let Jes Stuart win one more hard-fought match; into this round, half of his consumables have been used up.

In later small rounds, with his health critical without potion supplies, entering battle means heavily wounded, whereas Su Li is in full state and full skills.

As the battle started, the situation was even worse than Jes Stuart expected.

Even with Su Li facing him for a head-on battle, he couldn’t gain the upper hand, and after fiercely battling for more than ten minutes, he was again suppressed by Su Li’s bloodline ability, kneeling on one knee on the ground, while his right arm was directly twisted by Su Li like a pretzel until it dislocated.