Free Web NovelChapter 712: Chapter 72: Signs of a Clue
Victory.
Luo Qiuhong won.
The audience of Ring One seemed to have their throats seized, unable to make a sound.
Then, like the sudden shattering of a silver bottle, a large number of spectators erupted into cheers and shouts.
Six consecutive victories!
And not just any six victories, but six in battles against Tier Nine Ultimates!
"Luo Qiuhong!" It’s unclear who shouted first, but quickly, more and more voices joined in.
"Luo Qiuhong!" Xue Mei clenched her fists in excitement, waving them vigorously.
Han Zhan squinted slightly, deep in thought.
The battle between Luo Qiuhong and Gu Qiu was simpler than expected, so simple it was rather unremarkable.
Is this the only method a true Tier Nine Ultimate has?
Probably not.
But all Gu Qiu displayed was this one move, and after it, he was defeated and fell.
Luo Qiuhong’s sword was stronger than when seen yesterday... Han Zhan noticed something.
So, by fighting, or defeating opponents, her power could strengthen, and with such accumulation, her state would only grow stronger and increasingly unbeatable?
Within the entire Star Domain, places where Tier Nine Ultimates gather are exceedingly rare.
Pure Beauty Paradise, Life Span Boxing Ring, is one of them.
By offering tempting enough rewards, then setting up a challenge platform, it fulfills the conditions for continuously defeating Tier Nine Ultimates!
"Luo Qiuhong, interesting."
...
Dream Death Bar, within a highly private booth.
A man wearing a Black Hood was huddled in the corner of the booth, fiddling with a small object in his hand.
It seemed to be... a smartphone.
The screen was playing a video of a woman and a man’s battle.
As he watched, the Black Hood made clicking sounds in amazement.
If described in words, such a scene might seem somewhat lewd.
"Luo Qiuhong, interesting." After a while, the Black Hood chuckled lightly.
Indeed, what’s playing on the phone is the live battle from Ring One.
At this moment, a figure entered the booth, also wearing a Black Hood.
The color and style were identical.
This seemed to be some organization’s special work attire.
"You’re late."
"To ensure the anchor point’s solidity, I must ensure everything is foolproof."
The newly arrived Black Hood spoke, surprisingly a cool yet pleasant female voice.
"Unlike you, who could even lose an anchor point." She added with a sarcastic tone.
"This Luo Qiuhong is the [Fate’s Protagonist] you chose, right?" The first Black Hood ignored the sarcasm, continuing the conversation.
Though phrased as a question, his tone was assertive.
"No, it’s the sword in her hand." Unexpectedly, the other Black Hood shook her head, saying.
"Objects are easier to control than living beings, and as a member of Dawn, I won’t repeat your mistakes."
"That’s why you are Number Six, and I’m Number Two. Though easier to control, an object’s ceiling is too low, and the anchor power it provides is weaker."
Unfazed by the sarcasm, Number Two dismissed her viewpoint.
"Besides, only one anchor point was lost." Number Two indifferently put away his phone.
"I hope you can always remain stiff-spoken, rather than coming here to seek our help."
With that, Number Six fell silent.
The two Black Hoods sat silently across from each other in the booth.
Until a third Black Hood appeared.
"Number Nine, you’re late." This time, Number Six spoke.
Number Nine shrugged, "You both came to ask me to clean up the mess, one wanting benefits to enhance an anchor, so why shouldn’t I be the last to arrive."
Number Nine, his voice a bit hoarse, though wearing a Black Hood, stood tallest among the three.
As he sat, he occupied much of the booth’s space.
"It’s merely a transaction, not seeking favor from you, newcomer, mind your wording."
Number Two replied indifferently.
"Each Dawn member is responsible for finding a [Fate’s Protagonist] to secure anchor points."
"Your start was too late, the [Fate’s Protagonist]’s Realm too low, unable to form solid anchors."
"We’re here to complete a transaction, help your [Fate’s Protagonist] grow quickly. Number Six’s [Fate’s Protagonist] will gain further enhancement, and mine will obtain what he needs from this planet. It’s a win-win-win situation."
"Got it, got it, elder." Number Nine responded flippantly.
Who knew how much of Number Two’s words he heeded.
"So, what do you say about the direction fate will take next?"
Number Six, shifting away from this potentially unpleasant topic, inquired.
"The [Scroll of Destiny], this Antique Artifact, is in Number Two’s hands."
Number Two said nothing, merely rummaged through his ever-present pouch.
After a while, a scroll the length of a forearm was taken out of the bag.
Number Nine, Number Six, and Number Two opened their hands simultaneously.
With this motion, the "uniforms" they wore moved without wind.
The surface of the black cloaks shimmered subtly.
They linked together like forming a night so black it obscured the sky.
Under the cover of this "black night," everything in the booth became "mysterious."
Unobservable, unforeseeable, unseen.
Meanwhile, the Scroll of Destiny, originally in a rolled state, slowly unfurled.
Number Two suddenly grabbed a handful of vividly colored brushes from the bag and flung them at the scroll.
In the next instant, many colors appeared on the previously blank canvas.
These colors irregularly occupied the scroll’s area, soon dyeing it into an abstract oil painting.
Next, the discrepant color blocks began to converge, merge, evolving into distinct patterns.
At first, it depicted a young man, intricately detailed, lifelike.
From his hand, a light red line was drawn, twisting and eventually attaching to a young woman’s wrist.
Seeing this, Number Two and Number Nine’s eyelids twitched violently.
The [Scroll of Destiny] had not finished.
From the young man’s other hand, another light red line emerged, entwining with another valiant woman holding a long sword.
This sight stirred Number Six as well.
"How can this be?!"
"Number Two, I demand an explanation!"
"Fate’s Protagonists must not intersect; fate ensures their paths diverge, but why do three Fate’s Protagonists intersect on the Scroll of Destiny!"
"We must prevent this from happening." Number Six said gravely.
"Looks like... it’s too late." Number Nine abruptly looked up, his voice filled with astonishment and shock.
That was a feeling of fate running out of control.
At the entrance of the Dream Death Bar, Feng Xiaozao hesitated for a moment and pushed the door open, stepping inside.
