Devising Strategies Within a Command Tent

Boom!

Those words struck Chu Wudao’s mind like a bolt from a clear sky.

The arrogance on Chu Wudao’s face instantly froze, and his pupils contracted violently.

“What?!”

“A physique comparable to the black-hole level?!”

Chu Wudao cried out in disbelief.

“How is that possible?!”

“He’s only eighteen! Possessing a thousand drops of Origin Blood is already an extraordinary talent. How could his physical body be this monstrous as well?!”

“This makes no sense!”

Chu Tianjiao ignored his son’s loss of composure and continued.

“That’s not all.”

“This kid has been hiding his true strength.”

“Not only is his physical body abnormal, but his spiritual power is astonishingly vast as well.”

“Based on My estimation, he has mastered at least two black-hole-level cultivation techniques.”

“One for body refinement, and one for spirit refinement!”

Chu Tianjiao stared at Chu Wudao, his tone exceptionally cold.

“Your advantage of one hundred and fifty thousand drops of Origin Blood is utterly insignificant before his black-hole-level physique.”

“If you were to face him…”

Chu Tianjiao raised three fingers.

“I estimate that you would have only a thirty percent chance of victory.”

Thirty percent?!

Chu Wudao stood there as if struck by lightning, completely stunned.

He was the Ninth Prince of the Great Chu Imperial Family, an unparalleled divine son who had spent ten thousand years cultivating and possessed one hundred and fifty thousand drops of Origin Blood.

Yet against an eighteen-year-old boy…

He had only a thirty percent chance of victory?!

“Physical body…”

Chu Wudao muttered to himself, a trace of panic finally appearing in his eyes.

“Then… what about the first place?”

If he had only a thirty percent chance of winning, wouldn’t the first-place prize—and the black-hole-level War God armament, “Annihilation”—fall into someone else’s hands?!

That was his greatest trump card for entering the Realm Lord Divine Palace!

Seeing the panic on his son’s face, Chu Tianjiao slowly raised a hand, signaling him to calm down.

“Don’t rush.”

A cold, calculating light unique to emperors flashed through Chu Tianjiao’s eyes.

“I am the Emperor of Great Chu.”

“I established the rules for this Rising Star Tournament.”

“I’ll manipulate the matchups in secret.”

“I’ll arrange for that second-place contestant, Lin Yuan, to face Su Yu.”

Chu Wudao’s eyes lit up.

“Lin Yuan?”

Chu Tianjiao nodded.

“Although Lin Yuan possesses only thirty thousand drops of Origin Blood, he has mastered a true black-hole-level cultivation technique.”

“Moreover, his technique carries an extremely powerful devouring law.”

“Let’s see which of their black-hole-level techniques is stronger.”

Chu Tianjiao let out a cold laugh.

“After all, Lin Yuan’s blood energy exceeds ten thousand, and he possesses a full thirty thousand drops of Origin Blood.”

“With both of them using black-hole-level techniques, Lin Yuan should be able to crush Su Yu through his thirtyfold advantage in blood energy.”

“Even if Su Yu’s physical body is exceptionally powerful, when faced with the devouring law, he will inevitably be forced to reveal all his trump cards.”

Chu Tianjiao turned his head, his profound gaze fixed on the Void Arena below.

“There’s no other way.”

“For the opportunity within the Realm Lord Divine Palace…”

“The first-place prize must be yours!”

In the exclusive imperial viewing area, atop a towering meteoric-iron throne that reached into the clouds, the atmosphere was oppressively tense.

After hearing Chu Tianjiao’s decision to manipulate the matchups, the Ninth Prince, Chu Wudao, drew a deep breath.

Although such methods were indeed somewhat beneath the dignity of an arrogant imperial-family divine son, and might damage the majesty of the imperial family if word got out…

The first-place prize in this Rising Star Tournament was simply too important.

The black-hole-level War God armament, “Annihilation,” was not merely an invincible weapon. Hidden within it was also the key to the core area of the Realm Lord Divine Palace!

It concerned whether he could achieve the singularity black-hole realm in the future, and even whether he could step into immortality.

He had to obtain it.

Absolutely no unforeseen incident could be allowed.

However, Chu Wudao’s brows remained tightly furrowed, and a trace of lingering worry still remained in his eyes.

“Father.”

Chu Wudao lowered his voice, a rare lack of confidence evident in his tone.

“That Su Yu’s physical body is comparable to the black-hole level, and his spiritual power is unfathomably deep.”

“If you arrange for Lin Yuan to face him…”

“What if Lin Yuan can’t defeat him either?”

Upon hearing this question, Chu Tianjiao fell silent.

This Supreme Emperor, who stood at the peak of the Domain Lord realm, lightly tapped his fingers against the armrest of the meteoric-iron throne.

The dull sound of “tap, tap, tap” echoed through the air.

After a long while, Chu Tianjiao finally stopped.

“My estimation is…”

“Lin Yuan should have an eighty percent chance of victory.”

Eighty percent?!

Chu Wudao was stunned. Clearly, he had not expected his father to give such a high estimate.

“Why?”

Chu Tianjiao raised one finger.

“First, the level of their cultivation techniques.”

“Su Yu’s physical body and spiritual power are indeed abnormal.”

“But Lin Yuan has also gained an entry-level understanding of a black-hole-level cultivation technique!”

“At the level of the laws, they are both standing in the same dimension. Su Yu cannot use the grade of his technique to achieve a dimensional advantage against Lin Yuan.”

Then Chu Tianjiao raised a second finger.

“Second—and this is the most important point!”

“The nature of the black-hole law!”

Chu Tianjiao looked toward the arena.

“Wudao, you must understand this: What does a body-refinement martial artist rely on most?”

“Close-quarters combat! Physical force unleashed through fist and flesh!”

“And the black-hole devouring law mastered by Lin Yuan is specifically designed to counter body refinement!”

Chu Tianjiao’s voice carried a note of wisdom.

“This counter is even more potent than the way spiritual power counters the physical body!”

“It can directly distort and absorb the physical force unleashed by the body!”

“If Su Yu throws out ten measures of force, Lin Yuan’s black hole can swallow nine of them! It can even convert that force into nourishment and feed it back into himself!”

“Furthermore, Su Yu possesses no spiritual attack technique. Once his only form of physical offense is devoured and countered, he will be completely crippled on the arena!”

Chu Tianjiao turned his head and looked at Chu Wudao.

“The stronger the physical body and the more vigorous the blood energy, the more a martial artist resembles a sumptuous feast before a black hole!”

“The reason Zhao Kuang lost was that his spiritual power was countered by Su Yu’s even greater spiritual power, leaving him completely helpless.”

“But the black-hole law is nearly impossible to counter in return!”

“Unless Su Yu’s cultivation is an entire major realm higher than Lin Yuan’s and he can forcibly burst the black hole apart.”

“But he has only a thousand drops of Origin Blood, while Lin Yuan has thirty thousand!”

“So Lin Yuan’s chances of victory are extremely high!”

After hearing this flawless analysis, Chu Wudao suddenly understood.

The heart that had been hanging in suspense finally settled.

“So that’s how it is!”

“With the countering nature of the laws, combined with a thirtyfold advantage in blood-energy reserves, Lin Yuan can indeed devour Su Yu with ease!”

Chu Tianjiao nodded slightly, then added:

“As for the remaining twenty percent of uncertainty…”

“Even if Lin Yuan truly suffers an unexpected defeat and loses to Su Yu, he will still be able to force Su Yu to reveal most of his trump cards!”

A ruthless glint flashed through Chu Tianjiao’s eyes.

“As long as we uncover the full extent of his strength…”

“Then, in the final match…”

“I will prepare some specialized measures for you to target his weaknesses.”

“With these two layers of insurance, I will help you secure first place without fail!”

Chu Wudao nodded heavily.

“Your son understands!”

“Thank you, Father, for planning everything so perfectly!”

The danger to the competition had been resolved.

Chu Tianjiao leaned back in his chair, his gaze once again settling on the gaunt young man in the Seventh Legion’s staging area.

The wariness in his eyes was gone. In its place was a hint of unusual admiration.

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