Floating Island - Triple S Talent

[Killed (Gerusha- Golden Core) exp 122,000, 1,000 contribution points]

After the system notification panel sounded, Laras, who had been silent, quickly approached the giant's corpse and checked the items he dropped.

"So strong..." said the Beast Master man in the distance. He had been watching from the start and indeed thought Laras was very strong. Even with his Tier 3 strength, he felt he was no match for her.

"Damn... you killed my good friend earlier..." said a woman while shedding tears. She had just lost her good friend to the fire giant, but now her revenge was finally fulfilled.

On the other hand, Laras was extracting materials from the giant's corpse, ensuring she didn't miss any valuable materials dropped by a Tier 3 creature.

"Alright... next location."

Without lingering, Laras flew on her Vortex Plate, searching for locations with high contribution points... no, enemies.

***

In a faraway realm, the same war was taking place as experienced by Lein and Laras.

"Double Strike"

"Killer Thundercloud"

One by one, each living being in the battle unleashed their skills. It didn't matter who or what you were; as long as you were on the opposing side, you would be affected by the skills released.

Boom...

Zzhrr...

"Arghhhh, so hot..."

The entire area within a 50-meter radius was filled with black flames that wouldn't be extinguished by water. The fire burned all creatures within it, regardless of whether they were friend or foe.

"Don't go near those black flames!!!"

"Run, the black mage is coming..." A young man with a silver bow ran away from the area of black flames.

"Silver Hawk!" shouted a man with a glowing blue hologram, summoning a silver-feathered hawk. He quickly mounted the hawk and flew away from the black flames.

"Crazy... that crazy black mage again..." said a handsome young man with a white halo behind his back.

"Holy Fire," the handsome man said.

Immediately, like water being poured, a bright holy light illuminated an area 40 meters from where he stood.

The two elements collided. The pure holy fire clashed with the unquenchable black flames.

"Heh... too weak," muttered the black mage, who was currently standing casually on a transparent disc. In front of him was a black book, split in two. Occasionally, the black book would flip its pages automatically.

Yes, the old man in the black hood with the black-aura book in front of him was a core member of the World Market alliance formed by Lein, Old Man Haikal Emanuel.

"The item from Young Master Lein is too terrifying this time."

"A 50% attribute increase? Hhh... very good..." said Old Man Haikal excitedly.

The black book, which had been flipping back and forth between pages, now stopped on a page depicting a hooded figure with a long scythe in hand.

"Angel of Death."

Immediately, a shadow identical to the image on the book's page emerged from the black book.

"Kill those ants; don't let a single one escape," ordered Old Man Haikal to the shadowy figure with the long scythe.

The shadow seemed to understand Old Man Haikal's command, floating swiftly towards the low-level creatures fleeing the black flame area.

[Killed (Ijre- Lunar Growth) exp 11,700, 1,000 contribution points]

[Killed (Fiants- Blessed Initiate) exp 13,000, 1,000 contribution points]

The angel lived up to its name; each time it passed through the low-level creatures, the system's kill notifications were heard by Old Man Haikal.

"Very good..." he said with a broad smile. But this time, his smile froze as a light spear came rushing towards him very quickly.

"Damn... why do these people love sneak attacks so much?" said Old Man Haikal, activating the teleportation skill of the Vortex Plate.

Old Man Haikal appeared not far from where he had been. He then looked at who had launched the holy spear attack. His gaze fell on the handsome man with the white halo far below on the ground.

The man held a spear in his right hand and stared at Old Man Haikal with a hostile look. The aura of the spear in his hand intensified, as if he was about to launch another attack.

"Uah... it's been a while since I fought in close combat," said Old Man Haikal, stretching each joint in his body.

Immediately after saying that, black claw aura appeared in his hands.

"Demon King's Claw," he muttered.

The black claw in his hand had a burning red tip, looking very terrifying and capable of taking the life of anyone who saw it.

He instantly teleported right in front of the handsome man with the holy spear in his hand. Close combat ensued.

Tsk...

Tshh...

Old Man Haikal's martial skills were excellent; he dodged all the spear attacks launched by the handsome man.

A side stab...

Old Man Haikal twisted his body slightly, spun in the opposite direction, then slashed the handsome man's neck with his black claw.

Crack...

The sound of breaking protection was heard...

"A protection talisman, huh?" muttered Old Man Haikal nonchalantly. He knew what had happened. He often encountered this, many young masters with thousands of life-saving tools.

Swoosh...

Slash...

The fierce battle between Old Man Haikal continued, although from afar, it was clear that Old Man Haikal had the upper hand, even though they were both at Tier 3.

***

Ziyan Light Realm, Longteng City

At the busy ship harbor, a large ship slowly approached the dock. The ship was enormous and had many defenses on it.

After reaching the dock, a young man in a blue robe disembarked. The young man seemed familiar with the place; he took a deep breath of fresh air and said, "Ahhh... finally here," stretching both his arms.

Yes, the young man was Lein, who had just arrived after a three-hour journey from battlefield #44.

He should have returned with his team members, but since the Qian race won the battle decisively, the entire small team returned with the war leader at fortress island #44, Elder Wang Cai.

Lein, eager to check all his harvests, didn't want to wait long and wanted to exchange all the contribution points he had obtained. Besides, he also had further plans regarding the clone skill of the divine sword.