The Strongest Conquest System

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"Can you handle those Seventh Cataclysm Tribulation Transcendance Realm Masters, Blazeheart!?" Shadowstrike inquired while in the midst of a battle himself.

"Of course I can!" Blazeheart responded with a smug expression as he blasted away another Seventh Cataclysm cultivator.

OOOM!

Blazeheart's aura increased a hundredfold as he stared down at the next set of Sixth Cataclysm Tribulation Transcendence Realm Cultivators!

His gaze turned ferocious as he shot toward the nearest contestant!

FWIP!

He appeared behind the unsuspecting man in but an instant!

"!?!?" The man was still trying to comprehend what was going on.

However, before he could even quantify the disappearance of Blazeheart, he was blasted outside of the fighting ring!

BOOM! BOOM!

The man was kicked straight into the outer layer of the protective barrier as he slid down the side of it with half his face completely scorched.

"I told you these guys are nothing but chump change, Shadowstrike!" Blazeheart sneered with arrogance oozing out of his voice.

"..."

Shadowstrike was glad that his companion was faring quite well. However, he, on the other hand, found himself in quite a predicament.

Nonetheless, Blazeheart was faring far worse...

SHING! SHING!

Razor-sharp blades capable of bissecting countries in half came flying in every direction, aiming straight for Blazeheart's throat!

"Really!? Thirteen of you guys at once!?" Blazeheart questioned with an exasperated tone.

He couldn't believe that thirteen experts at or around the peak stages of Tribulation Transcendance really stooped so low as to gang up on him!

"This is how it must be, Blazeheart! You are a threat! Which means that you must be eliminated!" One of the attackers shouted, his sword nearly reaching the neck of Blazeheart.

However, before it was able to touch him, Blazeheart swerved out of the way, counterattacking with an upward kick!

BANG!

A loud rattling sound followed as the attacker's sword was flung out of his hand.

"!?!?" The attacker was bewildered by this development.

He assumed that his compatriots would lend him a hand; however, when he looked around and saw all of his companions strung outside the fighting rings, his expression turned ashen

"H-How?" The attacker muttered in disbelief.

"It's because you're all far too slow," Blazeheart replied with a wide grin plastered on his face.

Following his condescending words, he picked the man up by his collar before throwing him outside of the ring!

BOOOOOM!

The man crashed into the side of the protective barrier, subsequently falling unconscious with blood leaking out of his mouth.

"That was far too easy, Shadowstrike! You think we will acquire the fancy or any princesses with this show of power!?"

"Are you really looking to retire and become a gigolo so soon?" Shadowstrike questioned, his hand firmly clasping onto the head of a Sixth Cataclysm contestant.

He threw the person outside of the ring before waiting for Blazeheart's answer.

And it wasn't long before Blazeheart replied, "Of course I am! I can't wait to spend my life in luxury, snuggled up in the bosom of a princess! After all, it's what I deserve for spending thousands of years doing all the dirty work for Asterion!"

Shadowstrike wore a disgruntled expression after listening to the ridiculous words of his friend.

How likely was it that a princess of high enough standing would be looking their way?? The chance was basically zero!

However, his thinking quickly flipped on its head when he saw a man even weaker than them receive flirtatious stares from all the princesses and even their moms and grandmas

Hell, even the aunts and cousins were looking at this man the same way!

Shadowstrike personally witnessed the most nondescript of them obtain the attention of essentially everyone in the crowd.

And all he was doing was dodging and weaving in between lethal attacks, barely escaping death

"Ow! This hurts so much, guys! Pl-Please stop" Azmond screamed out with a bloody countenance.

SHING!

A blade flew past his neck, nearly taking off his head in one fell swoop!

"Stop dodging, you fu*king weasel!" A man in shiny golden armor shouted.

He was a Fifth Cataclysm Tribulation Transcendance Realm Master, and yet he was being played around with by this damn worm!

SHING! SLICE!

A large greatsword came flying from a different direction, aiming straight for the sickly man's head!

The wind whistled as it felt like the great sword was capable of splitting an entire continent in half!

Azmond, in response to this attack, turned his 'shaky' gaze behind him before he

*Roll*

He did a barrel roll, effectively dodging the strike that nearly cracked the fighting ring!

"!?" The man who swung the great sword was baffled by this development.

"Why did you dodge, you bastard!?" He roared with an enraged look on his face.

"Ahhh! It was because I don't like scary things!" Azmond responded with a frightened expression.

His legs were shaky and his balance was wobbly, yet he was still able to stay alive under the joint attacks of five different Fifth Cataclysm Tribulation Transcendence Realm Cultivators!

"!!!" "!!!" "!!!"

The five powerful cultivators were beyond pissed off at this man as they closed in on him from five different directions.

It was clear that they were trying to close him into an inescapable circle!

And since they could move many times faster than the man, they closed the gap between them in an instant!

ZIP! ZIP!

On top of that, they moved in sporadic ways while moving toward him, so as not to allow any space for him to escape!

Azmond watched this ridiculous tactic with an interested gleam in his eyes.

After a few nanoseconds of understanding what they were trying to do, he simply

BOOM!

Jumped up!

"!?" "!?" "!?"

All of the Fifth Cataclysm cultivators looked at this scene with dumbfounded expressions.

That was until the one holding the great sword spoke up by saying, "Why did you run, you weasel!? Come back here and face your death-!"

However, this man didn't even get the chance to finish his sentence as a sword stabbed him in the side!

And the one who stabbed him was his companion!

"You fucker Don't you know how to swing that thing!?" The man hollored, blood drizzling down his lips.