Chapter 698: Counter Kill
This match.
Thousands of spectators jeered.
The challenger was just too disappointing.
The level difference was outrageous.
Avril had a lead of 35 levels over her opponent.
Although the non-specialist had hidden his four primary attributes, everyone could guess that Avril's stats far outmatched his.
Moreover…
The term "non-specialist" was synonymous with weakness in many people's minds.
Without a class, one couldn't learn higher-tier skills. They could only use F-level abilities and couldn't access the "Order-Imbued" powers comparable to SS-level skills after level 100.
These points had been repeated countless times in the outside world.
Given this.
The crowd impatiently urged the referee to start the match and end this farce, not wanting to waste any more time.
The referee quickly raised his hand and declared:
"Both combatants, prepare yourselves!"
"The match will begin in ten seconds!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
A countdown appeared as a holographic projection above the arena.
The 140-level Witch God girl gazed at the strikingly handsome man before her, a hint of disdain flickering in her eyes.
A newly promoted fourth-tier powerhouse at level 100 typically had attributes around 300,000–400,000.
Of course… this referred to their main attribute, since class choice determined the allocation of stat points.
But her Intelligence attribute had already reached 1,700,000 at level 140.
If she activated her Witch-class buff "Curse Surge," her skill damage would increase by 50%, and her Intelligence would double.
This meant her Intelligence would skyrocket from 1,700,000 to 3,400,000.
Even among level-140 professionals, Avril's stats were monstrously high, befitting her title as Lucia's outstanding junior sister.
Now, against an opponent so far below her level and without a class…
Hmm.
There was no need to activate any buffs. She could end the fight with a single Curse Death spell.
"Curse Death" wasn't very effective against evenly matched opponents and was typically used to chip away at their health.
But against a much lower-level adversary, it became a "mowing-the-grass" skill.
It usually resulted in instant kills.
The audience watched the countdown.
Their expressions were even more dismissive than Avril's. This foregone conclusion of a match elicited no anticipation.
Ten seconds passed in the blink of an eye.
As the countdown ended.
Avril raised her hand towards the non-specialist before her, then clenched it suddenly.
Hum!!
A strange, ominous wave of energy rapidly spread out!
"Order: Curse Death"!
Clearly.
Avril had chosen to use her "Order-Imbued" power to enhance the spell, turning it into an SS-tier finishing move!
Her intent was to one-shot this overconfident non-specialist.
"It's over!"
As soon as Avril raised her hand, the spectators silently declared the outcome.
"Pfft!"
As expected.
The non-specialist grunted, blood spurting from his mouth!
Even more shockingly…
Blood also flowed from his nose, eyes, and ears!
Seven orifices bleeding!
A level-140 versus a level-105.
A single move, severely wounded.
A moment's defeat!
Avril slowly lowered her hand, feeling she had wasted her precious time. She turned her head toward the referee.
The referee nodded and was about to announce the result of this unremarkable match.
But just then.
Something unexpected happened!!
"Pfft!!"
To the crowd's utter astonishment, the previously calm and aloof Witch God girl suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood!
Even more shocking…
Blood flowed from Avril's nose, eyes, and ears as well!
Seven orifices bleeding!
Just like the non-specialist she had cursed.
No…
It was even more severe than the non-specialist's symptoms!
Thud!
The massive damage left the Witch God girl instantly gravely injured. Her consciousness severed in that moment, and she collapsed to the ground with her eyes rolled back.
Wow!!
At that moment.
The previously bored crowd finally reacted with astonished gasps.
"What the hell is this…"
The sudden reversal left them speechless.
When they looked back at the non-specialist, they saw that he was not unconscious. Instead, he calmly took a tissue from his inventory and began wiping the blood from his face.
This scene clearly confirmed the outcome of the match.
Now it was Ling Zhan's turn to glance at the referee, signaling for him to announce the results.
The referee, mouth agape as if he could swallow a whole egg, snapped out of his shock.
He glanced once more at Avril, as if hoping she might regain consciousness and continue the fight.
But.
He was disappointed.
Avril lay still on the ground, unmoving. While she wasn't dead, the severe damage had rendered her unconscious.
The non-specialist only needed to walk over, draw a weapon, and stab Avril in the heart to end the life of this level-140 Witch God.
Thus, the referee, still stunned, declared loudly:
"As Avril has lost consciousness…"
"I hereby declare the winner of this match to be the non-specialist!"
"His name is Ling Zhan!"
As soon as the words left his mouth.
Wow!!
The crowd finally returned to their senses and erupted in disbelief!
"How could this be the final result…"
"This totally upends my understanding! A level-140 powerhouse was counter-killed by a level-105 non-specialist!"
"Oh my god! Am I dreaming…"
Lucia, vice-captain of the Holy Knights, was even more deeply shaken than the crowd.
She knew her junior sister's talent and strength better than anyone.
Her mentor had incredibly high standards.
Every student her mentor took in was outstanding.
Especially her junior sister, the most cherished and talented of them all.
Reaching level 140 at the age of 24.
Even in the Sacred Continent, she was among the very top prodigies.
Yet this extraordinary junior sister, who was destined to surpass Lucia in the future, had just been counter-killed by a non-specialist.
This…
Who would believe it?
Yet the cold, hard truth was right before her eyes.
No matter how hard she tried to deny it, she had to admit that this match had indeed ended with her junior sister's defeat.