As Ling Bin walked out of the meeting room,the heavy sense of oppression still lingered in the air.Ming Rong's cold and intimidating presence felt like a dark cloud hovering over him,suffocating.Wang Xu's sinister smile was like a thorn,deeply embedded in his mind.With each step,he pondered his next move.Wang Xu's conspiracy had surfaced,and Ming Rong's ruthless attitude only made the situation more perilous.He had to find Ling Hao immediately and warn him of the risks and potential traps of this mission.
Ling Bin hurriedly made his way home,but upon arrival,he found that Ling Hao was not there.A slight sense of urgency crept up his spine as he realized that his son might be at the Hall of the War God.
The Hall of the War God was the center of the empire's arena,where the empire's elite warriors trained and showcased their skills.The massive metal walls were enough to leave anyone in awe.The outer walls stood like a giant shield,emitting a cold,metallic sheen that was so smooth it seemed seamless,blending with the sky.Energy veins,densely packed and faintly glowing in the shadows,pulsed like the blood of a dragon,flowing with energy.These energy veins tightly encircled the Hall of the War God,symbolizing both protection and terrifying destructive power.Anyone passing by could feel an invisible force emanating from the depths of the structure—an aura of unspoken authority,like a slumbering beast ready to awaken at any moment,devouring anything daring enough to challenge its might.
Above the main entrance,the words"Hall of the War God"were engraved.These four characters seemed like a divine decree from the heavens,etched into the wall with an indescribable sense of power.These were not just ordinary words;they were photon energy characters engraved with the empire's highest technology.During major events or special occasions,these characters would shine brilliantly,illuminating the entire sky around the arena.
Inside the Hall of the War God was a vast circular structure,its high walls towering like deep canyons.The walls were lined with numerous holographic screens displaying real-time battle data,vital signs of the warriors,and combat power analysis.These data floated in the air,constantly scrolling,making it seem as though every warrior's secrets were laid bare,transparent for all to see.
The arena floor was not made of ordinary materials but rather a type of intelligent flooring composed of energy particles.It could sense each warrior's steps and power,adjusting the friction,gravity,and even the combat conditions on the fly.During battles,the floor could shift its form,creating different terrains—from towering mountains and deep valleys to seas of fire and fields of lightning.In such an environment,warriors not only had to face their opponent's attacks but also adapt to the ever-changing battlefield,as if the arena itself was a hidden third opponent,always ready to eliminate the weak.
The spectator stands circled the arena,towering high and divided into different tiers.Closest to the arena sat the empire's elite and high-ranking officials,their seats symbolizing their power and status,giving them the best view of the warriors'fights.As the seating rose higher,it was filled with ordinary spectators,tens of thousands of them packed tightly in rows like waves.Each spectator wore special viewing devices,allowing them to see real-time battle details and data analysis.This was more than just a competition;it was a grand celebration for the entire empire.Whenever a warrior delivered a spectacular attack,the giant screens in the stands would instantly replay the action,prompting thunderous cheers and screams from the crowd.
Suspended above the arena was the Judgment Display Board,a massive transparent holographic screen that constantly displayed the rules,progress,and outcomes of each match.Whenever a battle concluded,the victor's name and corresponding honor would flash on the screen,accompanied by the roars of approval from the audience.The name of the defeated,however,would gradually fade as the match ended,eventually disappearing completely.
At the center of the grand hall stood a massive Wall of Honor,situated in the most prominent spot for all to see.This floating wall of pure energy was inscribed with the names and achievements of the empire's greatest warriors throughout history.These names were more than just text;they were made up of countless strands of genetic data,and anyone approaching the wall could feel the power of these great genes.Behind each name was a story of heart-pounding battles and glorious victories.These warriors,with their lives and honor,had created the unmatched brilliance of the Wall of Honor.
In stark contrast to the Wall of Honor was the Pillar of Shame,located on the opposite end of the arena.The Pillar of Shame served as a grim reminder to every participating warrior that failure not only meant losing a match but also a lifetime of disgrace.Whenever a warrior failed due to cowardice,betrayal,or not meeting the empire's expectations,their name would be etched onto this pillar,forever marked by shame.The pillar was made of a material resembling obsidian,embedded with countless dim red lights,each representing the failure of a warrior.These names flickered weakly on the pillar,silently lamenting their fate.
Ling Bin walked with heavy steps,his eyes cautiously scanning his surroundings as his pace quickened.The majestic presence of the Hall of the War God seemed to compress every breath he took,and the surrounding sounds gradually transformed from a low murmur to a tidal roar.Inside the arena,the crowd was packed,and the audience's enthusiasm was about to erupt like a volcano.This match had attracted the attention of countless spectators.
Ling Bin's heart began to race.The air was thick with fiery anticipation and tension,weighing heavily on his chest.At this moment,unease filled his heart.Although he knew his son,Ling Hao,often came here to hone his skills through arduous training,today's atmosphere inside the hall was different.The crowd was more fervent than usual,with cheers rising and falling like waves,as if the entire empire was on fire for this battle.
Frowning slightly,Ling Bin's intuition told him that this match was far from ordinary.He quickened his pace and began to pick up on snippets of conversation around him.
"Did you hear?It's Ling Hao versus Lan Fengche today!This is a rare showdown between geniuses!"A woman's excited voice broke through his thoughts,barely able to contain her excitement,her eyes sparkling with anticipation.She stood in the spectator stands,leaning forward as if afraid to miss a single moment.
"But when is Young Master Lan going to show up?We've been waiting forever,and he still hasn't appeared,"she anxiously asked the man beside her.
The man chuckled softly,a hint of playful familiarity with Lan Fengche's character in his tone."No rush,Young Master Lan is always laid-back.Look,he's probably late again."
The atmosphere in the arena was thick with tension.Suddenly,an earth-shattering cheer erupted from the crowd,shaking the entire arena.Everyone was chanting a single name—Ling Hao.