My Substitute CEO Bride
Chapter 1766

"My esteemed friends of the East, I believe it takes a life-and-death struggle to truly push the young to grow. What do you think?" Maidee asked with a faint smile.

No one from the Satanic Union would be participating in the matches, so whether it was a fight until first blood or a fight to the death, his guild would not be affected at all. He hoped to pit the Western cultivators in a life-and-death struggle with the Eastern cultivators as it would not only train the Western cultivators but also weaken the Eastern cultivation world to some extent.

Dallas pondered for a moment and then replied, "I think we should stop at first blood. We're all here to obtain treasures. There's no need to risk our lives for this."

Hearing this, Maidee smiled gently, "Then as you say, we'll fight until first blood."

Both sides returned to their respective factions to explain the arena rules to the participating cultivators.

When Ryan heard the first blood rule, he immediately pouted, "Fighting until first blood is too boring. I wanted to kill more of them!"

Dallas laughed. "You need to consider others. Not everyone is a monster like you!"

Ryan's eyes brightened as if he thought of something. "How about this? I become the arena master and challenge all the Western experts below the Legendary Realm. But the rules should be changed to no holds barred!"

Dallas immediately shook his head. "No way. The Western faction has about 50 King Realm experts. They could just tire you out in a series of battles."

Ryan looked disappointed. "Alright then. I'll make sure not to kill them."

Dallas continued, "That's not acceptable either. You have to stop the moment your opponent surrenders."

Ryan scratched his head in frustration. "This isn't allowed, that isn't allowed. What's the point of this, then?"

Dallas chuckled. "Our goal is to win, not to kill. Heaven cherishes life, and so should we. If you become too bloodthirsty, you'll stray to the demonic path!"

Ryan was slightly taken aback but took these words to heart. It did look like his bloodlust had grown stronger ever since he inherited Murdoch's legacy.

Dallas patted Ryan on the shoulder. "Winning this match and obtaining the sacred sword of ice will bring glory to our country. Don't be overly focused on hatred." Ryan nodded. "Alright, I understand."

Suddenly, a man in a suit landed on the arena. He looked toward the Eastern cultivators arrogantly and said, "I'm Tysen Northwater from the Radiant Guild, a descendant of angels. I'm at the fifth tier of the King Realm."

Tysen had angel blood and was a true descendant of the angel race. However, he only had a trace of their blood. Only by transcending godhood and undergoing tribulation could he have a chance to revert to his ancestral form and grow wings.

Only those born with wings in the angel race could be called angels.

Eric raised an eyebrow slightly. "A fifth-tier King Realm expert? They're starting with such a strong hand?"

To face someone at the fifth tier of the King Realm, someone had to be at the peak of the Mystique Loyalty Realm. It looked like he did not even have the right to step onto the stage now. Nevertheless, he was eager to give it a try. Perhaps he could still put up a fight with his Path techniques.

Ryan leaped onto the arena and announced, "Ryan from the Celestial Dragon Squadron. I'm at the peak of the Mystique Loyalty Realm."

He then added, "And I'm a descendant of dragons!"

Since his opponent had declared himself a descendant of angels, Ryan decided he would declare himself a descendant of dragons.

Tysen's pupils narrowed slightly. He had gone first to avoid facing Ryan and assumed he would be kept as a trump card for the final round. To his surprise, Ryan was the first to step into the arena.

What now?

Ryan could defeat even those in the Legendary Realm. Should he

concede immediately? He could not, however not with so many guilds watching and the sacred sword of ice being a sacred relic of the angels. It would be disgraceful for him to retreat without fighting.

Ryan slowly drew the god-slaying sword from his back as he allowed his peak Mystique Loyalty Realm aura to burst forth.

Tysen instantly felt the overwhelming pressure pressed down on him like a mountain.

In a flash, Ryan's figure blurred, and he slashed at Tysen with his blade.

Ryan was as fast as lightning, but Tysen reacted in time. He flipped his wrist to produce a short spear. The spear was three feet three inches long and entirely crystalline, appearing as if made of glass. Tysen raised the short spear above his head to block Ryan's immensely heavy attack.

The crisp sound of glass shattering echoed as numerous cracks spread across the short spear.