The disappearance of the gods had yet to stir any waves.
Most people wouldn't dare to probe into the whereabouts of the deities; they even speculated that the gods were hiding in some special room, watching the tournament.
Gods could never sit in the arena alongside mortals!
That would be too degrading!
Only a few priests who had dedicated their faith noticed that their gods were completely uninterested in this tournament.
However, they did not exchange any information among themselves.
Thus, to the members of the Hall of Valor, it simply seemed like their familiar gods had chosen not to attend the event.
Little did they know that while the Valor Combatants tournament attracted countless gazes, the power structure of the Hall of Valor had diminished significantly, with a large portion of its top-tier strength vanishing without a trace.
The gods had disappeared!
...
At this moment, in the arena—
Sterl wore a calm expression, and as the countdown reached zero, he even had the leisure to stretch.
He completely ignored the players around him, who had previously been defeated and humiliated by him!
On the surface, Sterl seemed to disregard them, but in reality—
He was intensely sensing everything through his Holy Spirit Bloodline.
He had an inkling of the plans surrounding him.
"Are they trying to surround me?"
Sterl raised an eyebrow slightly.
He was confident of his victory and deliberately feigned ignorance to amplify his showmanship.
To ignore someone was the highest form of disdain!
This kind of aura was far more powerful than mere threats.
When it came to showing off, Sterl was a true professional.
He pondered for a moment, then walked toward the summit of the mountain, sending out a mental call that enveloped the entire arena.
"The final victor, come challenge me."
He took on a flamboyant posture, strolling toward the peak. Sterl moved incredibly quickly, each step a broad leap through space...
However, while he appeared relaxed, he was actually on high alert, wary of others attempting to ambush him. It wasn't that he feared being eliminated in one hit; he had already tested that earlier.
Destructive Light couldn't breach his defenses!
A group of ordinary Supremes, even with a quasi-divine among them, what could they possibly do to him?
Sterl was merely concerned that if he were struck, it would diminish his prestige and damage his aura as a strong individual!
This combination of relaxation and tension in his movements was extremely taxing.
Sterl waited for someone to block his path.
After completing his first leap, he discovered a dense crowd ahead, all standing in his way!
Sterl felt a surge of joy in his heart; it seemed he wouldn't have to exert himself.
"Thank you all."
He thought to himself, feeling grateful.
But in his actions, he still maintained his facade.
"What is it?"
He adopted a condescending posture.
This scene, whether viewed from the outside or by those in the arena, seemed... completely normal.
It was entirely natural for the strong to be a bit arrogant.
Sterl's calm demeanor, however, began to unsettle those around him!
The plan was already set.
But since there hadn't been any formal communication, they still needed a spark to ignite the battle!
The quasi-divine Aochulov's eyes flashed with light: "I'll take the lead! Let's take him down first!"
He understood that without a leader, no one would dare to make the first move.
As the strongest among them, Aochulov felt a twinge of pride, convinced that last time he had merely underestimated David, allowing him to unleash his full power and ultimately defeat him.
This time...
Everyone widened their eyes in anticipation of the fading glow of David's power.
"Let's see which unfortunate souls are eliminated?"
"David is probably in a weakened state now..."
"A contender for the championship, and he might not even make it into the top thirty-two..."
...
In the minds of countless powerful figures, some were curious, while others reveled in misfortune.
They analyzed clearly—
When David struck, even if the other players worked together, there would still be casualties.
But David couldn't defeat all his enemies; after all, before reaching divine level, there were limits to power!
The only question was, how close was David's hidden trump card to that limit?
Moreover, the more enemies David defeated with this move, the greater the consumption of this ability would be!
At that point, the exhausted David would be easily slain and eliminated!
David's original combat power would have posed a challenge to those seed players in the finals, but if he was eliminated at the very start of this chaotic battle, it would mean the end of his journey in the Valor Combatants tournament...
As a result, many people's eyes sparkled with excitement!
The fall of such a genius brought them great joy.
However...
As the light gradually dimmed, silhouettes began to materialize slowly.
Eventually, what appeared before the countless spectators was an exceedingly bizarre scene.
The crowd that had surrounded David seemed frozen, as if they had been pressed to a stop button, each maintaining various poses of skill release, utterly motionless.
As for their "abilities," they had long been devoured!
On David's side, he remained completely unscathed, casually gazing at the distant mountains, with not a single enemy in sight.
Gulp.
At that moment, in one of the larger spectator stands, someone swallowed hard, breaking the silence!
The scene changed abruptly!
The figures near David all collapsed to the ground, blood streaming from their seven orifices! It was as if they had suffered some severe backlash, their bodies shimmered with a bizarre cursed glow that continuously gnawed at and burned their life force.
Meanwhile, David remained standing in place, completely motionless, his expression indifferent as he walked toward the mountain peak!
He then sighed, "Why did you have to force me to act?"
Just like before, he took slow, measured steps, and in less than two seconds, he completely vanished.
All that remained were the cursed flames surrounding him, where everyone, including quasi-divine Aochulov, had reached the end of their lives, transforming into white light one by one as they were teleported away...
???
The spectators were left in utter confusion.
What was going on? What kind of technique was this?
Was the power level a bit outrageous?
There were dozens of people attacking David!
Among them were the powerful figures accumulated over nearly a thousand years from the Hall of Valor.
The weakest among them was at the Supreme level.
They had just unleashed their full power.
A loss could be understood!
David's combat strength was overwhelming!
Heavy casualties, with over a dozen eliminated at once, wouldn't be surprising.
Given David's displayed talent and capability, it made perfect sense for him to hide a big move.
But what in the world was this??
Everyone was wiped out!
Even some deities, if their divine authority wasn't combat-oriented, wouldn't be capable of such a feat!!
"I don't understand at all!!"
"What was that technique?"
"I can't recognize it at all!!"
Numerous players and NPCs clamored in confusion. Under the cover of the blood-colored document in the disk, Sterl unleashed Silent Domain. Even though it radiated iridescent-level light and the form of Silent Domain itself was familiar to many powerful figures in the Hall of Valor, they still couldn't confirm what they had just witnessed.