Absolute God Chapter 2096

Thirtieth stage—begin!

This time, no beast or metal puppet—a human!

Clad in a tattered black robe, he oozed a first-turn Tribulation realm aura.

“A human?” Lin Yun frowned, puzzled.

The black-robed bloke stepped onto the arena.

“Kid, I want my freedom—I’ve got to beat you, today it’s you or me!” His eyes blazed with killing intent.

A human who’d sided with demons—caught and locked up by the empire.

His first-turn Tribulation realm aura flared full-on.

“You or me, eh?” Lin Yun’s eyes flicked with surprise.

“Die!”

The black-robe whipped out a dark chain, lashing it fierce.

It snaked like a dragon toward Lin Yun, air wailing in its wake.

Lin Yun swung to block!

Rare weapon—tricky to master, but niche, so few knew how to counter—lethal in skilled hands!

“Let’s see what you’ve got!”

Lin Yun parried the incoming chain.

*Crack!*

It struck, spun back, then smashed down with endless force!

Lin Yun dodged back, still blocking.

“This guy’s a handful!” he thought.

First-turn Tribulation realm, sure, but demon-trained—loaded with tricks, top-tier strength for his level.

That chain mastery—wild and unpredictable—could trip up most first-turn foes.

“Kid, die!!!”

The black-robe went berserk, maxing out his power to end Lin Yun!

Chain kept coming!

Eleventh-layer Taixu Power—unleash!

Super-divine soul-sense—unleash!

Demon bones—unleash!

Raw might surged through Lin Yun’s sword—he slashed at the chain.

*Clang!*

Sparks flew—chain met blade.

The strike packed punch, but the chain’s length ate the force, shielding the black-robe.

“This chain’s weird—my hits land like punching cotton, no threat to him, dragging this out’s bad, just burns me dry!”

“Gotta get close!” Lin Yun schemed.

*Crack!*

Chain lashed again—Lin Yun swung, stomped, leapt skyward, inner force roaring, diving at the black-robe.

He reacted, flinging the chain up to snare Lin Yun.

“Flying Snow Sword Array!”

128 swords shot out, swirling into a massive vortex, shredding the chain aside!

“Now!”

“Mysteries—fuse!”

Lin Yun plunged, five mysteries melding into his Holy Spirit-grade sword—power spiking!

“What?” Sensing the terror, the black-robe yanked the chain back to shield!

But raw force smashed it aside!

*Splurch!*

Piercing power punched through his throat.

Clutching it, his eyes bulged.

A third-rank Mahayana kid—this strong? Unthinkable.

Three seconds, he crumpled.

Thirtieth stage—cleared!

“Making me fuse five mysteries—you’re not half bad,” Lin Yun eyed him.

No clue why he was here, but Lin Yun figured—massive crime.

First-turn Tribulation realm was empire gold—petty stuff got a pass, only colossal sins landed you here!

No pity from Lin Yun.

To end it fast, he’d pulled five-mystery fusion!

Without it, his earlier cards and battle smarts could’ve won—a slog, sure.

Fusion? One-shot, clean—why mess about?

“Now, only Heaven-Shaking Hand’s left unused,” Lin Yun tallied inwardly.

The stone gate groaned open again.

Judges’ stand.

“That’s… five-mystery fusion?”

The envoys gasped, floored.

Lin Yun’s move hit like a thunderbolt!

Even Hall Master He froze, stunned.

Shockwaves crashed through them.

Five-mystery fusion—they knew how rare, how tough that was!

Super-divine soul-sense had jolted them already.

But this? Heart-pounding!

Hall Master He spun to Liang Yuan, “Old Liang, why didn’t you say he could fuse five mysteries?”

“Hall Master, it’s in the file—you just… didn’t read it,” Liang Yuan chuckled dryly.

Hall Master He went mute—fair cop.

He’d skimmed Lin Yun’s third-rank Mahayana bit and binned the rest.

His bad.

“What else? Spill it!” Hall Master He pressed.

“Hall Master, one more—he’s barely past forty, dead young!” Liang Yuan said.

“Forty?”

The envoys jolted again.

“Forty, five-mystery fusion, super-divine first-rank soul-sense? That’s mad!”

“Liang Yuan, you sure? Just forty?” Hall Master He grilled.

“No mistake—I tested his bone age myself,” Liang Yuan swore.

The envoys erupted—noise, awe, disbelief.

Hall Master He leaned back, sighing, “Forty, super-divine soul-sense, five-mystery fusion—even if he doesn’t take first, he’s leagues flashier!”

Liang Yuan grinned at Old Cheng.

“Old Cheng, Lin Yun’s past 30—per our bet, that’s 10,000 Tribulation Pills you owe me,” he beamed.

“Luck’s yours!” Old Cheng’s face twisted.

10,000 Tribulation Pills—his heart bled.

Who’d have pegged a third-rank Mahayana for 30 stages?