Chapter 245: Transforming Into A War Reporter
His intuition told him that this Hero Tower evolution and improvement was very likely related to Wu Xian’s Domain Scroll Painting.
Although he had long known that Wu Xian’s Domain Scroll Painting was of extremely high tier, he still never imagined that Wu Xian’s Domain Scroll Painting could actually trigger the Hero Tower’s evolution and improvement.
It must be known that to this day, no Domain Scroll Painting has qualified to be included in the Hero Tower’s 30th Floor or above.
In other words, Wu Xian’s Domain Scroll Painting had fundamentally surpassed all current Domain Scroll Paintings.
“Is the gap this big?”
Bai Shiqi’s heart pounded wildly as he silently swallowed hard.
During this time, he had also been attempting to conceive and create his own Domain Scroll Painting.
The more he tried it himself, the more he could appreciate【Underworld】’s unattainable heights.
During the conception process, he always unconsciously benchmarked against Underworld, causing his Domain Scroll Painting to remain stillborn to this day.
He finally conceived a set of ingenious Domain Background framework that could barely match Underworld, but then discovered that other details also had gulf-like gaps.
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Time passed slowly.
The major top-tier clubs also began to lose patience one after another and started taking action.
But unless it was the final moment, no one was willing to take the initiative to break the stalemate.
On the contrary, the Deep Sea Demon Whale had already lost patience and began stirring up wind and waves, probing and tussling with all sides.
A Level 42 Otherworld Lord Monster naturally realized that it had been targeted by the human collective, but who was the hunter and who was the prey was still uncertain.
Over these years, countless humans had perished here.
The Deep Sea Demon Whale had precisely evolved to its current tier by continuously devouring humans’ Scroll Paintings.
Boom boom boom…
Giant waves surged on the sea, fierce winds raged, and the main teams of the major clubs also began entering the fray one after another.
The crowds watching from the safety perimeter also began boiling with excitement.
At this time, Wu Xian and Xue Zhengying were “staying” on a small airship, whose owner was named Zhou Yan, Xue Zhengying’s former junior fanboy from the same cohort.
Of course, Zhou Yan had now retired. Due to his innate love for bustling around everywhere, he served as a “War Correspondent” in the Alliance.
As everyone knew, War Correspondents were all fierce individuals.
Zhou Yan was no exception. Under his control, the Gold Scroll airship shuttled through the chaotic battlefield, his camera clicking away in his hand, with drone aerial devices speeding around various parts of the battlefield.
Wu Xian and the other were dizzy from the flashy special-grade flight maneuvers.
“Come come come, give this prodigy of the Bai Clan a close-up~!”
As Zhou Yan grinned teasingly, he maneuvered the airship to shuttle near Dolan Club’s warships, capturing close-ups of Bai Shiqi from different angles.
During the filming, Wu Xian, who was dizzy on the airship, inevitably locked eyes with Bai Shiqi.
“Brother Wu?!”
At this moment, Dolan Club had already formally engaged, and Bai Shiqi had even released his Divine Diagram.
But it wasn’t the previous Undead System Divine Diagram, but another Ocean System Divine Diagram, with several club members’ Gold Scrolls basically deriving from this Ocean System Divine Diagram.
“What’s wrong, nephew?” Su Baiqin asked doubtfully.
“Noth… nothing,” Bai Shiqi shook his head with a smile, but a hint of inexplicable excitement flickered in his eyes. “Youngest Uncle, pay attention to those two people on that airship later.”
Su Baiqin looked over doubtfully. “Isn’t that Brother Zhou Yan the War Correspondent?”
“I’m talking about the other two,” Bai Shiqi said solemnly. “Especially the one smiling at us—be sure to guard against him especially!”
“That Wu Xian kid from Underworld Club?” Su Baiqin was stunned.
“That’s right, him.”
Hearing this, Su Baiqin’s expression turned odd. “Didn’t Underworld Club just start up? They already have the guts to participate in a Special Grade Expedition?”
He had previously heard his nephew mention Wu Xian and Underworld Club’s situation.
Not long ago, the one who defeated Xue Qingyang in the individual match was him.
He just hadn’t expected such a small club to come join this kind of commotion.
Wasn’t this purely seeking death?
As the battle grew increasingly chaotic, Su Baiqin naturally had no time to pay attention to the War Correspondent’s small airship.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Deep Sea Demon Whale finally emerged from the sea surface—a colossal behemoth nearly a kilometer long, stirring towering waves with the slightest movement.
But the Gold Scrolls from all sides on the field were no pushovers either.
“Whoa, it’s this big?”
After clearly seeing the Deep Sea Demon Whale’s size, even Wu Xian couldn’t help being startled.
A phrase naturally emerged in his mind: In the Northern Sea, there is a fish named Kun, and the Kun is so vast…
If he could get his hands on this, it would absolutely be prime material for a Gold Scroll Kun Kun.
But this thing’s Health Points were truly thick; even tanking the encirclement and suppression from the major clubs’ main teams head-on, it was only at the level of “slightly soiled hem.”
Of course, the major clubs hadn’t gone all out yet—at least the Gold Scroll【Luoshen】 hadn’t been activated.
Wu Xian wasn’t anxious either.
“Uh, you follow Zhou Yan first. This brother is going to farm some small monsters for proficiency.”
Nearby, Xue Zhengying stared fixedly at the Deep Sea Demon Whale, his gaze scanning back and forth across the sides, clearly plotting to seize an opportunity.
No helping it—ever since obtaining Dragon Lord, Xue Zhengying’s confidence had skyrocketed, rekindling his former hot-bloodedness.
After possessing the proficiency foundation actually merged from the former Sea Demon Dragon, Dragon Lord’s proficiency in Xue Zhengying’s hands had been pulled to a very high level.
To put it this way, Dragon Lord’s initial 124 Spirituality Value had been raised by him to 219 points.
Although the chance of snatching the Deep Sea Demon Whale from the major clubs’ hands wasn’t great, at least it gave him a glimmer of opportunity.
Moreover, the intense melee among the sides before his eyes also, to a certain extent, ignited his blood.
Watching Xue Zhengying summon his Gold Scroll Dragon Lord and begin farming small monsters for proficiency on the outskirts of the melee, Wu Xian was amused.
Dragon Lord’s appearance naturally drew quite a bit of attention.
After all, Dragon Lord’s prestige-filled might was still very impressive, and even at just Four-star, it couldn’t be concealed—its dazzling radiance and aura remained.
Especially after transforming into【Dragon God True Form】, it even more so shocked the players from all sides.
“What a handsome Sea Dragon! This is what the Dragon Clan should look like!”
“It’s probably not just a simple Sea Dragon.”
“Which team’s player is that? No impression.”
“Uh, seems like just Four-star, doesn’t look like he’s here for serious combat.”
“What? Just Four-star and already such astonishing ocean might?”
“Scared the hell out of me—turns out he’s just here to watch the fun.”
At the same time, Deep Sea Club had already taken the lead in activating Gold Scroll【Luoshen】, projecting a corner of Moshen Divine Realm into the sky above the sea area.
Immediately after, the other top-tier clubs followed suit.
One after another, majestic Divine Might appeared in the sky above the sea area, with projections of various Divine Realms covering the sky, like a mirage.
One by one, Gold Scrolls, empowered by Godfall Power, displayed heaven-destroying, earth-extinguishing might, launching a forceful encirclement and suppression on that Deep Sea Demon Whale.
During the encirclement and suppression, the major clubs didn’t forget to disgust and obstruct each other.
The scene was harmonious.
Meanwhile, on Bai Shiqi’s side, he was deeply attracted by Xue Zhengying’s Dragon Lord.
“That’s Wu Xian’s Ocean System Scroll Painting, right?” Bai Shiqi secretly clicked his tongue. “As expected, it’s heaven-defying as always!”
“Nephew, shouldn’t we prepare too?” Su Baiqin was raring to go.
“No rush, wait a bit longer,” Bai Shiqi smiled. “Then give everyone a big surprise.”
Su Baiqin grinned excitedly, his Godfall Mind Power in his Sea of Consciousness already restless with hunger.
Meanwhile, on the War Correspondent’s small airship, Wu Xian was also secretly keeping an eye on Bai Shiqi’s side, inwardly full of gripes at the sight of those somewhat familiar Gold Scrolls.
Good grief—two different forms of small Merman, plus a Tidecaller Siren.
So Dengfeng Dojo was playing this style after all?
