All Chapters of Legend of Oasis : A tale of magic and mystery: Chapter 451
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Chapter 449: Rain of a Thousand Petals-Fragile flower.
In the second group, it was as if every other battlefield lost their meaning.The roar of the crowd echoed mostly from one direction — all eyes were fixed on the platform where Nova Sparrow stood.Before her was a man slightly older, his presence calm yet seasoned.His armor gleamed under the sunlight, polished and well-crafted, a mark of someone who had seen both battle and coin.His stance was steady, composed — unmistakably that of a mercenary.The long one-handed sword resting on his waist was plain but carried the aura of experience, and his gaze never once left Nova.Nova, on the other hand, stood silently, unshaken by the deafening cheers around her.Her long hair swayed faintly in the wind, her light robe fluttering like gentle waves of silk.The thin breeze carried a faint fragrance as the fabric outlined the curves of her body, drawing the attention of every onlooker.Whispers spread through the stands — admiration, envy, and for some, shameless desire.A few men even leaned
Chapter 450: Mountain of the Tournament.
The fight for the second group ended, and group after group took the stage.Some matches were short, resolved in a flurry of movement and techniques, while others dragged on longer, some bloody and fierce,yet the crowd never wavered — their cheers and applause cascading through the sanctuary like waves.The sun slowly dipped toward the horizon, painting the marble and crystal of the Grand Sanctuary of Greatness in golden hues, signaling the end of the first round.Finally, the last group of sixteen participants, the final sixteen out of the original 256, ascended the stage.They moved with confidence, standing before their opponents on one of the eight battlefields.Among them, Iren Booker smirked with a predatory edge, his eyes scanning for weakness.In another field, Antonov Gallado stood poised, his aura calm and disciplined.And across yet another battlefield, Elanor Bal held herself like a poised statue of grace and lethal potential.A hush fell across the sanctuary — a tense si
Chapter 451: The Stillness and the Blur.
Daku among the stands.“Mmmh… I can tell all the way from here that this person is dangerous. Lukan Maser, huh,” Daku thought as his eyes sharpened, watching the battlefield where Lukan stood.“He gives the same vibe as the Young Master,” Daku mused quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.“Fascinating… we’re going to watch something interesting, after all.I’ve never seen even half of Young Master Oasis’s true strength—perhaps this Lukan will be the one to push him to that point.”At the same time, within the battlefield where Lukan stood, the atmosphere was taut with invisible pressure.Lukan was composed like a sculpted figure of calm.His azure robe shimmered faintly, made of high-grade fabric that glowed under the waning sunlight—each thread inscribed with runic patterns of protection and flow.His dark hair was tied neatly back, not a strand out of place, and his posture exuded refined discipline.His eyes glimmered with vitality, deep and tranquil like the surface of a still
Chapter 452: Five Hours to Midnight.
Those who were focused on the battlefield between Lukan Maser and Iguana had their mouths agape — silent, frozen, and utterly unable to comprehend what had just unfolded.The echoes of Iguana’s screams still resounded through the Grand Sanctuary, high-pitched and raw, scraping against the silence that followed the clash.His voice tore through the tension like a knife, and for a brief moment, the air itself seemed to tremble.All across the stands, the expressions were the same — widened eyes, clenched jaws, disbelief.Even those who had been mid-cheer found their voices dying in their throats. It was as if the entire audience had been slapped by something invisible.Two of the guards stationed near each of the eight battlefields immediately rushed toward the scene, their armor clattering against the floor.The moment the protective barrier surrounding Lukan’s battlefield shimmered and dissipated, they darted inside, surrounding the fallen Iguana, whose body convulsed in agony.He scr
Chapter 453: Midnight bells.
Two hours before midnight.Far away from Florentis City, deep within the emerald wilderness of the Phantom Petal Region, the wind howled softly through a range of towering cliffs draped in lush greenery.Waterfalls cascaded down the sides, their silver streams glinting faintly beneath the pale moonlight.Atop one of these cliffs stood the Oblivion Orchid Sect, its sprawling compound veiled in mist and surrounded by ancient orchids that shimmered faintly with energy.The atmosphere was tranquil — serene even — but within the Sect Leader’s quarters, the calm of the night was broken by a heated conversation.Inside, under the dim glow of violet lanterns, voices clashed like hidden blades.“Father, why did you let Lukan go to Florentis City alone?”The voice belonged to a tall man with silver eyes and long, dark-blue hair that cascaded down his shoulders — Lukas Maser, elder son of the Sect Leader.His tone was firm but edged with frustration. “It’s far from here, and that city is crawlin
Chapter 454: Additional prizes.
The bells that resonated everywhere signifying midnight continued to echo through the vast dome of the Grand Sanctuary of Greatness.Their deep, metallic hum rolled like thunder across the night, reverberating through the marble walls and crystal arches, stirring the hearts of all present.One after another, the remaining 128 participants emerged from their resting quarters within the sanctuary—each figure cloaked in focus, determination, and a faint shimmer of aura.The waiting area once again buzzed with life, filled with low murmurs and the subtle pulse of mana.The enormous enchanted panels above flickered to life,first displaying the names of the competitors for the second round then shifted to the battlefieds.Without wasting time, the first sixteen participants—the first group of the second round—stepped forward toward their respective arenas.Boots struck the tiled floor in rhythm, echoing beneath the grand arches as the crowd stirred.Among this group was Lukan Maser, his cal
Chapter 455: Not Bound by Prizes.
The night sky above the Grand Sanctuary shimmered faintly under the glow of the moon.The crowd, still echoing from Amon Pecunia’s thunderous announcement, sat in stunned disbelief.Amon Pecunia’s words were not just simple words—especially to those who had attended the auction.The moment his voice echoed through the sanctuary, realization struck the seasoned powerhouses like a thunderclap.Every merchant, noble, and cultivator who had witnessed that legendary auction understood what his declaration truly meant.From his words, it was clear: Amon still possessed two more Saint-grade artifacts personally crafted by Master Deyton Juda.The very name sent ripples through the air.Those who knew of Deyton’s works knew they were more than mere treasures—they were relics of history, infused with the essence of divinity and mastery beyond comprehension.To say one possessed even a single artifact forged by his hands was to announce power on par with powerhouses.And yet, here was Amon Pecun
Chapter 456: The Predator’s Stillness.
Lukan arrived at the waiting area after a match he hadn’t even lifted a finger in—a perfunctory Victory.Yet—Oasis’s gaze was on Lukan from the moment Lukan left the Battlefield till he enter the waiting area, and Lukan felt it like a faint pressure at the back of his neck.The waiting chamber was a study in contrasts.Lantern light spilled across polished floor, throwing long shadows that trembled with the faint ripples of energy.A low murmur threaded through the space: amusement at Keyf’s humiliating exit, sharp commentary about the battles still raging below, and the nervous breathing of those who would soon step into the battlefield.A few disciples leaned against the carved balustrade, eyes glued to the glass panels flickering overhead, while others paced like caged beasts.The air tasted of metal and incense, and every footstep sounded unnaturally loud beneath the hum of a thousand expectant hearts.Oasis’s gaze remained fixed.It was not crude or rude; it held the clinical sti
Chapter 457: Bearing of a Sage.
“Huh?” Daku muttered, turning his head to the side. “Venak?”“Ain’t you supposed to be cultivating?” Daku asked curiously, one brow raised.“Yeah, but I’m done for now,” Venak replied, his tone calm but serious. “This place isn’t serene for cultivation.We’re in a foreign land — no matter how much I try to focus, the thought of what if something happens doesn’t leave my mind.It’s better to cultivate somewhere where safety is within our own hands.I understand that few can mess with us while the Young Master is around, but… you never know.Anything can happen in this world of cultivation.”Daku nodded slowly, understanding the reasoning behind Venak’s unease.“Ohh, I see.” He looked back toward the battlefield below, the echoing clashes and swirling dust painting the air with tension.Then his gaze towards Oasis's duel specifically.“What did you say about the Young Master killing that person?”Venak’s gaze sharpened as he looked at the arena.“That person released so much killing int
Chapter 458: You really want to risk that?
Now everyone present was forced to their feet. For a few breathless heartbeats, the sanctuary held a silence so heavy it pressed on the chest—every other clash stilled as if the world itself had paused. The sound of the barrier shuttering and the reverberation of Oasis’s magic had rolled through the vast hall like a cannon blast; its echo braided through every corridor and gallery until even distant duels seemed to lose their voice.The only sound that cut the hush now was the soft, certain rhythm of Oasis’s footsteps as he walked back toward the waiting area. Each step was a deliberate punctuation, the soles of his boots whispering over polished stone while a thousand eyes followed him. Even the guards who stood by the battlefield— veterans who had seen steel sever bone and spirit tested—stood slack-jawed, their grips loosening on the talisman which they are now on the tips of their fingers. Their usual iron composure had been stripped away by what they’d just witnessed; they