Chapter 802: Misha Takes the Stage
"Ling Zhan, you finally decided to show up!"
Seeing that the long-awaited main character had finally arrived, the surrounding challengers couldn't hold back their shouts.
Dozens of battle-hungry gazes locked onto Ling Zhan.
This is the guy…
The one who had dominated every forum and news outlet across the Sacred Continent in recent days!
In the past, it was always these prodigies who occupied the headlines.
But now, a once-nameless non-specialist had taken over their spotlight.
The most infuriating part…
Netizens everywhere were constantly comparing them to this non-specialist!
Many even claimed that Ling Zhan could absolutely crush the entire younger generation of the Sacred Continent!
How could they stand for this!?
Especially these proud and arrogant prodigies.
When a newcomer appeared and stole their limelight, they naturally had to issue a challenge.
Truthfully…
If they were being honest,
they all saw this as a huge opportunity to make a name for themselves!
If they could defeat this guy named Ling Zhan,
their names would instantly spread across the entire Sacred Continent!
Why?
Because this guy had defeated a level 190 peak Martial God!
The legendary Merfolk Emperor had fallen at the hands of this non-specialist!
Even though everyone suspected he had used some kind of powerful item to win,
it didn't change the fact that his name had exploded in popularity!
And if they could defeat him…
What would that mean?
It would mean that even at their current level, they could still surpass the Merfolk Emperor!
The temptation was simply too great.
Whether the logic behind this claim was flawed or not didn't matter.
As long as they beat Ling Zhan, they would become famous!
Hearing his name shouted by so many people, Ling Zhan ended his conversation with his contracted divine beasts.
He turned to face the challengers.
His expression remained as calm as ever.
Even when facing dozens of well-known prodigies of the Sacred Continent, there wasn't a hint of tension on his face!
What a joke!
Even when he faced the Merfolk Emperor, his heart didn't waver.
How could a bunch of nobodies possibly faze him?
Ling Zhan wasn't one for unnecessary chatter.
With a light tap of his foot, he instantly leaped onto the arena.
Then, raising a hand, he curled his fingers slightly.
"Come."
"One-on-one or all at once, I don't care."
His tone was calm.
But his words were incomparably domineering!
All of them at once?
He didn't mind!
"Hmph! I'll go first!"
A thin and somewhat shifty-looking young man raised his hand.
Just as he was about to jump onto the stage…
BAM!!
Out of nowhere, he was kicked in the back!
Stumbling forward, his face twisted with anger as he turned around.
But the moment he saw who had kicked him, his expression froze.
In an instant, the fury on his face vanished, replaced by an ingratiating smile.
"Oh, it's Lady Misha! Hehe…"
The one who kicked him wasn't Misha herself.
It was Misha's contracted spirit.
Misha was the level 172 Spirit Sovereign.
Spirit Sovereign was the fourth-tier advancement of the Summoner class.
The one who had kicked the shifty young man was one of Misha's summoned beings—
The Supreme Spirit General of the Kingdom.
An SS-rank contracted spirit.
Clad in gleaming white armor, carrying a massive greatsword radiating holy light,
its helmet completely concealed its head, leaving only a pair of crimson eyes visible through the visor, staring ahead with unwavering calm.
The Supreme Spirit General took the lead, clearing the way for Misha.
"Today, let me personally test the strength of this non-specialist to see if he's really as incredible as the internet claims!"
Under the protection of the Supreme Spirit General,
Misha gracefully walked onto the arena.
A golden emblem was pinned to her chest.
This emblem signified that she was a legendary Gold-Tier Student.
As mentioned before,
students at Asal Academy were ranked based on their strength and level.
The lowest rank was White-Tier Student.
Then came Blue-Tier, Purple-Tier, and Gold-Tier.
Each tier was further divided into nine levels.
Misha was a Seven-Star Gold-Tier Student.
Just two ranks below Vice Commanders Yamashita Kazami and Qu Changfeng.
Yet, she ranked two levels above Lucia.
This emblem alone proved that her strength was no joke.
"Misha's strength is no joke. I heard she has fifty SS-rank contracted spirits!"
"What!? That many!? That's insane!"
"Of course! Most veteran Spirit Sovereigns at this level don't even have half as many SS-rank spirits as she does!"
"That's what happens when you're born into a wealthy noble family!"
"I heard that many of her SS-rank spirits were passed down through generations of her family. Some of them are thousands of years old and incredibly powerful."
"A few of them even used to belong to Misha's grandfather!"
"If that's true, then her chances of winning are really high…"
The spectators in Asal's Sacred City were all professionals.
And living in a top-tier metropolis often came with an ugly trait—a superiority complex.
People here believed that because they lived in such an elite city,
they were inherently better than outsiders.
Especially those from small, rural areas.
In other cities across the Sacred Continent, people who heard about Ling Zhan defeating the Merfolk Emperor were mostly praising him.
But here in Sacred City?
As the central hub of the Sacred Continent,
it gathered the greatest number of prodigious professionals.
And when these people heard the news about Ling Zhan,
their first reaction was: "This has to be exaggerated."
Their second reaction was: "There's no way some outsider, a non-specialist who has only been in the Sacred Continent for three months, could possibly defeat the Merfolk Emperor!"
They were skeptical, refusing to believe the rumors.
But when multiple major media outlets confirmed the event,
their attitude completely changed.
Their skepticism turned into raging battle intent.
"I'm going to challenge Ling Zhan! I'm going to expose this fraud!"
To them, this outsider—some nobody from an unknown place—could never compare to the prodigies of Sacred City!
This was why so many people didn't believe in Ling Zhan.
But to Ling Zhan, none of this mattered.
Honestly…
He actually preferred if they all came at him at once.
That way, he wouldn't have to waste time.
But since they wanted to play along, he might as well treat this as a warm-up fight.
"Go ahead."
Ling Zhan extended a hand like a gentleman, signaling for her to make the first move.
The referee blew the whistle—signaling the five-second countdown!
A cold smirk appeared on Misha's delicate face.
Without hesitation, she swung her staff.
Summoning circles flared to life around her!