Reincarnation Of The Strongest Sword God Chapter 3952 - 1026 - Fighting the Ten Royal Powers

Elise’s declaration left everyone in a state of shock, but none were more rattled than Garuda.

Tier 7 players!

For those who had never left their specific Greater God’s Domains, the term was entirely foreign. However, players who had ventured into the expansive Hundred Race Battlefield possessed some knowledge of Tier 7 existences. Even so, the vast majority of chosen ones could never hope to interact with such beings.

Tier 7 players were considered unreachable legends. Gaining entry into a Guild that housed a Tier 7 player was a monumental task, and actually meeting one was nearly impossible.

In everyone's eyes, Shi Feng was merely a rising star of the human race. He wasn’t even deemed worthy of entering the Hundred Race Battlefield. Yet, Garuda was now being told that this very man was a Tier 7 player...

Garuda’s vision turned crimson as he watched Shi Feng execute Fist Emperor without breaking a sweat. His mind was a chaotic mess of fury, disbelief, and denial. However, despite his internal protest, a part of him knew the truth.

Once Ancestral Transformation was triggered, Fist Emperor became an entity that no Tier 6 player should be able to kill, especially not with such ease. Shi Feng hadn't used any complex maneuvers or brute force. He had simply struck with such incredible speed that Fist Emperor—even after ascending to a Tier 7 Lifeform—was unable to react.

Garuda could find no other logical explanation for this display unless Shi Feng truly was one of those legendary Tier 7 players.

...

“Dammit! How is it possible for him to be Tier 7?!”

Nearby, Daystar’s composure shattered after she targeted Shi Feng with a Peak Identification Skill.

Daystar was well-acquainted with Shi Feng’s history. She was among the first Holy Race players to clash with him. Back then, while he was certainly a formidable expert, he was far from being at the absolute pinnacle.

Now, she was faced with the reality that he had already achieved a Tier 7 promotion. It felt impossible to process.

“Tier 7?! Daystar, are you certain there isn't a mistake?!” Morning Echo whispered urgently. “Even within the three imperial powers, a new Tier 7 player hasn't emerged in a hundred years! How could an outsider with no resources or information reach Tier 7?!”

For elites like them, Tier 7 was the ultimate ambition. Yet, even the most talented members of the imperial powers faced odds worse than one-in-a-million to reach that height.

“There is no error. My Peak Identification Skill can bypass the masking effects of even Divine Artifacts,” Daystar replied, shaking her head. She gazed at Shi Feng with a look of profound complexity. “He is, without question, a genuine Tier 7 player.”

Through her experiences in the Hundred Race Battlefield, Daystar understood the sheer difficulty of this advancement. The fact that only three imperial powers existed in that battlefield was proof enough.

“What is our next move? Do we proceed with the assault on Elise and the Twilight Fortress?” Morning Echo asked, his confidence wavering after Daystar’s confirmation.

The mission from the imperial powers was vital, as it dictated their promotion to elite status. Furthermore, the Twilight Fortress held the secrets to Level 250-plus Fragmented Divine Artifact Forging Designs—items that could shift the scales of the three-race war.

“Order a full retreat,” Daystar sighed. “We cannot win against a Tier 7 player.”

“Retreat? Why would we do that?” Tyrant Claw interrupted suddenly. He glared at Shi Feng with eyes full of avarice. “He may have reached Tier 7, but it must be a recent promotion. He hasn't even updated his gear or weaponry yet. This is our window of opportunity! He reached Tier 7 without an imperial power backing him, which means he holds a massive secret! If we kill him, that secret becomes ours! Are you really going to let such a once-in-a-lifetime chance slip away?!”

Tyrant Claw’s argument gave Daystar and Morning Echo pause. They were clearly swayed by the logic.

Shi Feng was Tier 7, yes, but he wasn't just fighting them; he was facing over ten million elite experts from the Holy Race’s royal powers. With a force of that magnitude, they could potentially challenge a Primordial God, let alone a lone Tier 7 player.

“Let’s do it!” Daystar declared, her resolve hardening. “Command all royal powers to activate every Epic Siege Weapon! Do not hold back! If we kill Black Flame and seize his secret to Tier 7, the Holy Race will become the fourth imperial power in the Hundred Race Battlefield! We will rule God’s Domain!”

“I’ll alert the other powers immediately,” Morning Echo said, energized by the vision Daystar painted.

...

Back at the Twilight Fortress, the defenders were equally stunned by the speed of Fist Emperor’s demise. They never expected one of the Holy Race’s Five Absolute Chosen Ones to fall so quickly to Shi Feng.

“Guild Leader, where have you been?! How did you become this powerful?! Fist Emperor couldn't even survive a few exchanges! You’re practically more terrifying than Elise!” Hidden Soul asked, staring at Shi Feng in awe.

Lunar River nodded in agreement, observing Shi Feng as if she were seeing a complete stranger.

Fist Emperor was a sixth-floor expert wielding the Skyquake Set, making him nearly invincible. Normally, it would take a team of top-tier experts to bring him down. Yet, Shi Feng had wiped out both him and his doppelgangers with a single move. It defied belief.

“It was nothing special. I visited a Promotion Land and was fortunate enough to break through to Tier 7,” Shi Feng answered Hidden Soul’s questions honestly.

“Tier 7?” Red Frost looked at him as if he were a freak of nature.

To date, no one from the three races had reached Tier 7. To human experts, Tier 7 was nothing more than a myth. And yet, Shi Feng had actually done it.

Before the conversation could continue, ten massive shadows loomed over the Twilight Fortress. The sight of these giant machines struck terror into the hearts of everyone inside.

“You’ve got to be joking. Ten Epic Siege Weapons? How can we possibly hold out?”

The experts from various powers watched in horror as the ten colossal engines hovered in the sky.

Typically, a single Epic Siege Weapon could level a Holy City. If pushed to its limit, it could even force someone with a Divine Set to flee to avoid permanent death. A battery of ten such weapons was enough to conquer the entire Eternal Realm.

“The Holy Race is certainly committed to taking this fortress,” Shi Feng remarked, looking at the floating machines with slight surprise.

“Guild Leader Black Flame, perhaps we should withdraw?” Lunar River whispered, watching the weapons charge their energy for a devastating strike. “They don't need this much power just to take the fortress. They are concentrating all ten weapons specifically to kill you.”

“So, they think because I’m newly promoted and undergeared, I’m an easy target?” Shi Feng watched the glowing muzzles of the Epic Siege Weapons, his eyes flashing with battle intent. “I haven't had the chance to test my full strength since reaching Tier 7. You lot will make perfect practice targets!”