Heroes' Prison

Chapter 566 - 546: The Real Final Showdown

The award ceremony had thus concluded.

Of course, the Heroes’ Guild and the Martial Arts Guild had one more reward, which was a direct nomination for the Best Team Award at the next annual grand ceremony. There were one hundred spots for the nominee, but only ten for direct nomination, and they had already secured two of them.

"Next, let us invite the Martial Emperor and Martial Saint to give their speeches!" The host turned his head to look at Miyamoto Musashi and Huang Yi.

Miyamoto Musashi nodded, stepped forward, scanned the entire audience, and finally fixed his gaze on Huang Yi, saying slowly, "I actually don’t have much to say. Mr. Slaughter defeated us in the team battle, and I admire that. However, there’s one question that I’ve been unable to understand, and I want to ask Mr. Slaughter—if you’re willing to answer?"

As he spoke, he stared directly at Huang Yi, his face still wearing that faint smile. But that smile had a chilling undertone, like a viper lifting its head high, flickering its tongue, ready to bite Huang Yi at any moment.

Hearing his words, the audience also became curious, wondering what question Miyamoto Musashi wanted to ask. Many spectators even started to goad Huang Yi to hurry up and agree.

"Alright, ask your question!" Huang Yi said calmly, with no discernible emotion in his voice, as if he were engaging in a usual conversation.

Miyamoto Musashi looked directly at Huang Yi, as if he were interrogating him, "After Zhitian Shi self-destructed, he was resurrected by Meiji’s revival ability that ignored Corpse Shatter, fused with your corpse, and reached Level 213, nearly an invincible existence. But why would you rather use an Attribute Exchange Potion, a Special Energy Stone, and Skill Copying abilities, and not the instant-kill potion? Don’t you still have one bottle of instant-kill potion? I have done extensive research on S-grade potions, would you dare to let me have a look at that bottle of instant-kill potion?"

This question was like a knife thrusting fiercely into Huang Yi’s heart!

Every word from Miyamoto Musashi was sharp and deadly, cutting to the quick!

The awards evening had suddenly turned into a battlefield without gunpowder! The martial contest had ended, but now in this evening’s celebration, he launched another challenge at Huang Yi with his words!

During the individual awards ceremony, they had already competed once, with Huang Yi breaking through Level 100 first and slapping him hard in the face! Now, it was his turn to strike back!

Miyamoto Musashi began to doubt Huang Yi after the recent team battle. In that battle, even at the most critical moment, Huang Yi never used his instant-kill potion, which filled him with confusion and suspicion.

He carefully reviewed the previous match recordings, and at a glance, he spotted an issue! He was the person with the most S-grade potions in the entire world and was extremely familiar with them. After repeated observation, he vaguely sensed something off about those four bottles of instant-kill potion that Huang Yi had!

Those potions felt somewhat different to him, as if they didn’t completely match the characteristics of S-grade potions. But he couldn’t pinpoint the exact issue, after all, he was judging based on recordings of the matches and had not seen them with his own eyes.

But this suspicion, combined with Huang Yi’s performance in the team finals, was very intriguing. This evening’s event provided him with a perfect opportunity, he wanted to throw this question out in full view of a hundred billion viewers!

In this way, under the pressure of public opinion, Huang Yi would have to hand over the instant-kill potion for inspection, and then the truth would surely come out. If Huang Yi dared to refuse, the whole world would notice the inconsistency!

All at once, the spectators began whispering among themselves! It wasn’t just Miyamoto Musashi; many viewers and reporters around the world were puzzled by the same question. After Zhitian Shi used Corpse Fusion for the second time and became immensely powerful, Huang Yi could have killed her with just one bottle of instant-kill potion, which was the least costly method. Even many commentators had predicted during the live broadcast that he would definitely use the potion next—it was the logical thing to do. Yet he did not, opting for a greater sacrifice to deal with Zhitian Shi, which was indeed quite peculiar.

If it was said that Huang Yi deliberately saved the instant-kill potion to guard against Zhitian Shi’s subsequent stronger measures, that wouldn’t make sense either. Because the combination of the Attribute Exchange Potion, the Special Energy Stone, and the Skill Copying was more powerful, had lasting effects, and could handle more difficult situations. Even if Zhitian Shi revived again and used stronger measures, Huang Yi wouldn’t fear—he had an even greater trump card, far surpassing the one-time effect of the instant-kill potion!

Anyone who uses their trump cards does so from the least to the most powerful, saving the biggest one for last; there’s no reason to use it prematurely. From this perspective, Huang Yi’s actions were too abnormal, even incomprehensible!

At this moment, the gaze of all the spectators in the hall was locked on Huang Yi!

The host, Mr. Huang Huapeng the CEO of Era Corporation, the Martial Arts Guild, the Heroes’ Guild—everyone’s gaze was fixed on Huang Yi!

Miyamoto Musashi’s chilling gaze was pressing on him!

Huang Yi, at that moment, seemed to stand on the judgment seat, being judged by the entire world, stripped of all pretense to reveal the truth.

Huang Yi’s gaze remained calm as he slowly surveyed the whole arena before extending his slender finger and flipping it slightly, producing a magic bottle from his storage ring!

In that magic bottle, there was a huge drop of blood-red liquid which the people around the whole world had become all too familiar with—it was Huang Yi’s trademark potion—the instant-kill potion!

This small bottle of potion, as if it had become a peerless pearl, captured the attention of people worldwide! Miyamoto Musashi swallowed hard, his gaze fixed intently on that bottle!

At that moment, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Huang Yi slowly opened the stopper of the potion bottle and, with a flick of his wrist, tilted the opening toward the ground!

"Drip-drop!" The next moment, that huge drop of blood-red liquid poured out onto the ground, creating the sound of a water droplet hitting the surface—faint, yet resounding throughout the arena.

In an instant, there was complete silence across the arena!

Every spectator seemed to have their throats grabbed, their eyes fixed on the droplet on the ground, as if their gazes shattered along with the potion, scattering everywhere.

"Actually, this instant-kill potion of mine is fake." It was at this moment that Huang Yi’s calm voice shattered the silence, echoing in everyone’s ears!

The stunned onlookers were now stunned listeners as well!

Huang Yi had actually admitted out loud that the instant-kill potion was fake!

In that moment, Miyamoto Musashi’s mouth fell open like an idiot’s, with nothing but blankness in his mind!

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t fathom Huang Yi pulling off such a scene! In his mind, Huang Yi would either outright refuse, dodge the request with excuses, or reluctantly hand over the potion hoping for the best. However, he never anticipated that Huang Yi would brazenly admit that it was a fake potion and pour it out in front of the entire world!

Just then, one of Japan’s two leaders, Heavenly Dao, stared at Huang Yi in disbelief and exclaimed, "So, you only have three instant-kill potions, and this last one was to confuse the enemy’s intelligence!"

Huang Yi glanced at the shocked expression on Heavenly Dao’s face, then at Miyamoto Musashi’s dumbfounded look, noting that these two leaders of Japan were severely out of composure. He nodded lightly, "Yes! Indeed, I only have three instant-kill potions. However, I was extra cautious and intentionally made a fake one to mix in. Yet, it was this fake potion that made so many of your opponents wary, causing many to deviate in their tactical strategies. I’m sure you racked your brains over how to counteract my instant-kill potion when devising tactics. A mere fake potion, and yet it had you running in circles, even someone like you, Miyamoto Musashi, with so many S-grade potions, was deceived. It appears your abilities are not yet sufficient. You must work harder!"

Retaliation!

Absolute retaliation!

Huang Yi spoke carelessly, as if an elder was encouraging a junior to work hard, but his words slapped Miyamoto Musashi hard across the face!

Miyamoto Musashi, known worldwide for having the most S-grade potions, prided on this renown talent, was outwitted in his strongest area by a fake potion from Huang Yi. What a humiliation it was!

"Very well!" Finally regaining his senses, Miyamoto Musashi squeezed out the words through gritted teeth. His mouth twitched slightly, his face struggling to maintain a smile, but the smile held a twisted sense, "No wonder Chinese people love counterfeit goods, a dog can’t change its eating habits, I can understand. Mr. Slaughter, take care of yourself, we shall meet again before long. I hope you can still smile then." With that, Miyamoto Musashi waved his hand and promptly led all the members of the Martial Arts Guild to teleport out of the Second Dimension Space.

Suddenly, the stage was half-empty, leaving only Huang Yi’s Heroes’ Guild. The entire place was quiet, many still reeling in the shock, unable to recover.

Huang Yi also breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. The best way to lie was actually a mix of truth and fiction, openly admitting some falsehood to successfully draw people’s attention to cover another part of the lie.

Now, others would only think that the three instant-kill potions he had used before were all real, and only this one was fake. Thus, the fake potion he used in the match against Thunder God would not be subjected to doubt. After all, even someone as familiar with S-grade potions as Miyamoto Musashi could not determine the falsity through the footage—others were even less likely to discern it.

"Brilliant!" At this moment, from a corner of the spectator stands, a man dressed in golden armor with two broken sword hilts at his waist suddenly nodded with a smile. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Starting Point (qidian.com) to cast your Recommendation Tickets and Monthly Tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)