Chapter 510 - 493: Intense Burst
Lv Yuantian was certainly not stingy with his praise for the two. Both Ling Fei and Yang Ying had come from his Starlight Academy, and he hadn’t expected Yang Ying to be able to push Ling Fei to the point of revealing her trump card.
Starlight City, once looked down upon, had produced one spectacular match after another.
Fourth Layer: Li Tianyi of the Holy Hall versus Purple Dragon.
Just as the Cultivators had thought and speculated, the first two matches could only be explained as one case of Hu Jing’s genuine strength and another of Zhou Qian’s successful opportunism. But from here on, there would be no more such chances.
Li Tianyi was facing Purple Dragon of the Dragon Race.
Purple Dragon’s appearance immediately triggered a wave of screams. Li Tianyi, with his own cool style, was also quite popular, but he seemed to pale in comparison to a member of the Dragon Race. It couldn’t be helped; rarity makes things precious, and the same was true for people.
Purple Dragon’s handsome features and unique charm were indeed hard to resist, but this was a battlefield.
Li Tianyi didn’t waste any time. Facing a member of the Dragon Race, he was well aware of the power disparity. The Fire Heart Sword Holy Statue appeared, and Li Tianyi drew the Fire Heart Sword.
Purple Dragon’s expression turned a little serious. This was, indeed, a very strong opponent.
Sword Qi condensed into a single, magnificent strike. Li Tianyi became one with his sword as waves of fire surged toward the heavens.
Die!
Purple Dragon stood quietly. Facing the surging Sword Qi, he suddenly moved.
The moment was world-shaking.
He threw a punch.
This single punch seemed as if it would shatter space itself.
BOOM...
Li Tianyi was sent flying into the air.
Just as everyone thought Li Tianyi was about to launch a counterattack from above, he fell stiffly from the sky.
Purple Dragon slowly retracted his fist and stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
The crowd of Cultivators erupted into an uproar. Although they knew the Dragon Race was powerful, they had never imagined they would be *this* powerful.
A single punch had perfectly shattered Li Tianyi’s defenses. During the previous battles, Purple Dragon had already completely grasped the extent of Li Tianyi’s strength. Before him, there were no secrets.
Unfortunately for Li Tianyi, the Dragon Race possessed the exact talent to counter him. It wasn’t that he was too weak to put up a fight, but he had been seen through completely.
Dragon Power penetrated his body, directly sealing Li Tianyi’s Sea of Fate. Without the support of his Sea of Fate, the Holy Statue gradually faded away.
By the time Li Tianyi recovered his mobility, the match was already over. Though Purple Dragon hadn’t attacked again, enough time had passed to kill Li Tianyi more than ten times over. Even if their opponent was of the Dragon Race, humans couldn’t feign ignorance of the rules of combat.
Lv Yuantian announced the result. As he regained his mobility, Li Tianyi slammed his fist into the ground, unwilling to accept it.
It wasn’t the failure he couldn’t accept. He knew full well he had been seen through; otherwise, he would have been able to dodge that punch.
’It’s a shame I can’t advance and fight even stronger opponents. I’m still too weak. I have to become stronger!’
For the Holy Hall, the atmosphere had become somewhat grim. Two of their members had already broken into the Pure Land, but for some reason, no one could feel happy about it. A heavy pressure descended upon them, as if every Sect was targeting the Holy Hall.
If Yang Ying’s match could be considered a narrow defeat, then Li Tianyi’s was an undeniable, crushing loss.
The Sect Leaders didn’t seem to mind much, or perhaps they didn’t care at all.
Four matches had been completed. There would now be a short intermission to readjust the Dueling Platform and replace the Spirit Stones.
The Cultivators were buzzing with excitement. The first four battles provided endless topics for discussion, nearly all of them revolving around the Holy Hall. Now, the Holy Hall had become the target of public criticism. If you don’t have the skills to back it up, you really shouldn’t be so ostentatious. In truth, advancing to the Pure Land would only lead to a more brutal beating.
At the same time, they were stunned by the power of the Dragon Race. And coming up next was the Demon Race, whose members were no less powerful. Tiger King Lishan was sure to give the Holy Hall a world of hurt.
As for Tiger King Lishan, he was incredibly smug and already growing impatient. It was obvious he had no intention of letting Wang Meng off easily.
Demon Ba and the others were also getting interested. They chatted and laughed among themselves, waiting for the main event to begin. Lishan was clearly strong enough to draw out Wang Meng’s full power. If Wang Meng could even fight him to a near-draw, it would be considered an excellent performance.
It wasn’t that they were underestimating Wang Meng, but the Demon Race had sent an all-star lineup this time. The Tiger King was the inheritor of his Tiger Demon clan’s power, possessing a strength that could challenge even the Dragon Race.
The match hadn’t even started, but Lishan was already on the Dueling Platform, striking various poses. This was a habit of the Demon Race. They loved to show off their strength this way. It was similar to human boasting, yet different—it was their custom.
A taunt was a taunt. He swung his fists, making the very air around him churn.
This was terrifying power; Human Body Cultivators were as fragile as tofu before him.
But Wang Meng wasn’t the least bit anxious, because it wasn’t time yet.
The Human Cultivators, however, couldn’t wait. In fact, even the people in the VIP area were getting impatient. Both Yuu Kunlun and Yang Jian wanted to see just how far Wang Meng’s training had progressed over the past three years.
Little Chengcheng clenched her small fists. She really wanted to go up there and beat up that big oaf, or maybe poison his food.
Don’t ever underestimate Cheng Cheng. She was fully capable of doing it. Aside from the Old Ancestor, whom she didn’t dare to mess with, no one else could escape her malicious grasp.
Wang Meng entered the platform. Lishan swung his arms, displaying his power. Surprisingly, quite a few Cultivators cheered for him, egging him on.
"So you’re Wang Meng! I’ve been waiting for you! You’d better be able to withstand Grandpa Tiger’s fists!"
Lishan bared his large teeth, looking just like a fierce tiger that had found its prey.
At Lv Yuantian’s command, the battle began.
Lishan unhurriedly adjusted his stance, bending his body slightly, and then suddenly... ROOOOAAAAARRR~~~~~~~~~~~
A wild roar shot into the clouds, the sound shaking the earth for thousands of miles. For an instant, the Cultivators felt as if their very souls were being shaken out of their bodies. Some with weaker Cultivation were knocked unconscious directly by the shockwave.
Lishan excitedly stuck out his large tongue and licked his lips. ’This kid in front of me isn’t half bad. He can actually stay on his feet!’
He took a step, and the Dueling Platform rumbled, actually trembling. In his previous fights, Lishan had felt like he was just scratching an itch, unable to go all out. Before he left his home, his clan leader had ordered him to be restrained and controlled.
Wang Meng watched Lishan, his expression placid. The members of the Holy Hall knew that when Wang Meng had a normal smile, he was in a good mood. A strange smile meant he was in a bad mood. But when his face was calm, it meant an eruption was coming.
BOOM...
As he took his second step, Lishan vanished, reappearing instantly in front of Wang Meng. He threw a punch downward. The punch was like a hurricane; before his fist arrived, the sheer force of the blow was already lethal.
’...What is Wang Meng doing?’
He didn’t react at all. Lishan’s enormous fist slammed directly onto Wang Meng’s head.
Instantly, some people couldn’t bear to watch. ’Aren’t his brains going to splatter everywhere?’
’A Sword Cultivator, tired of living. How could he just zone out at a time like this?’
But the Magic Arena fell silent. The eyes of the several Sect Leaders had clearly widened.
Wang Meng hadn’t moved at all. He had completely taken Lishan’s punch.
Lishan was also stunned. He took two steps back and laughed heartily. "Kid, I didn’t realize you were so durable! In that case, I won’t hold back anymore!"
He flexed his arms, his body bulged, and a series of patterns appeared on his bare torso. This was the sign of a Demon Race member using their true power.
Covered in these patterns, Lishan was confident enough to flatten a human at the Great Perfection realm.
ROAR~~~
BOOM...
Another punch slammed into Wang Meng’s body.
Wang Meng still didn’t dodge. But that wasn’t the crucial part. The problem was that the power was so immense the entire Dueling Platform had shifted from its position, yet Wang Meng remained completely motionless, not even frowning.
All the Holy Hall Disciples clenched their fists tightly, a fire burning in their hearts.
Lishan was stunned. Not only was he stunned, but below the stage, even Purple Dragon frowned. ’...How is this possible? Even with my Dragon Race physique, I wouldn’t dare to take a hit like that head-on.’
ROAR... BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!...
As if he’d gone mad, Lishan hammered punch after punch into Wang Meng’s body. With every strike, the entire Dueling Platform trembled and space itself vibrated, but Wang Meng just stood there, as immovable as a mountain.
Every punch that landed on Wang Meng made every Cultivator’s bones ache in sympathy. How could anyone withstand that?
Lishan was truly on the verge of going insane. ’What is happening? Why won’t he die? Why won’t he move?!’
BOOM...
Lishan’s fist was stopped. By Wang Meng’s hand.
Lishan saw Wang Meng’s eyes, a gaze he would never be able to forget.
"You’re unlucky!"
Lishan’s body left the ground. It wasn’t because he wanted to, but because he couldn’t control it. An immense force poured through his entire body, shattering his own power.
’This... This is absolutely, completely impossible!’ And yet, it was happening.
’Not even the Dragon Race could do this!’
The Magic Arena was dead silent. Even the expressions of the Sect Leaders had turned grave.
Soon, Lishan understood the meaning of those words.
Wang Meng’s right hand suddenly punched out. To outsiders, it looked as if he hadn’t moved at all. But Lishan, who was right in front of him, saw only light.
The next moment, his body was no longer his own.
WHOOSH...
Lishan was gone.
’How did this happen???’
Wang Meng was still standing there. After a few breaths, a swallow dropped from the sky.
Only then did the Cultivators look up to the sky, where there seemed to be a dot in the far distance.
After another moment, that dot gradually grew larger, and larger, and larger...
CRASH...
Lishan’s entire body was embedded in the Dueling Platform.
Right at Wang Meng’s feet.
Everyone stared at Wang Meng—be they human, Dragon Race, or anything else. They were all stunned by his tyrannical power.
Those who had questioned, doubted, held onto false hope, and waited with all sorts of expectations to see Wang Meng and the others fail were all dumbfounded. Was this luck?
Wang Meng had finally made his move. And with his first move, he had annihilated the Tiger King with a single punch.
Lv Yuantian was also stunned for a moment before announcing the result, because he couldn’t comprehend what he had just seen either.
Silence. There were only the heavy gasps of the excited Holy Hall Disciples. They seemed to be witnessing a return to their former glory—the miracle who had once stood in Dao Guang Hall and overturned everything.
This moment, and the moments to come, would play out across the Star Alliance.
In the vast Magic Arena, the countless Cultivators from the various Small Thousand Realms could only remain silent. Such overwhelming strength was beyond comment.
Power. This was the power of the Holy Hall!
This was Wang Meng.
Annihilation!
It was obvious that everyone present—be it their main rivals from the Dragon Race, the Human Cultivators, or the Sect Leaders from various Sects who had come specifically to spectate—felt a new kind of pressure.
That’s right. This included top-tier experts like Ji Guang and Demon Ba. Perhaps it was only at this moment that they finally understood why Mingren and Lin Jinghao were so concerned with this young man. It was because they were the same type of person, and Wang Meng’s body contained an immeasurable power.
Before, he was merely a possibility. Now, that possibility had come to fruition. What could possibly stop him now? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)