The Art of Chaotic Divinity

"If you refuse to concede, then let's begin! Tyrant Dragon Fist!"

A faint crimson glow swirled around Gongsun Long's body as the Tyrant Dragon Fist burst forth with explosive force.

As fellow disciples of the Wulei Sacred Land, Gongsun Long naturally possessed mastery over this fist art. Compared to Ye Changge, his fist art carried even greater destructive force and weight, while simultaneously infused with the power of thunder.

The Thunder Dragon roared as the void trembled violently. Gongsun Long truly deserved his reputation as an expert far surpassing Ye Changge. The moment he attacked, he unleashed an overwhelming might that seemed capable of crushing heaven and earth itself.

Within the preparation area, Gu Changfeng's eyelids twitched slightly. He belonged to the same tier of experts as Gongsun Long. Could Yu Linglong's tiny frame really withstand such an attack?

Tuoba Yan's heart also tightened. Although she was not especially close to Yu Linglong, she still could not bear to see such a delicate little girl injured beneath Gongsun Long's iron fist.

On the arena stage.

The moment Yu Linglong saw Gongsun Long charging toward her, terror immediately filled her face. She cried out loudly, "Don't come over here! Don't come over!"

Gongsun Long looked utterly baffled. Was this really the top ten competition? Why did it feel like he was bullying a little girl?

However, the instant Yu Linglong subconsciously threw a punch, he finally understood just how terrifying this seemingly harmless little girl truly was.

"Ah! If you keep coming closer, I'm going to hit you!"

A trace of displeasure flashed across Yu Linglong's adorably innocent face. She casually threw out a punch that collided directly with Gongsun Long's Tyrant Dragon Fist.

Boom boom boom!

The shockwaves from the collision erupted wildly outward, filling the arena with dense clouds of dust and smoke.

Bang!

A figure was blasted out from within the smoke. Everyone focused their eyes and instantly revealed expressions as though they had seen a ghost.

The one who had been sent flying was actually Gongsun Long!

Gongsun Long looked utterly miserable. His entire right arm trembled violently as blood dripped steadily from his fingertips.

As for Yu Linglong, once the smoke dispersed, she remained standing calmly in place without a single injury.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Yu Linglong's strength was simply far too monstrous!

Within the camp of the Yunluo Sacred Land, Yue Huaqing lightly pursed her lips and slowly said, "That is the little girl's true strength. I fought her once before. Her power is extremely strange. It seems capable of reflecting every bit of force used against her back at the attacker without any loss whatsoever. So although it looked like she punched Gongsun Long flying away just now, in reality, Gongsun Long blasted himself backward."

"There is actually such a bizarre physique in this world?"

Li Yanluo's eyelids twitched slightly. He stared intently at Yu Linglong, who stood upon the supreme elder stage, and fell into deep thought. Clearly, he was already considering how he would deal with her if he encountered her himself.

On the arena stage.

Gongsun Long stared at Yu Linglong with an uncertain expression. His entire right arm, no, more accurately, the entire right side of his body, had almost fallen completely numb.

The punch he threw earlier had not only rebounded back at him in full, it had also contained Yu Linglong's own terrifying monstrous strength.

That terrifying force had nearly shattered every tendon and meridian in his right arm. Had he not come from the Wulei Sacred Land and spent years tempering his body with thunder power, an ordinary cultivator's arm would likely have exploded into bloody paste.

Filled with unwillingness, Gongsun Long clenched his teeth and finally declared in a deep voice, "I concede!"

There was no point continuing the fight. Conceding early and recovering his injuries was the wiser choice.

"Ah? You surrendered? Why?"

Yu Linglong first revealed a stunned expression, then happily patted her chest and giggled, "Great! I won again!"

Gongsun Long felt utterly depressed. He originally wanted a victorious opening match, only to run straight into a monster.

Below the stage, Gu Changfeng stared blankly in shock. Even if he faced Gongsun Long himself, he would still need considerable effort to defeat him. Yet Yu Linglong had won with nothing more than a casual punch.

Although he had long heard rumors regarding Yu Linglong, witnessing it personally left his soul shaken by that boundless monstrous strength.

This little junior sister truly was a tiny monster!

"So she's actually this strong!"

Tuoba Yan gazed blankly at Yu Linglong's petite figure. She had followed Saint Lady Hui Yue in bitter cultivation for an entire year and believed her strength had increased tremendously. Yet if she truly faced Yu Linglong, could she defeat her?

Probably not.

A trace of battle intent flashed through Ao Jue's eyes. An opponent like Yu Linglong excited him greatly.

Ye Ting remained cold and expressionless, though a trace of seriousness appeared in his eyes when he glanced toward Yu Linglong.

Shi Haoxuan examined Yu Linglong briefly before slowly closing his eyes once more. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Not bad."

As Gongsun Long admitted defeat, part of the Fortune Dragon behind him was absorbed by Yu Linglong. The two stepped down from the stage and returned to the preparation area to rest.

Unlike the earlier rounds, every match in the top ten competition was followed by roughly half an hour of rest time, allowing the contestants to recover and regulate their condition.

Half an hour later, once the rest period ended and Gongsun Long had fully recovered, the puppet referee quickly announced the second battle.

"The second match, Gongsun Long versus Ao Jue!"

Hearing this, Gongsun Long immediately revealed a bitter smile.

His luck was truly terrible.

Ao Jue was also a veteran participant from ten years ago. Back then, Ao Jue had already achieved third place, while Gongsun Long had only ranked sixth.

The gap between them had already been enormous ten years ago. After another decade, that gap had only grown wider.

Ao Jue had already surpassed Li Yanluo and become the number one genius expert of the Yunluo Sacred Land. Together with Shi Haoxuan and Ye Ting, he stood among the three great prodigies.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The two figures simultaneously leaped onto the stage.

Ao Jue's overwhelming strength completely erased any desire Gongsun Long had to truly fight him. With a bitter laugh, he said, "Hehe, Brother Ao Jue, I didn't expect to meet you this quickly. Looks like I can only surrender."

"Since we have met, treat it as a sparring session."

Ao Jue stood with his hands behind his back. Gongsun Long's strength did not truly interest him, though he was still sufficient for warming up.

Gongsun Long nodded and said solemnly, "Then I ask Brother Ao Jue for guidance."

When facing a true expert, Gongsun Long lowered his posture considerably.

Ever since the aura confrontation atop Jue Tian Peak, Gongsun Long had realized that Ao Jue had already reached a level far beyond his own.

However, if he could identify his own shortcomings through battle, that would still be beneficial.

Sparring against an expert like Ao Jue would inevitably allow him to absorb some combat experience. Such experience would greatly benefit his future improvement.

"Very well."

Ao Jue nodded. Although they were not from the same sect, for geniuses who pursued ever higher martial paths, sectarian boundaries mattered far less.