In the Combat Cultivation Hall.
Recently, the Titan supervisor was slightly bored. He had finally taken a fancy to a pupil, but in less than half a year, this pupil had been poached by the Pill Refinery Hall. If this was a normal Pill Refinery Hall selection, the Titan supervisor reckoned that it would not be difficult for him to take out some trump cards to entice a small pupil to stay. However, Elder Yimo had directly spoken, and he did not even have the chance to abduct a child. This made the Titan supervisor very worried … This Wang Zhong was clearly someone who fought without restraint. Why did he run off to refine pills with those old pedants?
Boring, too boring!
The Titan supervisor, Tsargesimon, had taken half a month's vacation in one go. He had gone out to the Heavenly Gates and wandered around the Land. Then, when he returned today, he planned to give everyone some excitement.
"The Combat Cultivation Hall challenge does not have any restrictions. There is a reward of 50 points. Regardless of who wins or loses in the most exciting battle, both parties will obtain this reward."
This news had been sent to everyone in advance through messengers. As a result, the Combat Cultivation Hall pupils, who had been idle for half a month, instantly became lively.
The supervisor was going to stir up trouble again! 50 points. Now, half of the first year as a pupil had passed. In another half a year, the points would be converted, and those who had fewer points would be eliminated. There were very few Combat Cultivation Hall classes, and there were not many opportunities to earn points. However, they often arranged for pupils to be beaten up, and many points were deducted. Thus, they had thrown out 50 points in one go. Furthermore, the most important thing was the condition for this reward. Regardless of whether they won or lost … In other words, the supervisor just wanted to watch a good show. Furthermore, everyone had more or less figured out the supervisor's appetite. Speaking of how high the technical standards of the Combat Cultivation Hall pupils were, even bone goblin Pavaro and the others, who were the best, would not be able to enter the supervisor's eyes. He wanted to see blood and violence … In other words, the supervisor's so-called excitement was to be bloody and ruthless enough!
Only the heavens knew how crazy those fellows who lacked points would be this time. A large number of people would probably be badly battered and lose limbs.
Some people who did not lack points were worried about this. They did not want to fight this kind of crazy battle, but they could not reject others challenging them. For those who lacked points, from the moment they received the news, their eyes had already turned green. They were just waiting to see blood.
A large group of people had gathered in the Combat Cultivation Hall a long time ago.
Gorst was surrounded by a few of his fellow disciples. Although they kept on sucking up to him, Gorst's face was gloomy, and there was no sign of a smile on his face.
He was rather unhappy during this period of time.
On the contrary, he had been promoted to the Pill Refinery Hall. Not only that, his cousin Battier's future had been ruined … This matter caused a huge uproar in the Ghost race. Being expelled by the Heavenly Gates was something that the Ghost race had not encountered in many years. Furthermore, the one who was expelled was one of the strongest geniuses in the Ghost race. He was ranked in the top 10 in the Pill Refinery Hall in the Heavenly Gates and was known as one of the future pillars of the Ghost race. Furthermore, all of this was because of a mere Earthling …
The Ghost race elder was furious. After a thorough investigation, he was the one who had provoked Wang Zhong in the first place. He was also the main reason why Battier had stirred up trouble. How could he continue to hide? It was fortunate that he had contacted the underground world in private and did not let the Ghost race know. If not, if they knew that he had acted so recklessly in the Heavenly Gates, the elder would have skinned him alive.
Even so, Gorst's days were extremely difficult. There were all sorts of rumors in the race, and he was almost held accountable. Luckily, his family had a certain background in the Ghost race. Furthermore, he was a direct descendant of the Ghost race. He was the only one left in the Heavenly Gates and had to rely on him to maintain his reputation. Only then did the higher-ups' accountability settle.
However, there was no doubt that there would definitely be many people in the race who were dissatisfied with him in the future. It would definitely be impossible for him to be as glorious as before.
One careless move, and he would lose everything. Gorst had this feeling now. That despicable Earthling … Now that he had gone to the Pill Refinery Hall, it would be even more difficult to find him for revenge.
Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly heard a commotion beside him.
"Who is that?"
Strange buzzing sounds suddenly sounded around him, causing a small commotion.
Gorst sensed something and looked towards the source of the sound. He saw that Wang Zhong had appeared among the Combat Cultivation Hall pupils. Gorst was slightly dumbfounded. He was not the only one. In reality, nine out of ten people in the entire Combat Cultivation Hall were extremely surprised.
The Combat Cultivation Hall's classes did not prohibit anyone from attending, and the Weapon Refinery Hall and the Pill Refinery Hall could come as they pleased. However, even if they came, most of them just watched from the side. To those fellows whose main job was to refine weapons and refine pills, these small fights in the Combat Cultivation Hall were just for fun. This did not mean that they did not fight, but the level and methods of combat were very different. To put it bluntly, the Combat Cultivation Hall was still at the stage of physical combat. Meanwhile, the Weapon Refinery Hall was more proficient in using weapons, while the Pill Refinery Hall was more proficient in controlling techniques and suppressing one's realm.
"Damn, why is this fellow here?"
"Didn't he go to the Pill Refinery Hall? Why is he still participating in our Combat Cultivation Hall's classes? "
"Is he so bored that he has nothing to do?"
There were discussions all around them. They could not understand. Usually, only Combat Cultivation Hall pupils would participate in Pill Refinery Hall classes. However, they had never heard of any pill refinery pupils putting down their pride and running to the Combat Cultivation Hall to fight and kill.
"Ahem!" The Titan supervisor's voice broke the buzzing noise around them.
He looked at Wang Zhong, who was standing among the Combat Cultivation Hall pupils, and there was an obvious smile on his face. When he had sent out the combat notice to the Combat Cultivation Hall pupils yesterday, he had also sent Wang Zhong a copy.
As expected, he did not disappoint him. He knew that this fellow would come!
Although entering the Pill Refinery Hall was a form of improvement and a step forward, as the supervisor of the Combat Cultivation Hall, the Titan supervisor understood too well that there was a type of person in this world who was naturally fond of fighting. To them, fighting was not a method, but a form of enjoyment, a pleasure that could not be removed from their blood.
This fellow might be able to reject the Combat Cultivation Hall classes. After all, the elementary Combat Cultivation Hall only taught some simple uses of spiritual power. This was not attractive to the Earthling, but he could not reject the battles in the Combat Cultivation Hall. An ambitious person who loved to fight would not let go of any opportunity to fight.
The Titan supervisor was in a good mood. He had always been the type to write his emotions on his face. At that moment, the reclining chair and immortal grass tea had been prepared. The Titan supervisor lay down comfortably and casually threw out a boundary cloth. "You all know the rules. If you have a grudge, you will take revenge. If you have a grudge, you will take revenge. Choose your opponent well. Those who are being challenged cannot refuse.
Let's begin! "The Titan supervisor gave an order, and pupils from the Combat Cultivation Hall immediately stood up and started to challenge. To them, this was a rare opportunity to earn points.
"Pavaro!" There was an explosive shout, and a Titan stood up. "I challenge you!"
Kampbell was a Titan from the Combat Cultivation Hall. His body was neither gold nor silver, and he only had ordinary black skin. He was not the famous gold Titan, nor was he the mainstay silver Titan. Instead, he was a rather unusual and rare gray Titan. Some people called him the Iron Titan and were known as the stupidest Titan. Not many people were willing to provoke him anywhere.
The stupidest Titan was stubborn. He could have challenged anyone, but he chose Pavaro, who was currently ranked number one in the Combat Cultivation Hall.
Pavaro smiled. Some time ago, the limelight of the Combat Cultivation Hall had been snatched away by that Earthling, Wang Zhong. Pavaro was very interested in Wang Zhong, but he did not expect him to enter the Pill Refinery Hall so quickly … However, this did not mean that the Combat Cultivation Hall had lost its meaning from then on. This was a brand new beginning. Perhaps without that Earthling, who was full of surprises, the future Combat Cultivation Hall would be like what the previous Combat Cultivation Halls should be like.
At that moment, he took a step forward and gladly accepted the challenge.
The supervisor waved his hand, and the two of them were teleported into the boundary cloth. One was the number one in the Combat Cultivation Hall, while the other was the Iron Titan, who was known as the most stubborn and reckless. He was born with divine power and had thick skin. Not only was his cultivation speed extremely fast, but due to his powerful physical body, the spiritual power capacity of his Void Core far exceeded that of ordinary people. His peak spiritual power was 30 to 50% higher than that of other races.
The Iron Titan fought head-on the moment he appeared. Even though he had not used his true form, his peak spiritual power had instantly increased to around 350,000. What was even more terrifying was that he had such a massive body, but his movements were extremely agile and nimble. His combat instincts and awareness were excellent, and he was like a vigorous and massive leopard that was filled with explosive power and speed.
Even someone as powerful as Pavaro was faintly suppressed the moment they started fighting. The bone spikes that extended from his hand were like sharp swords, and he had truly become one with his sword. Even to an expert like Wang Zhong, who had entered the path of swordsmanship, he was rather skilled, and it was difficult for him to predict the direction of his sword attacks. However, any attack that targeted the Titan's vital points would be nimbly avoided by the Iron Titan, and he would forcefully resist some unimportant attacks. Kampbell's skin was covered in spiritual power, and there was a layer of dazzling bronze on his skin. His defense was terrifying, and he forcefully resisted Pavaro's extremely sharp bone sword. However, he only managed to stab seven or eight inches in before he was tightly clamped by Pavaro's powerful muscles. Not to mention dealing a large amount of damage, it was even difficult for Pavaro to pull his sword out. On the other hand, Pavaro was forced into close combat, causing him to be unable to attend to one thing and lose sight of the other.
His position as the number one in the Combat Cultivation Hall was being challenged, and he was being suppressed the moment he appeared. Many people in the Combat Cultivation Hall, who had been attracted by Wang Zhong, were now attracted by the battle in the boundary cloth. All of them watched without blinking.
The only person who was not in the mood to watch the battle was probably Gorst.
The Ghost race did not only know how to scheme and scheme. As half-soul bodies, the Ghost race also had an extremely powerful sixth sense. They were rather sensitive and accurate when it came to danger and disasters.
At that moment, Gorst had a premonition of danger. Furthermore, it was an extraordinary level of danger, and the source of this danger …
Gorst could not help but look at Wang Zhong, who had clearly become a Pill Refinery Hall disciple. It was hard to imagine that a pupil who had already entered the Pill Refinery Hall would actually come and participate in a Combat Cultivation Hall lesson. Furthermore, he was not listening but participating directly. Furthermore, he had chosen the day of the Challenge Competition … Could it be that this little fellow already knew something? Recently, the Ghost race had been rather chaotic internally because of Battier. Many things might have unintentionally leaked out.
"Xiao Ba," he called out in a low voice.
A dark bat silently appeared in his palm. It was his messenger that lived in the darkness. Perhaps the combat power of the Netherworld Bat was not very strong, but its concealment ability, flying ability, and detection ability were definitely among the best among the messengers in the Land.
"…" He instructed the messenger in a low voice. In just three to five seconds, the messenger understood and flapped its wings. It did not seem to be very fast, but when it left Gorst's palm, it simply disappeared without a trace.
Heh …
Gorst seemed to be much more at ease, and a smile finally appeared on his face. He could not help but turn his head and glance at Wang Zhong again. However, he happened to see Wang Zhong's smiling eyes openly looking at him.
Their eyes met, and Gorst was slightly shocked. He subconsciously wanted to shift his gaze away, but he had no reason to be afraid of Wang Zhong! This damned Earthling … Just where did he get so much confidence from?
Gorst calmed himself down and coldly focused his gaze without moving. However, he saw Wang Zhong laugh at him and even nod his head as a greeting. He looked very friendly.
… However, this expression obviously made Gorst feel disgusted.
At that moment, the battle in the cloth was nearing its end, and the two of them had revealed their true forms.
The Titan's true form did not seem to have changed much from before. It was just that his size had increased by about one-third, and there was a massive lightning mark on his forehead. The Titans were also known as the Lightning Race. The lightning birthmark on their foreheads was the symbol of a purebred Titan.
Meanwhile, bone goblin Pavaro's true form had undergone a much greater change. The elegant young master had turned into a complete skeleton. His bones should have been pure white, but at that moment, they were faintly black. It was obvious that ever since Pavaro had mysteriously turned black, he had not been able to completely recover. After revealing his true form, the peak of his spiritual power was even higher. Furthermore, he could extend his bone spikes at will. Every bone in his body was like his weapon and could extend sharp bone spikes. One could not imagine the feeling of having a bone spike suddenly extend from his arm and pierce one's vitals after one had clearly dodged his attack. This kind of attack was simply impossible to defend against. However, Kampbell's defense was heaven-defying. In particular, after revealing his true form, he had forcefully resisted the attacks!
As expected of an existence who dared to challenge the number one in the Combat Cultivation Hall. Kampbell's strength had shocked everyone. He had suppressed Pavaro from the beginning to the end and relied on the powerful defense of the Titan's physical body and stamina that seemed to never tire. The battle had lasted for almost half an hour. Pavaro was slightly panting, but the giant Kampbell was still as lively and full of energy as when he had just entered the arena! This was another reason why the Titans were equally feared. They had superb endurance and endurance!
"Is Pavaro really going to lose?"
"He has been completely suppressed. It's useless even if he reveals his true form. This kind of rash fool is simply Pavaro's nemesis. His skin is rough and his flesh is thick. He cannot be hurt at all. Furthermore, his stamina is limitless. How can he fight …"
"Does it feel like Pavaro is not as strong as before? I heard that he turned black when he went to the Spirit Flower Garden and was burned by the elemental spirits … "
"Could it be that he has not recovered after being injured that time?"
Many people below the arena discussed spiritedly and were attracted by the battle. To them, this battle was too exciting.
Wang Zhong also watched with great interest. Although this was not the main objective of today's trip, he was interested in any exciting battle. Battles were his hobby, and watching experts fight was a form of enjoyment. Perhaps the combat techniques of the two people in the arena could not compare to his, but they had displayed the special characteristics of their respective races and had their own strong points. Regardless of whether it was Pavaro, who was covered in bone spikes and was extremely fast, or Kampbell, who had rough skin, thick flesh, and boundless energy, they were all stronger than Balor, who he had faced before. If he faced them … Even though his spiritual power had increased further under Lavel's "guidance", these two people were definitely not opponents that he could easily defeat. The special characteristics and advantages of the races and civilizations in the divine territory were rather obvious.
"I never thought that there would be someone like you in the Combat Cultivation Hall." Pavaro, who was at a disadvantage, suddenly laughed and was filled with admiration. "You were actually able to force me to this extent, but you are still going to lose."
"Don't just talk glibly." Kampbell's attacks were even more ferocious. At the same time, he coldly replied. In the Heavenly Gates, not all the new students shone the moment they arrived. In fact, after a year, there would usually be a huge change in the rankings.
"Alright." Pavaro quickly charged and leapt into the air. At the same time, he avoided Kampbell's attack. At the same time, an abnormal wave of spiritual power was released from his body. This spiritual power was gloomy and was like a layer of black Netherworld fire! This caused his somewhat dark bones to become even darker. He was completely different from the white and tender "little bone goblin" that he had once been.
The punishment of an elemental spirit was both a punishment and an experience! There were flames flashing in Pavaro's pitch-black eye sockets. Back then, the elemental spirits had used the flames to punish him and burn his soul. However, not only did they not defeat him, but they were also slowly refined by him. Then, he refined them into his own.
Heaven's Net Bone Needles!
Bone spikes that were as thin as needles separated from his body and carried with them black flames. They wildly shot towards Kampbell like a torrential rain of pear flowers.
With the support of the black flames, the power of these bone spikes was clearly more rapid and powerful than the bone spikes from before. Their damage was also greater, and they were so dense! Even someone as powerful as Kampbell's expression changed. It was too late to dodge, and he pushed with his arms.
"Gigantification!" His palms, which were originally as large as palms, suddenly became larger. They were like a shield made of flesh that protected the vital parts above his head. At the same time, he did not dodge and charged forward. He switched from defense to offense. He definitely could not allow his opponent to attack endlessly!
Pa pa pa pa pa!!
Countless black flame bone spikes pierced into his gigantified palms. At that moment, the Titan, who had powerful and invincible defenses, instantly caused everyone to smell the burnt smell on his hands. They could even see flesh and blood flying everywhere. However, he did not slow down at all as he charged forward. In the blink of an eye, he was about to forcefully withstand the attacks and charge towards Pavaro.
The victor was about to be decided!
Everyone held their breath.
However, they saw that there was no panic in Pavaro's eyes. On the contrary, he revealed a calm expression. The power of the bone sword changed, and the rain that filled the sky gathered in an instant. He twisted them and turned them into a massive sword that was like a black dragon. It whistled down from the sky towards Kampbell, who was charging upwards.
Black Flame Soaring Dragon Slash!
Boom!
Light and shadows exploded in the cloth, and dust filled the air. When all the dust settled, Pavaro was floating in the air while Kampbell was half-kneeling on the ground. More than half of his gigantified palms had been cut off, and blood flowed non-stop from all over his body. His body had shrunk, and even the lightning mark on his forehead had disappeared. His true body was no longer there, and he was panting heavily. It was obvious that he did not have the strength to continue fighting.
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