Buzz …
At this moment, a light curtain suddenly rose around the stone platform, enveloping the entire Grievance Stage.
"The formation has been activated. The life-and-death battle between you two is established. Unless one of you dies or both sides forgive each other, you cannot leave the stage."
As the voice of the iron-faced elder rang out, the entire arena fell silent. Two murderous auras shrouded the entire Martial Hall.
Once the formation of the Grievance Stage was activated, outsiders could not interfere. Neither could the combatants leave the stage. There were only two ways to leave.
First, one of them died.
Second, the winner forgave the loser. Both sides reconciled and would never be enemies again.
Without a doubt, neither Zhou Yang nor Ding Zhiming could accept the second method. Only one person could leave the Grievance Stage today.
"Zhou Yang, this is the most foolish choice you've made since you were born. You're destined not to see the sun rise tomorrow." Ding Zhiming's eyes shone brightly. He clenched his fist, and a nine feet tall black bear shadow appeared behind him.
"This is …"
The crowd gasped.
"This is a mid-grade Earth Fiend Star Soul, the Demonic Bear Star Soul!"
"The Demonic Bear Star Soul is a ferocious-type Star Soul, famous for its strength. Ding Zhiming is a sixth stage Saturn Star Realm martial artist. With the support of this Star Soul, his strength is twice that of a low-grade Star Soul."
"That's the strength of twelve bulls. Compared to Zhou Yang, he has an absolute advantage."
"That's right. I heard that Zhou Yang used an elixir to forcibly awaken his Star Soul. His Star Soul is not even a low-grade one. Even if they have the same level of cultivation, their strength is half the difference."
"Unless he has mastered a stronger martial technique!"
The spectators below the stage discussed. Although they admired Zhou Yang's courage, no one thought that Zhou Yang would win.
A low-grade Star Soul against a mid-grade Star Soul was practically courting death.
"Are you afraid?" Ding Zhiming smiled disdainfully and walked towards Zhou Yang. The Demonic Bear Star Soul behind Zhou Yang let out a soul-shaking roar. "It's natural to be in the limelight, but what awaits you is the despair of death. Don't remind yourself to know your limits in your next life."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Zhiming took a step forward and casually struck Zhou Yang.
This strike was very ordinary. It was only 60% of his strength. However, if Zhou Yang dared to take it, he was confident that he could kill him in one strike.
The fist whizzed over, accompanied by the roar of the demonic bear. Everyone watched this scene in fear.
At this moment, Zhou Yang's lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile as he raised his hand.
Zhou Yang wanted to take it head-on!
Everyone gasped in amazement.
Zhou Yang raised his hand and spread his fingers. Just as Ding Zhiming's fist was about to hit him, Zhou Yang suddenly reached out and caught it.
Bang!
The fist stopped in Zhou Yang's palm. Although the sound was not loud, it was still heard by everyone in the quiet martial arts arena.
"Impossible!"
In an instant, everyone, including Ding Zhiming, was stunned.
Zhou Yang actually received the punch, and his feet did not move at all.
"Unbelievable! Zhou Yang actually blocked that punch. Moreover, it looks so easy for him. Could it be that he didn't forcefully awaken?"
"This has nothing to do with Astral Souls. Didn't you see that he didn't even release his Astral Souls? He's simply relying on his own strength to receive the attack."
"The strength of Ding Zhiming's attack has already reached the strength of seven bulls. In other words, Zhou Yang is at least in the Seventh Level of the Saturn Realm!"
Seventh rank!
The audience was in an uproar.
"Despair? Is this the despair you've given me? " Zhou Yang laughed in disdain. It was true that he didn't release any Astral Souls, and had relied entirely on his own strength. However, everyone had guessed wrongly. He wasn't at the seventh-level of the Saturn Star Realm, but was at the sixth-level instead. It was just that his body still had the strength of a bull. More importantly, other than strength, his body was even more sturdy compared to Ding Zhiming.
"So what if you were lucky enough to receive my punch? This is only 60% of my strength. My next attack will definitely kill you!" Ding Zhiming said and was about to stop.
"You've attacked, but I haven't."
Without waiting for Ding Zhiming to stop, Zhou Yang suddenly grabbed Ding Zhiming's fist. Immediately, a vortex shadow appeared behind him and a desolate aura filled the entire place.
"Zhou Yang's Astral Soul!"
"What Astral Soul is this? Why does it give off such a cold feeling?"
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"From the aura it exuded, it should belong to the lowest grade of Astral Souls."
After Zhou Yang released his Astral Soul, the crowd heaved a sigh of relief. At the very least, Zhou Yang's Astral Soul was a low-grade one.
"Let go!"
At this moment, Ding Zhiming roared as 100% of his strength gushed forth from his fist, wanting to break free from Zhou Yang's grasp.
In order to conceal his strength, Zhou Yang didn't directly release his Magma Titan Astral Soul. Under the circumstances where his strength was inferior to Ding Zhiming's, he suddenly released his grip, causing Ding Zhiming to be pushed forward by his own strength.
"Vicious Wolf Fist!"
A wolf howl rang out. Zhou Yang's left hand clenched into a fist as he punched out with the force of the wind towards Ding Zhiming's head.
Ding Zhiming was struck head-on, his body flying backwards as he slammed into the formation. After which, he coughed out a mouthful of fresh blood as he lay sprawled on the ground.
"This … Ding Zhiming was actually defeated …"
"Terrifying, Zhou Yang's combat talent is simply too terrifying. He actually managed to defeat Ding Zhiming despite his strength being so inferior."
"Luckily it's only a low-grade Earth Fiend Astral Soul. If not, based on his combat talent, even if the elites from the Elite Hall came, they might not be able to achieve a complete victory."
Ding Zhiming's defeat caused a huge commotion. Even the emotionless Iron Mask Elder couldn't help but nod his head as a look of admiration flashed in his eyes.
For cultivators, Astral Souls were extremely important. However, it would be a waste if one didn't know how to fight.
"Get out of the way!"
Just as Zhou Yang lifted his feet and walked towards Ding Zhiming, a series of shouts rang out from outside the crowd.
"It's him, Ding Zhiming's elder brother, Ding Yizhen!"
"Ding Yizhen is a member of the Elite Hall. It's said that he already has the strength to become a rising star."
"Seems like there will be variables today. With Ding Yizhen here, even if Zhou Yang won in the end, he wouldn't dare to kill Ding Zhiming."
The crowd made way as they discussed. A moment later, a handsome young man with a height of seven feet, dressed in a blue robe, walked to the front of the crowd with four or five Beginner Hall disciples.
"Zhou Yang, you have to think carefully. If anything happens to my younger brother, no one will be able to protect you." Ding Yizhen first glanced at Ding Zhiming before turning his sharp gaze back to Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang smiled faintly. His expression didn't change in the slightest. Today, with the Iron Mask Elder here and this formation, no one would be able to interfere in his matters.
"Brother!"
At this moment, Ding Zhiming, who was lying on the stone platform, finally woke up from his semi-conscious state. After seeing Ding Yizhen, a look of joy appeared on his face.
"Brother, with me here, you can rest assured and fight." Ding Yizhen smiled.
"Yes, Brother!"
With Ding Yizhen's support, Ding Zhiming's confidence instantly increased. After climbing up, he rushed towards Zhou Yang like a leopard, his fists raining down like raindrops.
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