On the arena, the two of them were still testing each other. Neither of them had used their full strength. However, from the looks of it, Leng Heng had the upper hand. He was the main attacker while Fenghao could only defend and defend passively. From the looks of it, the situation was clear.
Feng Hao was indeed much weaker than Leng Heng.
However, no one mocked Leng Heng anymore. Even the people from Hell Palace had serious expressions on their faces.
"He … doesn't seem to have an ordinary Lightning Polarity Body …"
Looking at the black light that burst forth from Feng Hao's punches and kicks, Leng Huan and the others below the arena squinted their eyes. Their eyes flickered with a cold light, as if they were trying to see through the essence of the energy.
This was definitely not a power that the Lightning Polarity Body could possess. If Feng Hao really only had an ordinary Lightning Polarity Body, he would have lost long ago even if they were at the same level, let alone a level lower.
At this moment, although Feng Hao was forced to retreat, his aura did not weaken in the slightest. On the contrary, he was still able to retaliate occasionally. He did not seem to be panicking, but was instead calm and composed.
Leng Huan vaguely had a bad premonition in his heart. This premonition came from the energy that he could not see through to its essence.
The skinny man and the others also stopped shouting. Their faces were filled with shock, and deep in their eyes, there was a deep sense of astonishment.
They, who had fought against Leng Heng before, knew very well how strong he was. Under such an attack, they knew that they would not be able to do it.
There were not many people with bad eyesight here. Therefore, those who had placed their bets on Leng Heng had an unnatural expression on their faces.
However, it was too late for regrets. They could only pray that Leng Heng would emerge victorious. Otherwise, a huge amount of academic points would go down the drain.
…
One of them was filled with a cold aura. He looked like a demon that had walked out from hell. His aura was so cold that it could freeze one's soul.
There was one person whose battle intent soared to the heavens. His entire body was surrounded by a golden halo. Every single move he made had the power to split the heavens and earth. He was like an ancient god whose aura could split the heavens.
In the legends, there was an ancient god like that. Before the world was created, he was the first god to be born. He was the one who split open the primal chaos, creating the current Hundred Races Continent. According to the legends, after he split open the world, he went to the World of Immortality, and there was no more news of him.
Legend had it that he had become an immortal, an undying existence …
"Second Stage Mortal Saint is indeed extraordinary. In terms of energy, it has increased by at least ten times."
As he sensed the power behind each punch, Feng Hao had a rough idea of what was going on. Immediately, a cold light flashed across his eyes. Next, traces of silver-white lightning flickered on his fist, which was originally flickering with black light.
Ten times was still within his acceptable range.
Although he could only use a tenth of the power of the Illusionary Divine Body, he still had the power of the Sky Punishment. It was more than enough to deal with the Divine Body of a higher level.
"Rumble."
The two fists collided once again. Instantly, the space between the two shattered like glass. The pitch-black darkness within made one's heart tremble. A powerful storm raged, causing ripples that could be seen with the naked eye to roll out.
"Deng deng deng …"
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Leng Heng was forced to take five or six large steps back. His face was filled with astonishment, and his arms were still trembling.
"What's going on?"
Below the arena, the majority of the crowd revealed doubtful gazes when they saw this scene.
From their point of view, there was nothing different about this punch. In terms of power, it did not seem to have increased.
They were certain of this.
After all, compared to their cultivation levels, they could accurately calculate the cultivation levels of Feng Hao and Leng Heng.
However, why was Leng Heng forced to retreat when there was no increase in power?
The expression on Leng Heng's face and his trembling arms were telling them that he had suffered a serious injury in that collision.
"That's all?"
Under Leng Heng's astonished gaze, Feng Hao spoke indifferently. His words were filled with coldness.
"What do you mean?"
Leng Heng's eyes narrowed.
"Too weak."
A cold light flashed across Feng Hao's eyes. He stomped his feet, and his body was like a bolt of lightning. With an earth-shattering aura, he charged towards Leng Heng. His fist flickered with black light, and there were silver snakes flickering on it.
After figuring out Leng Heng's strength, he was going to counterattack.
"Bastard."
Such disdainful words caused Leng Heng's heart to surge with rage. A bone-chilling aura violently erupted. The entire arena was like a cold purgatory. He drew a circle with his feet on the ground, and muttered an incantation. "Nine Hell Formation."
"Buzz, …"
As his words rang out, a mysterious great array formed beneath his feet and enveloped him within it. A cold and sinister light shuttled and flickered within the array, instantly causing his aura to soar.
"Do you think that you can defeat me with your strange methods?"
Leng Heng's eyes were filled with a sinister chill as he coldly berated. Every single movement he made caused the space around him to shatter like glass. It was as if this space was simply unable to bear his existence, causing him to truly appear like a god from the nine hells of purgatory. His might was unparalleled and intimidating.
"As expected of the Nine Hell Divine Physique."
Upon seeing this scene, the people from the Nine Hell Palace and the Human Emperor Palace couldn't help sighing in their hearts.
If this person were to grow, how many people here would dare to say that they could suppress him?
"Sky Shattering Slash."
Feng Hao's might did not decrease. With a flip of his hand, a huge pitch-black sword condensed in his hand. Silver-white lightning arcs flickered on the edge of the huge sword. His battle intent soared, along with an aura that could destroy everything. Holding the huge sword, he chopped down towards Leng Heng. His attack was clean and efficient, as if he was splitting the heavens and earth. Wherever the huge sword passed, a crack would be cut open in the space.
"Purgatory Suppressing God."
Leng Heng still did not move. He muttered an incantation as his hands formed a strange seal. In his originally cold eyes, there were actually two purgatories appearing.
"Rumble …"
As his words rang out, a purgatory-like space that was two to three meters in length and width condensed in front of him. It was filled with a chilling and biting cold aura that suppressed everything, causing the surrounding space to shatter.
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