Heaven-Surpassing Divine Emperor

On the arena stage.

Jiang Chen stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His long robes fluttered, and his black hair danced though there was no wind. A thunderous light erupted from his eyes.

His fighting spirit surged like a blazing fire.

Han Xia, dressed in green robes, strode through the air and landed on the stage. His eyes held an indifferent, disdainful gaze. ”To get nine consecutive wins with a cultivation at the True Martial Realm Sixth Stage, you’re pretty good! But your winning streak ends here. You can’t possibly defeat me!”

”Is that so?”

Jiang Chen grinned. ”I don’t think so!”

”Heh heh!”

Han Xia gave a cold laugh and said, ”One move. If you can take one move from me without being defeated, then you’ll be worthy of me getting serious!”

Arrogant!

Domineering!

Confident!

This was Jiang Chen’s impression of Han Xia.

Even after witnessing Jiang Chen’s formidable strength, he was still so confident that he could defeat him in a single move.

That was absolute confidence!

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes. ”Then I’ll be waiting to see it!”

”Thunderbolt Hand!”

A cold, thunderous light flashed in Han Xia’s eyes. With a sharp cry, his palm, glowing like rushing thunder, shot toward Jiang Chen.

The Thunderbolt Hand was an Advanced Profound Tier Martial Skill!

This Martial Skill was extremely difficult to cultivate. It required the practitioner to absorb the Heaven and Earth Thunder Power during a storm, using the Thunder Power to temper their palms before it could be mastered!

The fact that Han Xia, with his cultivation at the True Martial Realm Eighth Stage, could cultivate the Thunderbolt Hand to the Great Success Realm showed that his strength and talent were truly extraordinary!

”Flood Dragon Soaring to Heaven!”

A serious expression crossed Jiang Chen’s face as he, too, threw a punch.

A Flood Dragon Fist Shadow soared into the sky with immense power, viciously slamming into the Thunderous Hand Seal.

BOOM—

Fist and palm collided. Thunder crackled everywhere, and True Essence erupted.

Everything fell silent.

The indifference on Han Xia’s face slowly faded. He nodded and said, ”Not bad. You were able to block my Thunderbolt Hand. You’re worthy of my full attention!”

”Less talk, more action!” Jiang Chen said.

On the quiet stage, a fierce wind suddenly swept through.

Sharp gusts of wind whipped up between the two. Their gazes met, both pairs of eyes shooting out dazzling beams of light that clashed in mid-air, igniting the fires of battle.

”Thunder Burst Shadow!”

Han Xia executed a profound footwork technique. Each step produced a clap of thunder as his body split into three illusory figures, all charging at Jiang Chen from different directions.

’Three bodies?’ Jiang Chen’s gaze sharpened.

The three Han Xias laughed heartily. ”You can’t even tell which one is my real body. You’re destined to lose this fight!”

”Thunderbolt Chain Attack!”

The three figures attacked in unison. Fists the size of sandbags erupted with terrifying thunder as electric snakes and thunder dragons danced wildly.

One punch followed another.

It was like flowing clouds and water, endless and unceasing!

BANG! BANG! BANG!—

The offensive was incredibly ferocious, like thunder descending from the heavens, wave after wave. The surging fist shadows merged into three torrents. Facing these three torrents of fists, a flash of blue-gold light passed through Jiang Chen’s eyes. He instantly identified the real body, the corners of his mouth lifting in a slight smile as he pointed a finger forward. ”Three Fingers Burn Heaven!”

BOOM!

A crimson finger, as thick as a water bucket, tore through the air.

The moment this finger appeared, all the Spiritual Qi in the Martial Arts Arena was instantly drained. Rings of crimson fire coiled around the finger as it struck from the air.

RUMBLE!

The crimson finger crushed the torrent of thunder, pulverizing it completely, and shot straight toward the Han Xia on the left.

”How could you have found my real body?” Han Xia’s expression changed drastically.

His Martial Soul suddenly materialized behind him—a terrifying mass of thunder.

The thunder roared, hovering behind him.

Han Xia roared, ”Martial Soul Talent—Thunder God Guardian!”

BOOM!

The Thunder Martial Soul let out a series of thunderclaps as streaks of purple-gold lightning descended, coiling around Han Xia’s body. The purple lightning interwove, forming a suit of Purple Gold Armor. Thunderous light shimmered across it, emitting a metallic, purple-gold luster.

BOOM—

The crimson finger slammed violently into the Purple Gold Armor.

It let out a deafening roar.

Han Xia stumbled back repeatedly. Streaks of purple-gold lightning burst from the armor, managing to block the devastating finger. Han Xia roared with laughter. ”Jiang Chen, you can’t break my Thunder God Guardian! This armor is said to be invincible among those of the same rank! I am now unbeatable!”

”Invincible among the same rank? Then I’ll just use power that surpasses our rank to break it!” Jiang Chen sneered.

VMM!

The Qingfeng Sword landed in his hand, glowing with a faint cyan light. The Sword Aura pulsed as he thrust the blade forward!

Divine Wind Extreme!

His strongest sword technique whistled through the air!

CRACK!

The blade was incomparably sharp. It struck the Purple Gold Armor, making the entire suit tremble violently. The purple-gold lightning didn’t even have time to block the sword, and a crack appeared on the armor.

Han Xia’s expression changed dramatically. ”You... You can actually break the Thunder God Guardian?”

”With this strike, you will be defeated!” Jiang Chen laughed loudly.

The sword danced wildly, a single slash cutting across the sky.

A hundred-zhang-long Sword Aura tore through the air and slammed viciously into the Thunder God Armor.

The sharp tip of the sword pressed forward relentlessly. Empowered by the Wind Sword Intent, it was incomparably sharp and its speed was pushed to the absolute limit.

CRACKLE CRACKLE CRACKLE—

A series of crisp cracking sounds rang out one after another.

The Purple Gold Armor enveloping Han Xia continuously shattered, pieces of purple-gold light exploding outward and drifting to the ground.

”ARGH...”

Han Xia’s body trembled violently. The armor on his chest was ripped open, and the powerful Sword Aura exploded against his torso. He was sent flying, a gruesome spiral-shaped wound on his chest dripping with blood. Through the gash, his shattered bones were visible.

BAM!

Han Xia crashed heavily to the ground, his mouth full of blood. He couldn’t even control the True Essence in his body as it collapsed on its own.

Jiang Chen put away the Cyan Blade Sword and said flatly, ”You no longer have the strength to fight.”

”I... I lost.”

Han Xia gave a bitter smile. He dragged his heavily injured body to its feet, trembling, and stared at Jiang Chen. Taking a deep breath, he said slowly, ”You are very strong. But I advise you to end your challenge after this victory.”

Jiang Chen was taken aback. ”Why?”

Han Xia glanced at the highest level of the Observation Platform, a look of fear in his eyes. He said in a low voice, ”The Martial Arts Arena won’t allow you to keep winning. They will send even stronger experts to fight. If an expert from the top one hundred of the Spirit List appears, you have no chance of victory.”

The Spirit List!

This was an achievement and honor that every True Martial Realm Powerhouse dreamed of.

At the same time...

It was also a towering peak.

Any powerhouse on the Spirit List was a peerless genius, let alone one from the top one hundred.

Jiang Chen smiled slightly. ”Thank you for the warning. However, I won’t stop until an expert appears who can defeat me. The winning streak record at the Martial Arts Arena is ninety-eight matches. My goal is to win one hundred in a row!”

”A hundred consecutive wins? You’re dreaming! No one has ever won a hundred matches in a row since the Martial Arts Arena was founded!” Han Xia said with a bitter laugh.

Jiang Chen laughed. ”We shall see!”

Looking at the confident Jiang Chen, Han Xia was speechless for a long moment. After a while, he said in a low voice, ”Then I wish you good luck!”

”Thank you!”

Jiang Chen nodded. He watched Han Xia leave the stage, then brandished his longsword and looked at the referee, urging, ”Referee, they’re coming up one by one too slowly. Can I apply to challenge ten people at once?”

”This...”

The referee was troubled.

Just then, an indifferent yet majestic voice came from high above: ”Granted!”

The referee’s expression changed instantly. He looked toward the highest level of the Observation Platform with a respectful expression, then turned back to Jiang Chen. ”You may. The next to enter the ring are Lin Zhen, Xuu Rui, Cao Hanx...”

The referee rattled off the names of ten powerhouses.

Every single one was an expert at the True Martial Realm Seventh Stage!

The ten took the stage, each one radiating killing intent. ”Brat, you dare to challenge all ten of us at once? You’re courting death!”

”Why waste words on him? Let’s go together and finish him!”

”Kill!”

The ten charged at Jiang Chen in unison.

Jiang Chen’s expression was unchanged, as calm as an old well. His longsword swept out.

Ten people, crushed like rotten wood, were defeated at his hand.

Twenty consecutive wins...

”Another ten!” Jiang Chen continued.

Thirty consecutive wins...

Forty consecutive wins...

Fifty consecutive wins...

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Chen had fought seven waves of opponents, and his winning streak had soared to eighty matches!

The entire Martial Arts Arena went completely wild.

Jiang Chen’s name echoed everywhere. The roars shook the heavens, and his prestige was unrivaled.

The referee was sweating buckets. Watching Jiang Chen fighting the eighth wave of ten challengers, he no longer knew what to do.

「Meanwhile...」

On the highest level of the Observation Platform, three figures were seated. The figure on the left said in a low voice, ”Arena Master, if we let him keep winning like this, all of the Martial Arts Arena’s work this year will have been for nothing!”

The central figure slowly opened his eyes. One pupil was black, the other white, like two whirlpools that threatened to swallow anyone who looked at them.

He glanced at Jiang Chen on the stage below, pondered for a moment, and said flatly, ”Have Leng Feng make a move.”

”Leng Feng? Are you sure you want him to act?”

”But he’s a madman...”

Both of them hesitated.

The central figure said nonchalantly, ”It doesn’t matter. Let Leng Feng handle it. Also, go to the Saint Martial Sword Sect and bring me Luo Rui!”

”Arena Master, if you’re sending Leng Feng, is there still a need to call for Luo Rui?” the person on the left asked, confused.

The Arena Master glanced at him but said nothing.

But the powerhouse on the left was already drenched in a cold sweat. He nodded hastily. ”Forgive me, Arena Master. I will send someone to find Luo Rui immediately!”

”Mm.”

The Arena Master grunted in acknowledgment. He narrowed his eyes, looking down at Jiang Chen, and the corner of his mouth curved upward in a cold smile. ’So what if he wins a few more times? As long as he doesn’t leave the stage alive, there will be no one left to testify!’