2025-08-31 00:23:07Buzz.
Origin force erupted from Lucian Valeblue like a storm, tearing through the arena. The air itself seemed to shiver under the weight of it. Disciples instinctively held their breath. The predator was poised, ready to strike. Cruelty gleamed in Lucian’s eyes. This “cripple,” Darian Kaelthorn, would be crushed. No hesitation. No mercy. From the first blow, Lucian intended to leave nothing behind.
“Earthfiend Tiger’s Courage Fist!”
The roar split the air, bouncing off the highest walls. Behind Lucian, a phantom tiger sprang to life, stripes shimmering, fangs bared. It fused with his body, massive and terrifying, a mountain beast leaping from the abyss to devour its prey. Origin force rippled outward like a tidal wave. Domination itself radiated from him.
“Trash! Lie down for me!” Lucian snarled, the threat sharp and certain. The tiger lunged, crushing speed and merciless intent packed into its strike.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
“So strong… Lucian’s power is insane!”
“This is a Soul Moon’s strength—a Valor Soul Stage cultivator!” “How could Darian, Ironbody Tier Fifth Layer, even hope to survive this?”Even Patriarch Theron’s calm mask faltered. He had seen what Lucian could do. Eldric, on the other hand, leaned back, a smirk curling coldly. To him, this was the spectacle of crushing an ant.
Roar!
Darian stood firm, black hair streaming behind him, calm as a still mountain. Yet a ferocious light blazed in his eyes. Stronger than the Valor Soul cultivator he had faced in the Ancient Beginning Forest. But fear? None at all. Today, he would meet Lucian head-on.
Buzz… swish.
Golden-red qi and blood surged, entwined with his Holy Dao battle aura. Every step radiated power. Every heartbeat is a drum of life and force. No dodge. No retreat. Only forward.
“Earthfiend Tiger’s Courage Fist!”
Darian’s roar echoed like thunder. Behind him, a golden tiger phantom coalesced, muscles rippling, eyes burning with divine fury. Shockwaves from the two phantom tigers collided, shaking the arena.
Bang. Buzz.
Theron’s face tightened. Eldric’s smirk froze. Valtor Grimspire’s piercing gaze flickered with interest, and even Seraphina Virelle’s cold stare wavered. In the crowd, Kaelen’s fists clenched in disbelief, while Aeris felt a thrill of cruel satisfaction—Trash Darian would finally pay.
When the forces dissipated, both fighters stood intact.
Thud… thud… thud.
Four steps back each. Perfectly measured.
Lucian’s face twisted. Darian, calm, uninjured, eyes blazing like twin suns, had met his strike blow for blow.
The arena erupted.
“Is this real? Darian blocked Lucian’s fist!”
“And he’s fine?!” “Impossible! Lucian is Mortal Purification Stage!”Lucian’s disbelief burned. One punch resisted? By this boy? His white origin force flared. Another strike, tenfold fury, no margin for error—he would crush this insolent “trash” or die trying.
“Good! Come, Lucian!” Darian thought, heart surging. The Spirit-Bursting Pill had elevated him. One month had carried him from Fifth Layer Tendon-Refining Minor Completion to Ninth Layer Marrow-Refining Great Completion. Ten years of silence, ten years of preparation, finally bearing fruit. No one could stop him now.
Qi and aura collided repeatedly, each strike shaking the arena. The weight of Ironbody Tier Great Perfection radiated from them. Shock replaced scorn. Fear replaced envy. Kaelen’s scar twitched. Aeris’s chest heaved, mind struggling to process the impossible. Even Theron’s inner astonishment peeked through, while Eldric’s eyes glinted with dangerous curiosity. Valtor’s gaze never wavered, and Seraphina’s scrutiny revealed thinly veiled intrigue.
Bang!
They parted briefly, only to collide again. Lucian struck faster, sharper, more ruthless than before. Darian met him head-on, timing every counter perfectly.
“Troublesome,” Lucian muttered, teeth gritted. “Ironbody Tier strength alone cannot break him. If this continues… I may even lose.” A chill ran through him as he glanced at Valtor. Decision made.
Rumble!
Lucian’s aura deepened, sharpened, radiated sheer danger. Buzz. Behind him, a pale silver Soul Moon hovered, mirroring its master’s height. Cold light fed his power.
Darian’s expression hardened. Finally showing your full strength? Good. No fear—only resolve. If Lucian wanted to end this, so would he.
“Darian, you’ve hidden well,” Lucian said coldly. “But I will show you the chasm between our realms. Despair. The Blood Dragon Jade will be mine!”
The Soul Moon pulsed. Energy coiled in his hands, forming a coiling azure flood dragon.
“High-grade martial art—Heavenly Gang Wandering Dragon Hand!”
Rooaaar!
The arena shook under the dragon’s majesty. Darian narrowed his eyes. The Heavenly Gang Wandering Dragon Hand was a supreme technique, reserved for clan heads and the number-one genius, fused with mid-grade Heavenrend Force. Precision was absolute.
Buzz.
Two azure flood-dragon shadows spiraled around Lucian’s hands, aura rolling outward like a tidal wave. Even for a Valor Soul Stage cultivator, this demanded perfection.
Roar!
Darian’s golden tiger phantom surged in defiance. The Earthfiend Tiger’s Courage Fist evolved into Tiger Shatters the World, golden-red qi and blood exploding in waves of pure force. He hadn’t mastered Lucian’s art—but raw strength, skill, and the Spirit-Bursting Pill’s awakened Holy Dao battle aura were enough.
Bang! Thud!
Tiger met dragon. Gold met azure. Fury met skill. The arena quaked. Lucian’s Heavenly Gang Wandering Dragon Hand tore at Darian’s guard like a predator ripping free.
“Fall, Darian! Under my hands, you are nothing!” Lucian sneered.
Roar! Bang!
Lucian split his claws into afterimages, raking Darian’s chest. Blood streaked his robe. The crowd gasped.
“I told you! Once Lucian unleashes his strength, Darian cannot last!”
“Too strong! The Heavenly Gang Wandering Dragon Hand is invincible!” “Darian’s defeat is only a matter of time.”Theron sighed inwardly. Darian’s raw strength was unexpected, but beating Lucian seemed nearly impossible. Aeris’s eyes sparkled with cruel joy; Seraphina’s gaze flickered with doubt. Valtor remained unreadable.
Darian’s pain sharpened his resolve. So be it. If I am to survive, I must unleash everything.
Buzz!
Holy Dao battle aura surged, radiating like a tidal wave. Golden-red qi, blood, and pale-gold aura fused. The Warborn Covenant’s origin awakened fully, flooding him with strength multiplied manifold.
Lucian’s sneer faltered. “Parlor tricks!” He lunged. “This ends now!”
Rooaaar!
Azure dragon claws lunged—but froze mid-strike. An overwhelming battle aura slammed into him like a god towering over time.
“What… what is this?”
The collision pushed him backward. Darian stood tall, resolute, eyes like drawn blades, wrapped in pale-gold radiance. His Warborn Covenant’s origin had awakened—the true source of his power.
Golden tiger coiled around him, fiercer than ever. Earthfiend Tiger’s Courage Fist had evolved, sharpened under the origin’s blessing.
“Heavenly Gang Wandering Dragon Hand—Azure Dragon Seeking Claw!” Lucian roared.
Tiger met dragon. Gold met azure. Fury met skill. The arena quaked. The crowd roared. Every strike carried the weight of destiny.
“Lucian! Let’s see who stands last!”
“Darian! Victory will be mine!”Behind them, the phantoms surged, the clash reaching its ultimate crescendo. The battle for the Blood Dragon Jade—the moment of destiny—had truly begun.
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