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"Are you ready, young man?"
Leng An then composed himself, gazing at Su Changkong as he asked.
"Come on."
Su Changkong appeared calm, harboring no doubt about his ability to defeat Leng An.
"Then here I come!"
A smile flashed across Leng An’s lips as he moved in an instant.
The Divine Seed inside Leng An trembled, a rich scent of blood permeated the air—it was a Divine Seed with 70 Divine Patterns!
Because Leng An became a Saint Warrior by refining the Divine Seed, it was difficult for him to cultivate a second Divine Seed on his own. However, over many years, he had nurtured his sole Divine Seed to an extremely high level, having 71 Divine Patterns—more than Wang Zhongqiu’s single Divine Seed!
Of course, Wang Zhongqiu needed to enhance three Divine Seeds simultaneously, requiring much more resources than Leng An. Possessing multiple Divine Seeds and bringing each to perfection involved accumulative costs and difficulty—the more Divine Patterns, the harder the enhancement!
Enhancing three Divine Seeds each to 100 Divine Patterns was not the difficulty of doing 1 to 100 three times, but rather adding up all three, a difficulty of 1 to 300!
"Blood Becomes Divine Spirit!"
Leng An’s hands clasped in the air, and the Martial Saint blood inside him spilled out as if alive, forming two blood-colored scimitars.
Each blood-colored scimitar exuded a heart-palpitating aura!
Leng An’s Divine Seed Divine Skill, Blood Becomes Divine Spirit, could transform his own blood into armor or weapons, possessing tremendous power, far surpassing ordinary Divine Artifacts!
"Blood Moon Kill!"
Leng An struck instantly, his hands slashing with the scimitars, the thick mist of blood filling the air, dimming the mountains. The two scimitars, like twin blood-colored crescents, were icy and deadly. The light they cast, like moonlight, tore apart hundred-meter-high trees turning them into splinters.
"Not bad!"
Su Changkong slightly praised, also having entered the Saint realm and also refining the Divine Seed to Enter Saint.
However, Leng An was evidently much stronger than Qiao Mingyan and others Su Changkong had previously defeated!
"But still not enough!"
Su Changkong’s fingers fluttered, combining the Qi of Gold with Heaven Silkworm Silk into thin golden threads. At the flick of his fingers, the gold silks danced like thousands of sharp blades.
"Ssst ssst ssst!"
The silks collided with the blood-colored blade lights, grinding them to dust on contact. Not a single blade light could reach Su Changkong!
"Hmm? Is this a Divine Skill?"
Even Leng An was startled, but he submerged himself in the blood-colored light, appearing behind Su Changkong in a flash, furiously slashing with his blood-colored scimitars.
The blades hadn’t yet struck, yet the sensation of being torn asunder was palpable.
Su Changkong remained unmoved in his spot, but densely woven golden silks had already formed a net, interposing between them and looming towards Leng An.
"Shatter it!"
But Leng An did not retreat; his slashing scimitars moved even faster and more ferociously, like twin blood moons plummeting from the sky, aiming to tear through the large net and sunder Su Changkong.
"Sss-lash!"
At the moment when the silk net collided with the dual scimitars, Leng An’s expression changed. The golden silks cut through his blades—an amalgamation of Divine Skills and his blood—like a knife through tofu, continuing their relentless envelopment.
Leng An had hoped his blades could cut through the silks, but instead, his blades turned out so fragile?
Leng An’s blood spilled out, instantly forming thick armor covering his body.
"Ssst!"
But Leng An was disappointed as the silks, relentless and fiery like hot knives through ice, sliced through his armor and segmented his body into pieces!
The Geng Metal Qi possessed by Su Changkong’s Primordial Spirit, combined with Heaven Silkworm True Qi to form Geng Metal silkworm silk—each strand was like a Divine Weapon, impregnable!
The victor was decided!
"Hmm?"
In the Hall of Hundred Battles, over a hundred people watched the blurry figures on the light screen, while the green-robed elder sitting cross-legged displayed a trace of astonishment.
Buzz buzz buzz!
The barrier covering Su Changkong and Leng An began to dissipate, signifying that the victor between the two had been decided in the Hall of Hundred Battles Array!
"So quickly... the victor was decided?"
"It must be Leng An who won, right? With his Blood Becomes Divine Spirit Divine Skills enhanced to an impressive realm, it seems the young man has lost!"
The crowd was also a bit surprised. The Hall of Hundred Battles Array had just started, and already there was a victor? This indicated that one party’s strength was overwhelmingly dominant, concluding the battle in a mere instant with life and death clearly decided!
Moreover, many felt that Leng An must have won since his strength in the first layer of the Entering Saint realm was extremely formidable, with few in Skyfire City stronger than him at that realm!
However, when the barrier completely disappeared, everyone was stunned. They saw Leng An staggering, his face twisted in pain, clutching his head, trembling all over—a clear sign of damage to his Sea of Consciousness!
Death in the Hall of Hundred Battles Array led to certain harm to the Sea of Consciousness.
Whereas the seated Su Changkong slowly opened his eyes, his expression unchanged.
Clearly, the victor had been determined!
"You honor me by yielding," Su Changkong said calmly.
Recovering his breath, Leng An gasped and stared at Su Changkong with a mix of shock and fear. Sweat soaked his clothing even though it was but a battle within the dream dimension of the Hall of Hundred Battles Array that Su Changkong had killed him in. Still, the terrifying sensation of being torn apart by Geng Metal Silkworm Silk lingered, haunting him.
"It is I... who have lost." 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝙗.𝒄𝒐𝒎
Leng An stated bitterly and with difficulty.
If his opponent had been a second or third realm Martial Saint, losing would have been acceptable, but to be easily defeated by someone also of the first realm Entering Saint? That was a bit much for Leng An to accept.
"That young man won?"
Upon hearing Leng An personally admit his defeat, the crowd glanced at each other in astonishment. Su Changkong’s victory was beyond most people’s expectations!
"This is... ten Taels of Primordial Liquid."
Gritting his teeth, Leng An took out ten Taels of Primordial Liquid from his Storage Treasure, which under an invisible force, flew towards Su Changkong.
Catching it, Su Changkong smiled and said, "Thank you."
With the green-robed elder as a witness, and with so many onlookers, Leng An couldn’t deny the debt. He begrudgingly handed over the ten Taels of Primordial Liquid and bore the cost of two more Taels for using the Hall of Hundred Battles Array.
"May I ask for your esteemed name?"
Unable to contain his curiosity, Leng An inquired about Su Changkong’s name after being so easily defeated. Surely he wasn’t an unknown.
"Su Changkong," Su Changkong announced his name.
The crowd quietly remembered the name, having never heard of such a figure among the active Saint Warriors around Skyfire City.
"Brother Su, I would also like to challenge you to experience your techniques."
At that moment, a man stood up.
This was a tall, thin man with piercing eyes.
Seeing Su Changkong’s gaze, the thin man introduced himself, "My name is Zhang Yang Yun, from the Zhang Family of Skyfire City."
The Zhang Family was a prominent clan in Skyfire City, and Zhang Yang Yun was one of its elite, having achieved the status of Martial Saint through his own efforts. Witnessing Su Changkong defeating the formidable Leng An stirred his desire to compete with Su Changkong.
Zhang Yang Yun added, "Of course... it will just be a friendly spar, and the loser only needs to cover the expenses of using the Hall of Hundred Battles Array."
Seeing Leng An defeated by Su Changkong, Zhang Yang Yun preferred not to suffer great loss, but merely to test his skills against Su Changkong.
"Agreed."
After a brief moment of thought, Su Changkong accepted Zhang Yang Yun’s challenge, considering it a good opportunity to stretch his muscles!
"Great!"
Noticing Su Changkong’s acceptance, Zhang Yang Yun felt pleased. He had come to the Hall of Hundred Battles to spar with various Saint Warriors and validate his own strength!
Zhang Yang Yun then entered the Hall of Hundred Battles Array, addressing the green-robed elder, "Elder in green, I’ll trouble you."
"Hmm."
The green-robed elder nodded, equally curious about Su Changkong’s techniques. He had quietly checked his Identity Token for more information and knew that Su Changkong had exchanged a Mountain Entry Token a few days ago, coming to Heavenly Saint Mountain in Skyfire City.
"Let’s see the young man’s techniques then."
The green-robed elder’s gaze flickered slightly, following the battle that both parties agreed to keep private. Although invisible to others, the elder, who presided over the Hall of Hundred Battles, could freely observe.
The green-robed elder’s choice to preside over the Hall of Hundred Battles was also part of his own cultivation, observing worthwhile Martial Artists in the Hall of Hundred Battles Array, thereby drawing from the strengths of various families!
