A Fierce Struggle of Slaughter, Chen Du in the Eyes of Old Monsters
A day later, as Chen Du was deep in thought, the entire wilderness suddenly trembled.
A vast aura, so immense that it even caused his consciousness to tremble slightly, suddenly exploded from the far distance.
The aura was violent, domineering, and filled with undisguised killing intent, like an ancient beast awakening from its slumber, its opening of its eyes instantly declaring ownership of this hunting ground.
The Ninth Realm: The Cosmic Realm.
Chen Du suddenly opened his eyes and looked up in the direction from which the aura was coming.
At the horizon, a figure hovered in mid-air, its entire body shrouded in crimson-gold light, obscuring its face.
The figure simply raised his hand, and the spiritual energy within a radius of dozens of miles was instantly frozen as if grasped by a giant hand.
Immediately, he casually waved his hand downwards, and a beam of crimson-gold light shot out from his palm and landed on the ground.
Boom!
Within a radius of several miles where the beam of light struck, the auras of dozens of contestants vanished in the same instant, completely annihilated, without even having time to utter a scream.
A collective gasp filled the arena. The contestants who had been vying for the Heart of the Starry Sky all stopped what they were doing and looked up at the crimson-gold figure.
Some people were deathly pale, some had their legs go weak, and some had already begun to flee desperately into the distance.
Ninth Tier, this is a true dimensional reduction attack.
Among the 100 million participants, the number of those at the Ninth Tier is probably very small, but even if there is only one, it would be a catastrophic disaster for everyone else.
The crimson-gold figure did not stop. As if clearing weeds, he casually swept slowly through the air, unleashing a golden light wherever he went.
Where the golden light fell, dozens or even hundreds of people vanished into nothingness. Beside the stone tablet, in the valley, and across the wilderness, countless contestants fell in droves like wheat swept by a sickle.
The entire competition's advancement rules became meaningless in the face of this figure.
He didn't need to seize the Heart of the Starry Sky; he only needed to kill everyone.
Chen Du sat in front of the stone tablet, watching the crimson-gold figure slowly approach in his direction.
The other contestants had already scattered and fled, leaving him alone sitting in front of the monument.
The crimson-gold figure was still in the distance, its golden light sweeping across the land, accompanied by wailing cries.
The crimson-gold figure swept across an area of dozens of miles before finally fixing its gaze on the young man still sitting cross-legged in front of the stone tablet.
Everyone ran away across the entire open field.
He was still sitting there, his palms pressed against the monument, his eyes closed, as if he were dozing in his own yard.
The figure in crimson gold tilted its head slightly, seemingly somewhat surprised.
Without saying much, he raised his hand, and a beam of crimson-gold light slammed down on Chen Du.
Wherever the beam of light passed, the air was scorched and distorted into a charred mess, and the ground was plowed into a deep trench.
Chen Du frowned. He was just getting to the crucial point when someone came looking for death.
He had to interrupt his deduction, open his eyes, and raise his hand to meet the crimson-gold pillar of light.
Within his palm, the [Cangming Abyss] Divine Foundation silently unfolded, and a dark blue vortex appeared out of thin air, swallowing the entire pillar of light.
The beam of light entered the abyss, like a mud ox entering the sea, without even causing a ripple.
The golden-clad figure's pupils contracted sharply, but before he could make a second move, Chen Du had already stood up.
The fragments of laws from the stone tablet beneath his feet were still churning in his sea of consciousness, but there was no time to process them.
He took a step forward, his figure appearing before the crimson-gold figure like a ghost. The [Celestial Master] Divine Status and [Cangming Abyss] pressed down simultaneously, the two laws overlapping like two layers of the sky, instantly crushing the crimson-gold light surrounding the opponent.
The crimson-gold figure's expression changed drastically. He tried his best to retreat, but his limbs seemed to be frozen in mid-air, unable to move.
"You!"
He only had time to utter one word.
Chen Du unleashed a palm strike, combining the Dao Resonance of the Great Celestial Master Realm with the devouring power of the Cangming Abyss. Wherever the palm wind passed, even the space itself groaned under its unbearable weight.
The crimson-gold figure hastily defended, crossing its arms in front of its chest, unleashing a torrent of crimson-gold light in an attempt to withstand the blow.
But that light was as thin as paper before Chen Du's palm strike, crumbling at the slightest touch.
The force of the palm pierced through his chest, exiting from his back and bringing with it a cloud of golden-red blood mist.
His body froze in mid-air for a moment, then fell like a kite with a broken string.
Halfway down, it turned into countless fragments of light and dissipated in the sky above the stadium.
The remaining contestants all witnessed this scene.
The Ninth Tier expert who had swept across most of the arena and killed hundreds of thousands of people was casually slapped into dust by a young man sitting in front of a stone tablet, who was meditating.
Some people opened their mouths but couldn't speak, while others' legs buckled and they knelt on the ground.
Chen Du had already turned around and walked back to the stone tablet, sat down again, placed his palms on the surface of the tablet, and closed his eyes.
The fragments of the laws he had just comprehended were still floating in his sea of consciousness. After a moment of silence, an even more violent wave of fleeing erupted.
No one dared to approach within a hundred feet of the stone tablet, not even having the courage to glance in that direction. Chen Du, meanwhile, had already sunk into his sea of consciousness to continue his deductions.
The appearance of that crimson-gold figure was merely a minor episode in his deduction process.
The image of Chen Du annihilating a Ninth Tier expert with a single palm strike spread throughout the Spirit Realm almost simultaneously.
In a competition of this caliber, the Cosmic Genius Battle, every elimination round is watched by countless eyes.
High-ranking officials from various factions and star systems, and even those reclusive old monsters, can all watch in real time through the Spirit Realm.
The first round of the youth group elimination tournament, with 100 million people vying for 100 Heart of the Starry Sky and the clash between Ninth Tier powerhouses, was the biggest highlight of this round of competition.
But no one expected that less than half an hour into the competition, a Ninth Tier player would be eliminated, and killed in a single blow.
In a virtual conference room somewhere in the Spirit Realm, dozens of figures sat on either side of a long table.
They come from the Heavenly Strategy Manor, one of the three major forces of the Azure Humans, and are responsible for the entire process of supervising and selecting talents for this Genius Battle.
The middle-aged man at the head of the group leaned back in his chair, looking at the young figure sitting in front of the stone tablet on the light screen, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Interesting," he said, his voice deep and mellow, "But that's all."
"In that palm strike just now, he simultaneously used two laws. One was a devouring type, like an abyss, capable of swallowing up attacks; the other was heavier and more stable, like a suppressing type. The fact that the two laws operated simultaneously and coordinated seamlessly at least shows that he has comprehended no fewer than two laws."
"More than two," an old man beside him interjected. His face was gaunt, but his eyes were extremely sharp. He was a powerful figure from the Heavenly Strategy Manor. "Just now, when he made his move, I used the Spirit Realm's analysis system to detect a third fluctuation of law. It was extremely faint, but it definitely existed. It seemed to be some kind of law related to 'position,' complementing the other two. He had mastered all three laws simultaneously. A Ninth Tier individual had mastered all three laws at the same time."
The middle-aged man nodded slowly. "The gap between Ninth Tier -Ninth Tier is already enormous. This person is somewhat interesting, but whether he can advance to the knockout stage is still uncertain."
Whether they can even advance from the knockout stage is uncertain, so naturally they don't care about their attention.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the Spirit Realm, an elder from the Martial Ancestor Hall was also watching the same scene.
His gaze narrowed slightly, and he muttered to himself, "He has mastered Lower Second-Level Law. For a Ninth Tier cultivator to be able to use Lower Second-Level Law to this extent is already quite remarkable, but if he wants to go far in the Genius Battle with just this, it's not enough."
He paused, then added, "However, the stone tablet he just deciphered seems to have given him quite a bit; perhaps he can take another step forward."