Let's Fight in the Sky

Hua Qiang flashed and appeared in the air. After thinking for a moment, he continued to rise.

Looking at the enormous black dog, he said, "You've reached the Saint Realm. Let's fight above the clouds, and let's avoid getting caught in the crossfire!"

Amaterasu's Clone nodded, a hint of relief flashing in its eyes.

As the man and dog grew taller, they gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

Several drones followed closely behind, intending to transmit footage of this epic battle back to millions of viewers.

The contestants who had been watching the spectacle from the front of the ring were now completely dumbfounded, because their target had vanished.

Everyone looked up at the sky and sighed. They would never see this unprecedented and spectacular duel.

Those watching the live stream on giant screens, televisions, and online were all incredibly nervous yet filled with anticipation.

They heard Hua Qiang's words: that dog was actually Saint Realm! This meant they were going to fight Saint Realm expert. Did Hua Qiang still have a chance of winning?

How many moves could he withstand against that dog?

China, Capital Base, Elder Council.

It was a solemn and ancient building, exuding an aura of time.

Nine elderly men with white hair sat upright in the center, with a huge projection screen in front of them, like a window to a mysterious battlefield.

At this moment, every elderly person's face was filled with solemnity, their eyes fixed on the shocking scene on the screen.

In the image, a massive black dog, its body resembling a mountain, gleams with an eerie luster, as if formed from the purest dark power.

The oppressive aura emanating from the black dog spread outwards as if it were a tangible force, making the air seem thick and sticky.

Meanwhile, Hua Qiang, who was confronting the black dog, stood tall on another cloud. Despite the immense pressure from the black dog, his figure did not appear insignificant at all.

The two faced each other from a distance, with clouds churning and surging beneath their feet, like the calm sea before a storm.

The Third Elder, Long Zaixing, always appeared calm and collected, as if nothing in the world could stir his emotions.

However, at this moment, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

He had already Central Plains victory in this Martial Arts Alliance Competition as a sure thing, as easy as taking candy from a baby.

He had already planned everything in his mind. The country where the first team was located could be allocated the best strategic resources, and there was a mine that produced Spirit Stone, which he had long coveted.

That Spirit Stone vein is of extraordinary significance to China. If China can obtain the mining rights to this vein for 200 years, the entire country will undergo earth-shattering changes.

Various cultivation resources will no longer be scarce, and the younger generation of Martial Artists will have better conditions to break through bottlenecks, thus boosting the nation's strength to an unprecedented level.

This concerns not only the strength of the nation, but also the future of the people.

But now, this sudden change has plunged his heart into despair.

He could tell from Hua Qiang's solemn expression that the outcome of this battle was full of uncertainties, and it was even possible that all their previous expectations would be in vain.

In the Sakura Country, a tense atmosphere permeates a huge and luxurious palace.

Some elderly men, dressed in kimonos and with bulky builds, were staring intently at the equally enormous screen.

Their eyes were filled with anticipation and anxiety, and each of them was silently praying.

In their view, the Clone of Amaterasu, was their last hope.

That was their national belief, the one they considered invincible.

If they win this battle, Sakura Country will gain an advantage in the Martial Arts Alliance Competition, acquire abundant resources, and further consolidate their international standing.

The palace was filled with the scent of incense, but no one was in the mood to enjoy the luxurious atmosphere; everyone's hearts were swayed by the images on the screen.

At the foot of the pagoda-shaped snow-capped mountain, there is a simple thatched hut.

Inside the thatched hut, an old man was meditating with his eyes closed, surrounded by a faint Spiritual Qi, as if he had merged with the snow-capped mountain.

Suddenly, his body trembled slightly, as if he had sensed some extremely important information.

He suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of surprise and worry flashing in his deep gaze.

Immediately afterwards, his body soared into the air, gracefully flying towards the summit of the snow-capped mountain.

In a short while, he arrived at the summit of the snow-capped mountain and looked up at the sky with a solemn expression.

A projection of Amaterasu Clone, and the old man frowned, wondering to himself: Could it be that his granddaughter had used her last trump card?

This thought weighed heavily on his mind. He knew that once this last trump card was used, it would be Yokoyama Eiko; his granddaughter had encountered an invincible opponent.

What kind of person could make his granddaughter use her last trump card?

On Misty Island, a group of people were staring up at the sky like fools.

After a long while, one of them finally seemed to snap out of his daze. He shoved the person next to him and shouted, "Brothers, haven't you noticed a problem?"

The person who was pushed turned around with a blank look on their face and Wen Dao, "What's the problem?"

The man pointed to the sky and exclaimed excitedly, "That contestant named Hua Qiang, he can fly!"

This is something no ordinary person can do; doesn't that mean he must have reached the Martial Emperor Realm?

Those around him were taken aback by his words, then seemed to have been enlightened.

"Holy crap! Bro, I hadn't even thought about that until you mentioned it. Now that you mention it, it really is true."

One person exclaimed in amazement, "This kid has reached the Martial Emperor Realm at such a young age. No wonder he fought so easily all the way here. It's no wonder those opponents lost to him."

Everyone nodded in agreement, expressing both surprise and admiration at the discovery.

At this moment, a girl nearby suddenly spoke up, "I think Hua Qiang is not just Emperor Realm; he might have reached the Emperor Realm."

Her words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly piquing the interest of those around her.

All eyes turned to her, their eyes filled with curiosity.

"Why do you think so?" several people nearby Wen Dao impatiently.

He stared intently at the girl, as if she were about to reveal a shocking secret.

The girl slightly raised her chin and confidently analyzed, "Think about it, that dog's aura was too overwhelming; it was far beyond what Emperor Realm cultivator could match."

"That dog is at least at the Emperor Realm, and might even be at the Saint Realm, which is above the Emperor Realm."

"We could all feel the oppressive aura emanating from that black dog, like facing an insurmountable mountain. That power had already surpassed our understanding of the Emperor Realm."

"Holy crap! I hadn't thought of it until you mentioned it, but now that you say it, it really might be true," one person exclaimed in sudden realization.

"If that dog is at the Emperor Realm, or even the Saint Realm, then wouldn't that mean Hua Qiang has at least reached the Emperor Realm?"

Otherwise, how could he possibly have the courage to fight him?

Everyone fell into deep thought after hearing his words.

They began to re-examine the seemingly unequal yet suspenseful standoff, developing new suspicions and awe regarding Hua Qiang's strength.