The Real Demon!

The Real Demon!

The people and martial artists in the city were stunned by the sudden, bizarre phenomenon. They widened their eyes and stared at the rolling black clouds in the sky, their faces filled with fear and confusion. "What shocking technique has Wang Ritain been practicing now? How else could he trigger such a terrifying phenomenon?" a martial artist said, his voice trembling and his eyes full of awe.

"Hmph. I think he's just cramming at the last minute. He's challenging Wang Xianzhi tomorrow, and only now is he thinking of increasing his strength. Isn't it a bit too late?" another martial artist scoffed, his face full of disdain.

Deng Tai'a stood in the distance, gazing at the demonic energy shooting into the sky, but a hint of delight showed in his eyes. "Interesting. Two entirely different martial arts intents have appeared in Wang Ritain. It seems his strength has broken through again." Deng Tai'a murmured to himself, his curiosity about Wang Ritain growing stronger.

Yu Xinlang was recovering from his injuries in the city lord's residence. When he heard the commotion outside, he gritted his teeth against the pain and walked out of his room. Looking at the demonic energy raging across the sky, a complicated expression flashed through Yu Xinlang's eyes. He sighed softly and thought to himself, So Wang Ritain held back when he fought me. Now that he's revealed strength like this, the gap between us is probably growing wider and wider. Wang Ritain's figure was like a massive shadow, etched deep into Yu Xinlang's heart.

Cao Changqing gazed at the heart of the demonic energy, a trace of gravity in his eyes. He frowned slightly and thought to himself, There are more and more unpredictable factors surrounding Wang Ritain. I didn't think much of his chances against Wang Xianzhi before, but now it seems he might actually be able to hold his own against him. With that thought, Cao Changqing set off toward the center of the demonic energy.

Huang Longshi stood to one side, his expression growing grimmer by the moment. Wang Ritain's terrifying rate of growth and seemingly endless supply of martial arts left him utterly shocked. He looked up at the sky and sensed an unusual celestial phenomenon: a "baleful star hanging high." "Could Wang Ritain really be the variable that changes the course of the world? Nothing like this has ever happened in all of history!" Huang Longshi murmured, his heart filled with worry.

All night long, demonic energy raged through Wudi City, and no one could sleep. The weaker martial artists trembled under its oppressive force, as if they were trapped in an ice cellar. The martial artists who had just arrived were astonished by the terrifying sight. "The martial arts Wang Ritain is practicing—and this phenomenon—are even more frightening than an attack from a Heavenly Phenomenon Realm martial artist!" a young martial artist exclaimed, his face full of shock.

"That's right. Even if he's doomed to lose to Wang Xianzhi tomorrow, this alone is enough to earn our respect," another martial artist agreed.

The sun rose slowly, its gentle light falling over Wudi City. Countless martial artists had already gathered outside the city, all waiting for the moment Wang Ritain would challenge Wang Xianzhi. Wang Ritain slowly stepped out of the inn, dense demonic energy coiling around him. He looked like a demon god emerging from hell, his eyes shining with determination and confidence.

Wang Ritain raised a hand, and a gigantic palm formed from demonic energy appeared in the sky. It blotted out the sun and gave off a heart-chilling aura. Wang Ritain pushed lightly, and the massive palm pressed down toward the sea's horizon. BOOM! The sea's surface was instantly crushed downward, and the water churned wildly like a boiling pot.

Then Wang Ritain raised his hand again, and a thick column of water shot up from the sea. Wisps of demonic energy coiled around it, lending it an especially eerie appearance. Wang Ritain shouted and hurled the column toward the city gate. At the same time, he condensed a powerful blast of energy from his demonic aura and slammed it hard into the gate.

BANG! BANG! BANG! A series of deafening crashes rang out at the city gate. Under the force of the attack, the entire gate shook violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Just then, Wang Xianzhi slowly came into view. His eyes were calm as still water, as though nothing in the world could stir him. Wang Xianzhi lightly swept his right arm, and an invisible force shot toward Wang Ritain's blast of energy. CRACK! With a sharp snap, the energy Wang Ritain had condensed was effortlessly shattered by Wang Xianzhi.

"Wang Ritain, your demonic energy is remarkably pure," Wang Xianzhi said mildly. His voice was not loud, yet everyone heard him clearly.

The martial artists watching saw their impression of Wang Ritain change once again. They stared at him, their eyes filled with shock and awe. Yu Xinlang stood atop the city wall and watched Wang Ritain's performance, a bitter smile on his face.

Wang Ritain wasn't surprised that Wang Xianzhi had easily shattered his blast of energy. He nodded slightly. "Wang Xianzhi, your reputation as the invincible one is well deserved."

Wang Xianzhi did not reply. His gaze slowly turned toward the Eastern Sea. Then he set off across the water. With every step he took, a huge whirlpool rose beneath his feet. As Wang Xianzhi advanced, a thick column of water surged up from the sea, lifting the water high into the air. The column looked like a giant dragon coiling through the sky, as though it were about to swallow Wang Ritain.

The older generation of experts grew red-faced with excitement when they saw Wang Xianzhi make his move. "This is Wang Xianzhi's strength! How many years has it been since we last saw such a spectacular display?" an old man said, his voice trembling.

The younger generation of martial artists were even more astonished. They gazed at Wang Xianzhi, their eyes filled with admiration and awe. At that moment, they finally understood why Wang Xianzhi was revered as the greatest under heaven. Faced with his overwhelming strength, they felt that Wang Ritain's hopes of matching him were pure fantasy.

Yet Wang Ritain showed no fear in the face of the spectacular scene Wang Xianzhi had created. He drew a deep breath and circulated Three Points Return to Origin Qi through his body, wrapping it around his sword. Then he unleashed the Sacred Spirit Sword Technique, sending a fierce sword aura slashing from the blade in his hand. The attack was more than ten times as powerful as the one he had unleashed the day before. It swept through the air, dispersing countless waves; the shockwaves cracked the earth along the shore.