Beginning the Battle

What determines a person's strength is not merely their comprehension of the laws.

When Luo Feng made a name for himself as Silver Wing King and Daohe King, his comprehension of the laws had not even reached the twentieth level of Tongtian Bridge, yet he could still slaughter Kings.

How vast was the Moling Great World? It was a tangible continent measured in light-years, with countless inheritances and secret grounds.

How could Bai Bo not have some opportunities of his own? His actual combat power was definitely at the level of an Army Lord Immortal. His only shortcoming was that he lacked Immortal Divine Power.

"Fighting Arena, please." Zhou Lin said solemnly, "There's no need to seal my strength. I'm invincible among those of the same level."

Surrounded by the others, Zhou Lin and Bai Bo headed toward the south of the city. There was a Fighting Arena there spanning tens of thousands of kilometers.

These races were naturally warlike, and even Plant Lifeforms were the same.

After all, over the endless years, races without bloodlust or a reverence for martial strength had long since been eliminated. Even the rise of the Human Race had been built on the countless races beneath it.

The Virtual Universe had also begun a live broadcast.

As an affiliated race of humanity, they still possessed basic Virtual Universe privileges. However, places like the Giant Axe Fighting Arena were certainly off-limits.

"A Fighting Arena tens of thousands of kilometers across? It's impossible to accommodate that many spectators."

"Exactly. There must be hundreds of billions of people in the city."

"I wonder if His Highness can defeat him."

The roads along the way were almost completely jammed. Zhou Lin's guards exchanged messages behind him.

In the end, Ximo had to intervene, taking Zhou Lin and Bai Bo by teleportation into the Fighting Arena. Otherwise, walking there might have taken several days.

The Tiwala Tribe members were extremely fanatical at this moment.

Their cheers were like thunder. The Fighting Arena was already packed with people, while the area outside was also filled with dense crowds. The cheering shook the heavens, and even the ground trembled along with it.

"Go, His Highness Bai Bo!"

"Victory is certain! The Tiwala Tribe is the strongest!"

With his Myriad Tribulation Primordial Body, Zhou Lin could almost hear what everyone was saying.

In the center of the Fighting Arena, the arena area alone spanned eighteen thousand kilometers. The other areas consisted of spectator stands and competitors' lounges.

It was practically the size of a life planet. The arena was divided into four areas for members of different cultivation levels to compete in, but Ximo had now used Immortal Divine Power to connect all the areas into one.

The spectator stands around the edge had only thirty billion seats.

This was already an enormous number. The Moling Great World had not seen such a grand occasion in a long time. Even when the lofty Immortal Spirits sparred, there had never been so many people.

"Bai Bo! Victory is certain!"

"Bai Bo! Victory is certain!"

"The Tiwala Tribe is invincible!"

The spectators in the surrounding stands were extremely fanatical. They were even shouting in the universal language of the universe, which Zhou Lin could understand as well.

"Silence!"

In midair, Ximo casually waved a hand. Space instantly seemed to solidify, and no sound could escape.

At this moment, he was a true God, the ruler of heaven and earth.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several more figures flashed into existence in the sky. Every one of them had an aura no weaker than that of Ximo, the King Immortal. The leader made even Zhou Lin feel a faint sense of unease.

"We must ensure Zhou Lin's safety." Ximo transmitted, "Although humanity's intentions are impure, we cannot let anything happen to him."

The Personal Disciple of Palace Master Tianshi, a Domain Lord from the Primal Secret Realm.

Ximo's strength was only that of a Low-Level King, so it was difficult for him to guarantee the safety of such a battle. Fortunately, neither of them was a spirit reader.

For spirit readers, victory or defeat was almost always determined by whether their mind weapons pierced through the opponent's body. Warriors, however, were different.

"Of course." The leading figure was a Limit of Immortal King. He was precisely the person who had defeated that His Highness from the Giant Axe Fighting Arena back then. He was now known as Zhou Ming Wang.

A powerhouse at the Limit of Immortal King level even had hopes of becoming a Venerable.

There were also more than ten thousand Immortal Spirits spread throughout the area, responsible for maintaining the stability of the arena. The protective net they created together was something even a Marquis could not break.

After Zhou Ming Wang arrived, Ximo, the city lord, obediently retreated behind him and yielded the position of host.

"This battle!" Zhou Ming Wang's voice rang out loudly. "Our tribe's number-one genius, Bai Bo, will face humanity's strongest genius, Zhou Lin! The battle ends when one side admits defeat or is defeated!"

Space was currently frozen, and only he could make a sound.

On the arena, Zhou Lin and Bai Bo stared at each other.

"Human genius Zhou Lin, are you certain you don't want Bai Bo's strength sealed?"

Zhou Ming Wang confirmed it once more before the match.

His status was lofty, and he had given Bai Bo guidance several times. He knew far too well what kind of strength Bai Bo possessed. Bai Bo could truly fight an Immortal.

But killing one was impossible.

The difficulty of killing an Immortal was simply far too great.

"No need." Zhou Lin was extremely self-confident. The long robe on his body had already been replaced with blue armor, and underneath it was armor formed from a Plant Lifeform.

These things were completely useless in his battle with Bai Bo. What Zhou Lin relied on was the Myriad Tribulation Primordial Body.

"Then I declare the match begun!" Zhou Ming Wang shouted.

Blue barriers rose from all directions around the arena. This prevented the sounds from the surrounding stands from entering and interfering with the competitors' state of mind.

Zhou Ming Wang remained in the air above the arena. If anything went wrong, he could intervene at any time and end the match.

Before his voice had even faded, the two figures shot forward like arrows loosed from a bow.

Their speed was so great that afterimages appeared. Even in the astonishing gravity of the Moling Great World, the two of them could still burst forth at speeds of tens of thousands of kilometers per second.

Zhou Lin drew the Featherfall Sword. This was a divine weapon, and against such a powerful opponent, he naturally had to go all out!

Bai Bo, however, disdainfully refused to take out a weapon.

When fighting a Domain Lord Ninth Stage, no matter how talented the opponent was, it was difficult to make up for the energy gap. That gap was a full thousandfold!

"Come on, fight!"

Bai Bo growled. His left hand changed from a claw into a fist, and he smashed it heavily toward Zhou Lin's face.

Boom!

Bai Bo's fist struck the ground, sending dust billowing into the air and blasting out a crater a thousand kilometers across. His expression turned solemn as he looked around. He clearly should have hit Zhou Lin just now.

At the very least, he should have struck his opponent's sword.

"An Illusory Body? Or some other method?" Zhou Ming Wang's eyes were filled with shock. He had not even understood how Zhou Lin had dodged that attack.

"In an instant, he transformed into particles and took shelter in the Void Realm. I didn't expect one percent of my attack to still penetrate."

Zhou Lin revealed his physical body. Normally, even the remaining one percent of an attack at this level would have been enough to kill countless Domain Lords, but he possessed the Myriad Tribulation Primordial Body.

Relying on his physical body alone, he could crush a Realm Lord to death.

"Quite a few tricks." Bai Bo's gaze grew solemn. He suddenly realized why Zhou Lin dared to be so confident and fight him with the strength of a Domain Lord.

The two looked at each other once more.

"Take this move!" Bai Bo drew a huge hammer from his hand, then began swinging it without any discernible pattern, stirring up waves of storms.

The storm formed tens of thousands of wind blades that continuously expanded in all directions.

"You still won't use your World Projection to suppress me?"

Zhou Lin stood where he was, unmoving and unshaken.