Outacting Each Other

Under Lu Yang's oppressive influence, Meng Jingzhou was forced to agree to the previous conditions: this time he would flatter Lu Yang, and next time Lu Yang would flatter him.

The battle between the two greatest talents of the era, though it was an act, showed neither of them holding back their full strength.

Below the arena were many battle-hardened cultivators. If they held back, it would be easy for their weaknesses to be spotted. Therefore, the two of them fought with all their might.

The two fought like the wind, their strength, speed, and reaction time leaving the contemporary prodigies competing on the same stage dumbfounded. In their presence, winning a state-level competition and representing a state was nothing special; there was still a huge gap between the prodigies.

Even those cultivators who had scattered their cultivation and were starting over were secretly alarmed.

They tried their best to rebuild their strength, but they were still no match for the true prodigies.

The great struggle is truly terrifying!

Lu Yang displayed exquisite Swordsmanship, even Mingtai was ashamed of his inferiority. Meng Jingzhou's fist techniques were even more of True Disciple the Third Elder, making full use of the advantages of body cultivation. Every part of his body was trained without any flaws, and even those Tribulation Transcendence stage ancestors could not find any fault with them.

"The Meng family bloodline was terrifying back then..."

An ancestor whispered in admiration: the Meng family caused trouble and chaos in the capital, yet they still managed to maintain their position as the number one Aristocratic Clan, relying on their undeniable absolute strength.

The strength of the Meng family made even these Tribulation Transcendence stage ancestors feel apprehensive.

The strength displayed by the Meng family was not all that they had seen.

The fist imprint is massive, imbued with masculine energy, capable of suppressing demons and ghosts, shaking the heavens and earth, indestructible, and even ferocious beasts must lie in wait beneath its magnificent fist imprint.

The Sword Qi was vast and boundless, like a river bursting its banks, severing the fist imprint.

The two fought fiercely, with neither gaining the upper hand. The watching prodigies held their breath, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding on the arena.

Only by concentrating can one keep up with the movements of the two.

These are true peers, and what they learn from them will greatly benefit their future battles.

Cough!

Caught off guard, Meng Jingzhou's Sword Qi grazed his shoulder, causing him to lose Qi and Blood, putting him at a disadvantage. Lu Yang pressed his advantage, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

"Meng Jingzhou, don't give up!"

Some people spoke their minds: Meng Jingzhou represented the pride of the era, their hope, and they did not want the Heavenly Court to win.

"Defeat this Young Master Lu!"

"Let them know that this is the Great Xia Dynasty, not the High Antiquity times when they lorded it over everyone!"

The calls reached Meng Jingzhou's ears, but unfortunately, in the face of absolute acting skills, no amount of calling could help.

"Six Heaven-Shaking Techniques!" Encouraged, Meng Jingzhou's veins bulged and his pupils became bloodshot; he was ready to fight to the death.

Lu Yang extended two fingers, smeared them on the blade, and used his blood to consecrate the sword, unleashing his ultimate move.

"Void-Piercing Swordsmanship!"

Boom!

The two drained all their spiritual power for a final showdown, raising clouds of dust.

Swish--

A figure was sent flying backward, coughing up blood repeatedly, his injuries severe.

"It was someone from the Heavenly Court who was sent flying!"

Some people were overjoyed, because the so-called Young Master Lu was seriously injured, something that had never happened before!

Lu Yang knelt on one knee, his sword stuck in the ground, stunned by the impact.

Before everyone could even rejoice, the dust settled, and Meng Jingzhou lay on the ground, blood everywhere, his breath weak, his injuries even more severe than Lu Yang's!

Meng Jingzhou twitched his fingers, struggled to open his eyes, and tried several times to get up, but his limbs seemed to be out of his control, and he couldn't stand up no matter what he did.

He had no choice but to reluctantly give up and get up.

In contrast, Lu Yang, though seriously injured and kneeling on the ground, still had the strength to laugh and speak.

The outcome is decided.

The referee gritted his teeth, knowing that letting the High Antiquity win the championship was a disgrace to the Great Xia Dynasty, but as the referee, he couldn't show favoritism to either side.

"I declare that Meng Jingzhou... has failed."

The last two words were stuck in his mouth, trembling, and it took him a long time to finally utter them.

The referee stepped forward to examine Meng Jingzhou's injuries and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the injury was serious but not fatal and would not shake his foundation.

The five Heavenly Kings stepped onto the arena and helped the young master up.

"Young Master, are you alright?"

"Cough cough, I'm not dead yet. What a satisfying battle!" Lu Yang was still laughing, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Golden Flame Heavenly King quickly took out a small medicine bottle, uncorked it, and a fragrant aroma of pills filled the entire area. He poured out two golden pills and fed them to Lu Yang. Lu Yang sat down to meditate, and his injuries and spiritual power quickly recovered.

Meng Jingzhou lost.

The contemporary prodigy, representing the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, lost.

Many people cannot accept this fact.

So close! We were so close to winning!

The Seventh Elder's pills were very effective, and Lu Yang quickly recovered. Surrounded by the Five Heavenly Kings, he stood up with a smile and looked up at the Five Great Immortal Sects leaders of the immortal sects and the First Prince Jiang Qun, who all had serious expressions.

"It seems that the prodigy of this era does have some skill; he fought well, but unfortunately, that's all he has."

These words immediately stirred up the crowd below the stage. This was too arrogant. What did he mean by "that's all"? Everyone could see that the difference between the two was negligible. Even the slightest detail could determine the outcome. If they fought again, who knew who would win!

"Young Master Lu, your words show a disregard for the prodigies of that time. You must understand that there are always people more capable than you, and the world is not yours to rule." Sect Master Lu looked at Young Master Lu meaningfully, the threat in his voice clear to anyone.

Young Master Lu sneered, seemingly mocking the ignorance of Sect Master Lu's words. "There are always people better than you, and heavens beyond heavens? That's just an excuse that mediocre people make for themselves after losing. In terms of talent, who can compare to me?"

The Netherworld King looked at the crowd below with disdain. "If it weren't for the High Antiquity immortals suppressing the young master, he could have become an immortal in High Antiquity. Why wait until today?"

Young Master Lu glanced at the solemn-looking Netherworld King and waved his hand impatiently. "Netherworld Protector, that's enough. I'm in a rare good mood today, so let's not talk about these unpleasant things."

"Yes."

The King of the Underworld fell silent, took a step back, and stood like a clay sculpture.

Everyone gasped, speechless with shock. Had this young master Lu's talent reached such a level that even immortals were envious?

What an astonishing talent this must be!

There are only four High Antiquity immortals with clear records, but there has never been any record of their talents.

In other words, Young Master Lu's talent is something that has never been recorded in any book throughout history.

"It's nothing but self-praise. Since Young Master Lu is so confident, why not give it a try and have a match with me?"

To everyone's surprise, Sect Master Lu leaped down from the stands and landed steadily on the arena.

"Speaking of which, Sect Master Lu is also at the mid-stage of the Golden Core, so he is indeed a worthy opponent. But I don't like his tone," Young Sect Master Lu said slowly, fiddling with his fingers.

The two locked eyes, as if sparks were flying. The five Heavenly Kings wisely withdrew to avoid spoiling the young master's enjoyment.

"Shall we go then?"

"Come!"