A Dead End Ahead, No Way Back-A Certain Death

Cangming's expression shifted rapidly.

He hadn't expected that he had spent so much time observing the battle, analyzing Chu Wujiu's fighting style, and even taking into account the effects of the Black Mist's erosion before devising his close-quarters tactics.

It was broken by such a brutal and unreasonable headbutt.

This fact was even harder for him to accept than the wound on his chest that was being relentlessly eroded by murderous intent.

"Cough..."

He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The murderous aura emanating from my chest is still spreading; I must buy some time to stabilize my injuries...

Thinking of this, Cangming took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and looked at Chu Wujiu, whose brow was visible on the Dharma Manifestation opposite him:

"What a pity."

His voice regained its calmness, even carrying a hint of regret:

"If you were already at the Heavenly Venerable Realm, that halberd strike just now... I would already be dead."

He paused, his gaze sharp:

"I've heard that your Human Race, after reaching the Supreme Realm, wastes a lot of time on the useless 'Supernatural Realm'?"

The cultivation systems of the two races diverged significantly in this generation.

In Foreign Lands, there are no realms like Celestial Person or Divine Ability; after reaching the Supreme Being, one goes directly to the Heavenly Venerable.

Therefore, while Chu Wujiu was still honing his skills in the Supernatural Realm, Cangming had already stepped into the Heavenly Venerable — his Dharma Manifestation was more solid, and his power was more terrifying.

The difference of being one major realm apart will be magnified to the point of being almost insurmountable in the competition of the Heaven and Earth Dharma Manifestation.

Chu Wujiu grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, but didn't respond to the topic of cultivation level at all.

"Are you trying to stall for time?"

He nodded to himself, his tone knowing:

"My murderous aura, 'Destiny Aspect of Killing and Judgment,' must be unbearable, right? Does it feel like countless needles are piercing your wounds, and every bit of Spiritual Power you use is devoured?"

Cangming's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously adopted a more rigorous defensive stance, ready for Chu Wujiu to launch a surprise attack at any moment.

However, Chu Wujiu changed the subject:

"How about I make a suggestion?"

He pointed to the arena below:

"Let's put away the Heaven and Earth Law and go down below to fight."

"This should be... just the right suggestion for you, right?"

This is a direct, even somewhat harsh, statement, but it is the truth.

Cangming's Heaven and Earth Law was severely injured, and the killing intent was constantly eroding it. If he continued to maintain his Dharma Manifestation and fight head-on, it would only hasten his collapse.

By withdrawing the Dharma Manifestation, the killing intent can at least be eliminated, bringing the battle back to the relatively "fair" level of physical body and Divine Ability.

The problem is--

"You think you can defeat me without using the Heaven and Earth Law?" Cangming's voice turned cold.

Chu Wujiu nodded, his tone as calm as if stating a simple fact:

"Actually, I can defeat you whether I use the Heaven and Earth Law or not."

He paused, then added:

"It's just that if I don't use it, it will take less to exert on me."

There was no sarcasm, no scheming, just straightforward truth.

But the more truthful it is, the angrier it gets.

Cangming remained silent for a moment.

On the arena, the dark blue Giant Spirit Aspect began to fade and dissipate, eventually turning into a stream of light and returning to Cangming's body.

Almost simultaneously, Chu Wujiu's blood-blue Heavenly Fate Dharma Manifestation also gradually faded away.

The two returned to the arena in their true forms.

After landing, Chu Wujiu casually stretched his shoulders.

Then he looked at Cangming and said very directly:

"Next--"

He raised his right hand and made a fist:

"I'll punch your upper body in the face and smash it to pieces."

Below the arena, on the Human Race side...

Upon hearing this, Li Xuan and the others were taken aback at first, then almost simultaneously chuckled and shook their heads.

"Should I say he's honest?" Ji Wuchen rubbed his temples helplessly, "Or should I say he's stupid... How could he actually say something like that?"

Zhao Lingyun couldn't help but twitch his lips. "What is this? A pre-battle announcement?"

On the ring.

Upon hearing this, Cangming smiled.

I laughed in anger.

"Indeed..." He shook his head, and dark cyan Spiritual Power began to slowly rise around him. "I've been completely underestimated."

Even as he said this, several thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant:

Is it some kind of trick?

Is it a deliberate statement to attack the front, but actually a veiled attack on the side or back?

Or perhaps... the plan is to combine it with some kind of powerful, one-time-use magic Law Treasure to forcibly break through the frontal defenses?

We must not be careless.

Cangming secretly channeled his Spiritual Power, focusing his defense on the front, but the Protective Astral Energy on his sides and back also quietly thickened by several layers.

At the same time, an inconspicuous dark blue scale quietly appeared in the palm of his left hand.

That was one of his trump cards, capable of instantly deploying an absolute defense strong enough to withstand a Heavenly Venerable's attack.

The instant Cangming completed these preparations—

"They're here!"

Chu Wujiu roared and stomped forward with his right foot!

It wasn't a sudden advance, just a simple step onto the ground.

But in that instant when he took that solid step, he threw a punch—

Buzz!!!

A massive fist shadow, formed entirely from an extremely solidified crimson killing intent, appeared out of thin air in front of his fist!

It moved so fast that it tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek!

"Supernatural Law: Killing Fist Seal!"

That's too fast!

Before the fist even arrived, the fierce wind from the punch was already rushing towards you like a tangible blade!

The moment the hair on Cangming's forehead was violently pulled back, the dark blue scale on his left palm also shone brightly, instantly unfolding a thick light shield in front of him!

He was right—it's heads!

But that doesn't mean it can be blocked.

This attack... it's no ordinary punch!

It is Supernatural Law that directly manifests an arm that is "Destiny Aspect of Killing and Judgment," and then unleashes a punch!

Click!!!

The moment the blood-blue fist imprint collided with the light shield, the life-saving scales that were powerful enough to withstand Heavenly Venerable's attack instantly shattered into countless fragments!

The fist imprint pierced through the light shield, its momentum undiminished, and slammed solidly into Cangming's chest.

There was no stalemate, no resistance.

It's like stabbing a red-hot iron rod into snow.

Cangming's upper body—including his chest, arms, neck, and head.

The moment the fists made contact, they exploded into a cloud of blood mist and bone fragments!

With only his two legs remaining, he was lifted up by the lingering force of the punch and fell helplessly back onto the ring floor with two dull thuds.

The Supernatural Realm versus the Heavenly Venerable Realm.

One punch.

His upper body was completely shattered, leaving no trace of his remains.

The entire arena was deathly silent.

The commotion from the Alien Race faction abruptly ceased, and countless faces were filled with disbelief and horror.

The Human Race also fell into a brief state of shock.

No one expected the battle to end so lopsidedly, in such an instant.

And just as Cangming's mangled body hit the ground—

From the Alien Race faction, a Gray Shadow silently stepped onto the arena.

He wore a long robe, had a handsome face, but his aura was as gloomy as an eternal night.

Before anyone could react, he was already standing in front of Chu Wujiu, gently pressing down with his palm.

The movements were so elegant they were almost casual.

Bang!

Chu Wujiu as if a mountain had collapsed, spitting out a mouthful of blood and flying backward to his knees.

He tried to stand up, but his arms trembled violently— the Black Mist's corrosive power, combined with the yin energy of the palm strike, threatened to shatter his bones and muscles, making it impossible for him to rise.

The Gray Shadow did not press its advantage. It glanced at Cangming's crippled leg, remained silent for a moment, and then uttered a single word:

"Stupid."

"He said he'd punch you to pieces, and you just stood there waiting?"

"Hopelessly stupid."

After speaking, he turned around, his deep eyes falling on Chu Wujiu, his voice still calm:

"Top ten in the Outer Academy"

"Ye Wuhen."

The moment the words fell--

Ye Wuhen's figure suddenly blurred.

When everyone's attention refocused, he was already standing less than three feet in front of Chu Wujiu.

He raised his hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and gently pressed down on Chu Wujiu's crown.

This seemingly slow press caused the entire arena space to freeze instantly!

The terrifying pressure was like a mountain collapsing and the sea crashing down, pinning the already Chu Wujiu to the spot, making him unable to even lift a finger!

"Stop--!!"

On the stage, Xiang Haoran and leaped into action!

"Damn it! Don't you dare die on your own!"

On the other side, Yan Wujin's Heaven -Burning Heaven Aspect was engulfed in a violent surge of crimson-gold flames, nearly scorching the heavens!

The two roared and charged forward, but were tightly entangled by their respective opponents and unable to break free for the time being.

"It's time to change!" Below the arena, Li Xuan's eyes sharpened, and his Spiritual Power surged as he prepared to step onto the stage.

"Calm down!" Ji Wuchen pressed his shoulder firmly, his gaze sweeping over the menacing figures in the opposing Alien Race camp. "The battle has already begun. If we go in now, we'll just be giving them a reason to break the rules."

"Didn't they launch a sneak attack first?!"

At this critical moment—

Ye Wuhen's hand, which was about to strike, suddenly stopped in mid-air.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze passing over the boiling arena and the noisy crowd, looking into the distance.

The others were puzzled, but when they followed the gaze, they froze instantly.

There--

A figure had appeared in the darkness without anyone noticing.

Without revealing even a trace of its power, it caused heaven and earth to focus, and mountains and seas to hold their breath—all the battle cries, shouts, and heated discussions on and off the arena froze completely.

In the frozen Deathly Stillness, someone subconsciously looked up at the sky, their voice trembling:

"... Are you angry?"

He didn't know who was angry, nor did he know why he felt this way.

I felt a heavy, oppressive anger spreading from all directions, making it hard to breathe.

That wasn't rage, that wasn't fury.

Instead, it was a suppressed, almost icy... divine wrath.