Every phantom of an Immortal King's Dharma body seemed to tell an ancient, mysterious tale. Their auras permeated the entire Prodigy Arena, filling every cultivator present with a profound shock.
Some of these phantoms were imposing and majestic, others graceful and ethereal, and still others vast and elusive. Each possessed a unique charm, as though displaying their glorious histories and boundless power to the world.
Their presence made the Prodigy Arena even more solemn and sacred, as if it were an inviolable holy ground.
Gazing at the Prodigy Arena enveloped by the Immortal King's Dharma bodies, the many prodigies could feel an overwhelming, invincible power. This sense of invincibility came not only from the phantoms and the arena, but also from the faith and resolve deep within them.
"Su Li, Thunder Emperor."
"Enter the arena!"
A True Immortal's booming voice rang out, carrying across the Martial Arena.
At the True Immortal's resounding call, Su Li and Thunder Emperor walked into the Prodigy Arena.
Su Li wore a purple-and-gold robe and carried himself with refined grace, like an elegant young gentleman.
A smile played on his face, and his eyes shone with confidence. He walked with unhurried ease, as if strolling through his own residence, radiating an aura of invincibility.
Thunder Emperor was entirely different. His tall, powerfully built frame was covered in purple armor, and the muscles visible beneath it were hard as iron and stone. His steps were steady and strong, each one seeming to shake the earth.
His handsome face bore a resolute expression, and his gaze was sharp as lightning, too intimidating to meet. The true meaning of the Thunder Dao radiated formidable power.
The two walked slowly into the arena. The moment they stepped inside, they felt an invisible force instantly envelop them.
This aura was powerful and imposing, like the roar of an ancient beast or the might of heaven and earth. The towering stone walls surrounding them seemed like giants guarding this mysterious place, silent and solemn.
The Martial Arena was incomparably vast. Looking into the distance, the stone walls met at the edge of sight, forming a natural coliseum. Fine gravel covered the ground, every stone seeming to hold the marks of time.
A breeze passed through, and the gravel rolled with a rustling sound, like the drumbeats of battle, stirring everyone's hearts.
The two stood at the center of the Martial Arena, sensing a heavy pressure in the air around them.
It was a wordless challenge, and an unspoken declaration. The two seemed to hear ancient war drums booming and see the peerless prodigies of ages past waging epic battles here.
Outside the Prodigy Arena, crowds bustled with excitement.
One was the child of an Immortal King, bearing an Immortal King's bloodline; the other was the most gifted prodigy among the Ten Fiends, wielding peerless laws of thunder.
Anticipation and excitement shone on people's faces. They gathered in groups of three or five, whispering about the prodigy duel that was about to begin.
Suddenly, an image from inside the arena appeared outside, and a vast projection enveloped the entire grounds. Cheers and applause erupted from the crowd, and the already heated atmosphere soared.
The figures of Su Li and Thunder Emperor appeared in the projection, both tall and imposing, their auras extraordinary.
The spectators gazed up at the enormous projection, their eyes flashing with fervor. They knew a prodigy battle unlike any before was about to unfold—a thrilling showdown.
"I can hardly wait. I wonder who'll come out on top," said a young prodigy dressed in black, a bronze sword at his waist.
"Ancestor Wang Su Li is Born Supreme, an unparalleled talent unseen throughout history. His gifts are beyond compare, and his true strength is unfathomable—impossible to gauge."
"Thunder Emperor, meanwhile, attained the Human Dao Supreme realm at the age of 507. His talent is peerless, and his mastery of the Thunder Dao is unfathomably profound. He commands tremendous lightning power, and his strength is just as formidable. It's astonishing."
"Ancestor Wang, please enlighten me!" Thunder Emperor clasped his hands, his gaze blazing as fighting spirit surged within him. His eyes shone with unwavering resolve, as if he were already prepared to battle Ancestor Wang.
"Mm." Su Li gave a quiet reply, raised his hands, and returned the salute. His expression was as calm as still water, as if everything were under his control.
At that moment, the air seemed to freeze. Tension filled the space between them, while the spectators outside the arena held their breath, waiting for the duel to begin.
Suddenly, Thunder Emperor launched his attack. His powerful aura as a Supreme surged and spread like thunder.
With a flicker, he appeared before Su Li. His fist, imbued with the overbearing true meaning of the Thunder Dao, swung down in a fierce blow.
The air cracked with sonic booms, and his fist's might surged like a raging tide. That single punch seemed capable of ripping heaven and earth apart, leaving the spectators outside the arena gasping in amazement.
Su Li reacted with astonishing speed, instantly conjuring a defensive barrier of light to impede Thunder Emperor's attack.
Then his gaze sharpened. His figure vanished in an instant, only to reappear at Thunder Emperor's left.
Su Li threw a punch, colliding with Thunder Emperor's fist. A powerful shock wave burst outward, spreading through the air like an invisible wave of energy.
Their collision was like a falling star, shaking the heart.
Thunder Emperor's fist was like the hammer of the Thunder God, carrying the force of a thousand bolts.
Electricity flickered across every knuckle, as if even the air were trembling. The currents crackled around them like silk being torn, sending a shiver through all who heard them.
Their clash grew fiercer and fiercer.
Excitement lit Thunder Emperor's face, and his eyes shone brightly. To him, Su Li was the opponent he had been eagerly awaiting.
This duel was more than just a battle to him—it was a clash between the strong!
Facing Thunder Emperor's attacks, Su Li's gaze was deep as the sea, as though it could swallow every glimmer of light.
He stood firm as a mountain, unmoved by Thunder Emperor's thunderous power. He didn't retreat; instead, he chose to meet the attack head-on.
"Six Paths Reincarnation Fist!"
Su Li gave a low shout, his voice brimming with invincibility. Yin and yang flowed through his fists, as if enacting the cycle of life and death of all things in heaven and earth.
At his shout, the air around him seemed to freeze, and time itself seemed to slow. His fist gradually turned translucent, as if it had crossed through space and taken on a form beyond reality.
Yin and yang flowed through Su Li's fist like two intertwined whirlwinds. They spun, merging with each other until they formed a perfect taiji symbol.
The symbol seemed to come alive, gliding across the back of Su Li's hand and imprinting itself there, granting him peerless combat power.
The taiji symbol was black and white, its halves intertwined and interdependent, as if telling of the most fundamental law between heaven and earth.
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