The Sparring Begins, Absolutely Brilliant

Each phantom of the Immortal King's dharma body seemed to be recounting an ancient and mysterious tale. Their aura permeated the entire Prodigy Arena, causing every cultivator present to feel a profound sense of shock.

These Immortal King phantoms varied in nature—some were mighty and domineering, others agile and ethereal, and some vast and unfathomable. Each possessed a unique charm, as if showcasing their glorious history and boundless power to the world.

Their presence rendered the Prodigy Arena solemn and sacred, as if it were an inviolable holy ground.

Gazing at the arena shrouded by the Immortal King's dharma bodies, the many prodigies could feel a powerful, invincible force. This sense of invincibility stemmed not only from the phantoms and the arena itself but also from the deep-seated conviction and determination within their own hearts.

"Su Li, Thunder Emperor."

"Enter the arena!"

A True Immortal's booming voice rang out, echoing across the entire grounds.

Following the True Immortal's resonant call, Su Li and Thunder Emperor stepped into the Prodigy Arena.

Su Li was dressed in a purple-gold robe, looking refined and elegant, much like a graceful young nobleman.

A smile played on his face, and his eyes shimmered with confident light. His gait was composed, as if he were strolling through his own manor, radiating an aura of invincibility.

Thunder Emperor was entirely different; his tall, burly frame was covered in a layer of purple armor. His faintly visible muscles were as hard as iron and stone, and his footsteps were steady and powerful, each step seemingly shaking the ground.

His handsome face bore a resolute expression, and his gaze was as sharp as lightning, making it difficult for others to meet his eyes. The true intent of the Dao of Thunder emanated a formidable pressure.

As the two slowly entered the field, they felt as if an invisible force had instantly enveloped them the moment they stepped inside.

This aura was powerful and majestic, like the roar of an ancient beast or the sheer might of heaven and earth. The towering stone walls surrounding them stood like giants guarding this mysterious land, silent and solemn.

The interior of the arena was vast; looking ahead, the stone walls met at the horizon, forming a natural coliseum. Fine gravel covered the ground, each pebble appearing to hold the traces of time.

A breeze blew, causing the pebbles to roll and emit a rustling sound, like the drumbeats of battle, stirring the heartstrings of all who heard it.

Standing in the center of the arena, the two felt the surrounding air heavy with a sense of oppression.

It was a silent challenge and an unspoken declaration. The two seemed to hear the thunderous roar of ancient war drums and see the peerless prodigies of the past engaging in legendary battles here.

Outside the Prodigy Arena, the crowd was bustling and lively.

One was the heir of an Immortal King, possessing the bloodline of an Immortal King; the other was the most gifted prodigy among the Ten Fiends, mastering unparalleled laws of the Dao of Thunder.

People's faces were filled with anticipation and excitement. They gathered in small groups, whispering about the upcoming prodigy duel.

Suddenly, a projection from inside the arena manifested outward, and a massive beam of light enveloped the entire field. A burst of cheers and applause erupted from the crowd, and the fervent atmosphere instantly soared.

The figures of Su Li and Thunder Emperor appeared, their postures heroic and upright, their presence extraordinary.

The onlookers gazed up at the massive projection, their eyes gleaming with fanaticism. They knew that an unprecedented battle of prodigies was about to unfold—a heart-stirring showdown.

"I am truly looking forward to this; I wonder who will gain the upper hand," said a young prodigy dressed in black, wearing a bronze sword at his waist.

"Ancestor Wang Su Li is a born supreme, unprecedented in history. His innate talent is so extraordinary that it leaves others in the dust. His strength is unfathomable; no one can guess his true power."

"And Thunder Emperor attained the status of Human Dao Supreme at the age of 507. His talent is peerless in the world, his cultivation of the Dao of Thunder is profound and mysterious, and he commands powerful thunderous force. His strength is equally formidable, leaving one in awe."

"Ancestor Wang, please enlighten me!" Thunder Emperor cupped his fists, his gaze burning with rising battle intent. His eyes shimmered with firm resolve, as if he were fully prepared for a great battle with Ancestor Wang.

"Hmm." Su Li responded softly, raising his hands to cup them in return. His expression was as calm as water, as if everything were within his grasp.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze. A tense atmosphere permeated between the two, and the spectators outside the arena held their breath, waiting for the duel to begin.

Suddenly, Thunder Emperor launched his attack, his powerful supreme aura surging and spreading like thunder.

In a flash, he arrived before Su Li, swinging a fist imbued with the domineering true intent of the Dao of Thunder, striking fiercely at Su Li.

At that moment, sonic booms cracked through the air, and the power of his fist was vast. Thunder Emperor's strike seemed capable of tearing the heavens and earth asunder, leaving the onlookers outside the arena gasping in amazement.

Su Li reacted with lightning speed, instantly manifesting a defensive light barrier to obstruct the speed of Thunder Emperor's attack.

His eyes then narrowed, and his figure vanished from the spot, reappearing to the left of Thunder Emperor.

Su Li threw a punch, colliding with Thunder Emperor's fist. Instantly, a powerful shockwave rippled outward, as if an invisible wave of energy were spreading through the air.

The collision between Su Li and Thunder Emperor was like falling stars, shaking the hearts of all who watched.

Thunder Emperor's fist was like the hammer of a Thunder God, carrying the force of a thousand thunderbolts.

Electric currents flickered across every knuckle, making the very air tremble. These currents crackled in the air like torn silk, sending shivers down the spines of those watching.

The clash between the two grew increasingly intense.

Excitement filled Thunder Emperor's face, his eyes bright and piercing. In his eyes, Su Li was the opponent he had long awaited.

For him, this duel was more than just a fight; it was a showdown between true powerhouses!

Facing Thunder Emperor's onslaught, Su Li's eyes were as deep as the sea, seemingly capable of swallowing all light.

His figure remained as steady as a mountain, unshaken by the thunderous power of his opponent. He did not retreat, choosing instead to meet the attack head-on.

"Six Paths Reincarnation Fist!"

Su Li gave a soft shout, his tone filled with the spirit of invincibility. Yin and Yang energy swirled around his fist, as if enacting the cycle of life and death for all things in heaven and earth.

With his soft shout, the surrounding air seemed to solidify, and time appeared to slow its pace. His fist gradually became translucent, as if traversing space, presenting a posture that transcended reality.

The Yin and Yang energy swirled around Su Li's fist like two intertwined cyclones. They rotated and merged, forming a perfect Taiji pattern.

This pattern seemed to come alive, moving and engraving itself onto the back of Su Li's hand, augmenting his peerless combat power.

The Taiji pattern displayed black and white colors, intertwined and interdependent, as if recounting the most fundamental law of heaven and earth.