Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 305: Chapter 303: Unyielding

Although Fire-Burning Cloud Lake was merely a wondrous realm, it was actually the core of a certain Saint’s Blessed Land.

This special type of wondrous realm could withstand far more than others.

「Seven days later.」

The martial arts arena was packed with people.

This was a duel between two young Great Saints, and no one wanted to miss it.

Furthermore, this duel could be seen as a preview of a clash between Muri Guang Huang and Hei Liwu.

"Muri Guang Huang is here!"

The crowd gasped, looking up.

A black coffin emerged from the mist.

Muri Guang Huang sat upon the black coffin, her expression serene.

Her features were exquisite, her figure petite. Dressed in flowing white robes, she resembled a celestial fairy who had wandered into the mortal world, exuding an air of transcendent grace.

Behind her, Muri Guanglong, Zhang Ye, and the others appeared in succession, following in her wake.

"The Light Phoenix is truly worthy of her title as a former monarch. Her presence is simply breathtaking."

"They say the Light Phoenix perceived a Great Sage Dream Realm and even passed through its first two levels. I can only imagine what kind of skills she must have acquired."

The people marveled, praising the Light Phoenix’s renowned name.

As they were talking, a crimson glow filled the distant sky, and a fleet of Cloud Boats appeared.

"Hei Liwu has arrived as well!"

Another gasp went through the crowd.

A deep, dark passage materialized and shattered open, releasing the faint sound of galloping warhorses.

Then, a formidable figure appeared, standing tall in the clouds, facing Muri Guang Huang from afar.

It was none other than Hei Liwu.

Behind Hei Liwu, figures like Black Tower City and his retinue hovered silently in the air.

"Hei Liwu’s presence is even more commanding. He is truly a former hegemon who has mastered the ’Converging Power Flow’."

"I heard he also perceived a Great Sage Dream Realm, earning endless praise from Dean Chenri. It seems his foundation is by no means inferior to the Light Phoenix’s."

At that moment, the crowd was awed by the presence of Muri Guang Huang and Hei Liwu.

One was number one on the Celestial Ranking, the other number two.

But without a doubt, they were the absolute apex among the Saint Institute’s students—two reigning overlords!

If not for their pursuit of the boons from topping the Celestial Ranking and achieving Great Perfection, they could trigger their Saint Tribulation at any moment and ascend to sainthood.

Now, their arrival had captured most of the attention.

HUMMM, HUMMMMM, HUMMMMMMM...

Fifteen minutes later.

A vast, heavenly sound began to vibrate, ringing out in all directions.

As everyone watched, a huge water-mirror screen materialized in the arena, clearly displaying the scene within Fire-Burning Cloud Lake.

Cloud Lake churned, sending up endless, fiery waves.

Countless interwoven patterns spread across the area, creating a dazzling and spectacular sight.

But even more dazzling were the two martial figures standing on opposite sides.

Dongli!

Fang Yang!

Dongli was clad in Profound Armor, a great cauldron floating above his head.

His expression was cold, his physique lean and powerful. He stood out as a dragon among men.

Though his heart seethed with rage, his demeanor was stable and composed. His eyes were like the Soul River, gleaming with a light in which myriad spirits rose and fell, and the divine form of a True Dragon even seemed to be coiled within their depths.

Fang Yang had a flame-patterned robe draped over his shoulders and held a battle spear in his hand.

His face was calm, his posture as straight as a spear or a sword. His bearing was heroic and imposing, inspiring a natural sense of awe.

He was so calm it was unsettling to many onlookers.

If not for the overwhelming torrent of vital energy rising from him, many might have thought he wasn’t there to fight Dongli at all.

The moment they faced each other, they locked eyes, and a brilliant light erupted from their gazes.

BOOM!

Their gazes clashed with the sharp ring of swords.

The collision erupted in a brilliant shower of light.

In an instant, bolts of lightning flared in the void, setting off a series of thunderous cracks.

The already turbulent Cloud Lake was utterly scattered, losing all form.

The official bout had yet to begin, but the two were already testing one another.

And the result of this initial test was a stalemate; they were evenly matched.

Outside the arena, many spectators looked on in shock, certain this was going to be a battle between titans.

By the same token, one could even consider it a clash of destinies!

Whoever won would be using the other as a stepping stone to greater heights.

"Something’s not right." Muri Guang Huang and Hei Liwu both narrowed their eyes, observing Fang Yang intently.

"’All warfare is based on deception. It is a matter of life and death, a road to either safety or ruin. Hence it is a subject of inquiry which can on no account be neglected.’ ’I never thought Fang Yang would have grasped the essence of the Way of the Soldier,’ Chenri the Great Saint lamented internally."

To experts like them, a mere clash of auras was enough to reveal a great deal.

Dongli had already lost.

As everyone knew, Dongli’s Quasi-Mount Tai, the Soldier Star Great Saint, was a Great Saint from the school of the Way of the Soldier.

Within the school of the Way of the Soldier, there were four main branches: Strategy, Positioning, Yin-Yang, and Techniques.

The school of Positioning, for instance, was described as: "move like thunder, rise like the wind; strike second, yet arrive first; separate and combine, turn and depart; ever-changing, you overwhelm the enemy with speed and agility."

Strangely, in such a tense atmosphere, Fang Yang calmly employed the art of ’Military Yin-Yang’.

DONG...

A bell tolled from within Fire-Burning Cloud Lake.

The chime seemed to descend from the nine heavens themselves. It was deafening yet resonant, its clear, distant tone rolling forth as if from the Immortal Realm, powerful enough to wash over one’s very Soul.

The battle had begun.

At that moment, Dongli roared, his wild hair flailing.

"Die!"

Dongli’s gaze was ice-cold. Moving like a Flood Dragon, he shot into the air and threw a punch at Fang Yang.

The great cauldron above his head vibrated, sending down strands of ethereal light that caused a dragon’s soul to manifest around his fist.

Even more astonishingly, the Soul River True Dragon behind him seemed to have solidified to its absolute limit, as if a Dharma Aspect had been made manifest. It let out thunderous roars, attempting to shatter Fang Yang’s very Soul.

From the very first move, Dongli put all his cards on the table, holding nothing back.

「At the same time.」

Fang Yang, on the other hand, also unleashed his full power.

Sea of Fire Skill! Thunderous Strike Skill! Thunderfire Wings...

Golden Tai Chi Diagram!

BOOM...

The vast Golden Tai Chi Diagram unfurled, and the Black Kunchen Illusion erupted from it—fierce, domineering, and relentless. It was an aura of absolute, unrivaled supremacy!

Fang Yang shot into the air, making no attempt to dodge, and met Dongli head-on.

First, his battle spear collided with the cauldron, then the two met fist to fist.

It was a direct, physical clash, with no tricks or feints.

The next moment, it was as if a star had exploded between them, sending out endless showers of light in all directions.

The collision of their power was too ferocious. Neither would yield, both determined to beat the other into submission, blow by blow.

In a flash, Fire-Burning Cloud Lake erupted with a deafening roar. A violent hurricane raged, and the area was inundated by a river of starlight and a web of lightning-fast runes.

Within the brilliant curtain of light, the two continued their battle, their forms blurring into a thousand afterimages in a dazzling and incredibly fierce exchange.

All around them, various runes intertwined and the very rhythm of the Dao flowed.

Among all the students, only a select few, such as Muri Guang Huang and Hei Liwu, could clearly follow the battle.

Sen Hui wore a worried expression, while Caiwei’s brow was tightly furrowed.

DONG...

Another bell tolled from within Fire-Burning Cloud Lake.

The deafening chime shocked everyone, both inside and outside the arena, back to their senses.

The battle was over.

The fight, which lasted no more than ten breaths, was over.

The hurricane dissipated, the light faded, and the rhythm of the Dao vanished.

The spectators craned their necks, eager to see the outcome.

In the void, Dongli was on one knee, his hair disheveled and his body covered in blood.

Opposite him, Fang Yang stood with his clothes immaculate, looking as calm and unruffled as a gentle breeze.

"I... lost?!" Dongli’s eyes were vacant.

He vaguely heard something inside him shatter.

With that, his eyes closed, and he collapsed, unconscious.

Seeing this, Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint and the other Saints present hurried to cast spells to save him.

As everyone watched, Fang Yang, one hand behind his back, walked slowly away as Cyan Lotuses bloomed with his every step.

From this day forth, his place as number one on the Earth Ranking was undisputed!

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