Chapter 252: 251 You Killed Your Nephew!?

There aren't many cultivators here with a Daohao, or rather, the vast majority of cultivators don't have a "Daohao" at all; it's the same in the Tianyuan Realm where Wang Wu comes from. Only some sects have the habit of taking a Daohao, not all.

During his stay here, Wang Wu hasn't seen any cultivators with a Daohao; of course, there is one: his Daohao is You Xuanzi. Wang Wu doesn't recall whether he has heard that Daohao before, but even if he has, that's normal.

After all, some Daohao names are rather trendy, the kind that are very common—among a crowd of cultivators, a single shout can elicit several echoes.

Naturally, that Daohao is unique here, since Wang Wu has only ever seen that one cultivator with a Daohao up to now.

You Xuanzi is the female cultivator currently watching Wang Wu fight here, and the one who has been beating him all this time.

Of course, she's also the female cultivator who finds Wang Wu quite disagreeable.

But it must be admitted that Wang Wu's fighting spirit earns You Xuanzi's admiration; at least she admits she cannot reach that level herself.

That kind of death‑defying refusal to submit, even if it means exhausting all strength to bite off a piece of the opponent…

"I surrender!"

Yet the moment the thought arose, You Xuanzi heard Wang Wu shout those words, and she froze instantly.

And not only her—every cultivator present watching the battle was stunned when they heard Wang Wu's shout.

Because such a thing has never happened before.

In their minds, Wang Wu would never surrender, nor could he; the only thing he would do is accept others' surrender, or be taken down by the cultivator in charge of the training arena.

After all, if he didn't act, he might truly be killed.

But now, they hear from this martial lunatic a word they've never heard and never thought they'd hear.

That word is "surrender".

It's hard to imagine Wang Wu surrendering, but he indeed did.

From the moment Wang Wu and Di Yi Tianwu first engaged until now, only a few minutes have passed.

Yet in those few minutes, the two have already exchanged an unknown number of rounds.

The aftereffects of their battle cannot be called aftereffects; they are more like void attacks—though the energy was reclaimed instantly, its power could still pulverize a planet in an instant.

Damn, with such terrifying power and super‑fast speed, what can resist or fight back…

Ugh, that's exaggerated.

At least there are people on this planet who can beat Wang Wu, and there are many strong ones in the universe who could defeat a fully powered Di Yi Tianwu.

Nevertheless, the duel between Wang Wu and Di Yi Tianwu this time was certainly a spectacle to the fullest.

It's a completely different style, or rather, a system extremely rare in this place.

This place isn't traditional xianxia—actually, it's not xianxia at all; it's xuanhuan.

And in a xuanhuan world, "martial" is essential.

For example, the true‑realm warriors of Tianyuan, or true‑Dao warriors.

Here, those "true‑Dao warriors" have another name: Body Cultivators.

Unlike the sword cultivators of the Tianyuan Realm, the Body Cultivators here are the same as the true‑Dao warriors of Tianyuan, just a different term.

And they're even stronger.

Like the true‑Dao warriors of Tianyuan, Body Cultivators here are also a relatively noble profession, a rare branch within the true‑Dao cultivator category.

They demand exceptionally high talent, possess tremendous combat power, and can use many special minor skills, making their value within the true‑Dao power system substantial.

Of course, like the true‑Dao warriors there, Body Cultivators here also have a "Realm Express"; once they can enter, they can go straight through to…

Ugh, roughly the third grade in Earth's martial power system; what it's called here doesn't matter, it's unimportant.

And after that, the Realm Express still exists, though the jumps aren't as large; the minor realms within a major realm require no breakthrough, allowing direct attainment of completeness before moving on to the next major realm.

You Xuanzi is a Body Cultivator, so compared to other cultivators she can naturally glean more from the battle between Wang Wu and Di Yi Tianwu.

She can also learn a lot.

She doesn't know Di Yi Tianwu, but can clearly sense his strength, and unlike Wang Wu, his presence radiates a righteous aura that instinctively earns her respect.

As a senior of Yunguang City and a righteous powerhouse, Di Yi Tianwu's demeanor is, of course, impeccable.

He doesn't need to do anything; just standing there, the righteous aura naturally emanates.

Can't help it—righteous characters are like that, with a lofty spirit that endures.

As for occasional brutality, that's an Earthling trait; it's normal among Earthlings, and it's just a bit brutal, not wanton slaughter.

"What do you think this is?"

When Wang Wu shouted surrender, Di Yi Tianwu didn't stop; instead, he accelerated, rushed to Wang Wu's front, grabbed his throat, and said coldly:

"You haven't reached your limit yet, and you already surrender? Where has your warrior spirit gone?"

"B-but, but…" Wang Wu, while being choked by Di Yi Tianwu, tried to explain, but the next moment he was cut off and then thrown away.

At the same time, as he vanished in a flash several light‑years away, the beam fired from Di Yi Tianwu's fingertip arrived simultaneously.

It struck his forehead.

There was no surprise; Wang Wu's brain was pierced instantly. He couldn't dodge, because it was impossible to evade.

Di Yi Tianwu finally halted, delivering this finishing blow.

Its speed was extreme, so fast that even the cultivator trying to intervene only managed to appear at the very last moment.

Before he could act, everything was already over.

"What are you doing!!?"

The cultivator, seeing Wang Wu's brain pierced, turned his head and shouted at Di Yi Tianwu:

"Isn't he— isn't he your nephew!!!?"

"Yes," Di Yi Tianwu nodded, and approached

"But you— you killed him!!??"

"Who says I killed him?" Di Yi Tianwu looked at the other with a strange expression, "How could I not know my nephew's level? Of course I have restraint."

"B-but...!" The cultivator wanted to say something, but the next moment, he was stunned.

Because Wang Wu's forehead no longer showed any wound, and not only that, he could even sit up now, constantly rubbing his own head.

"No, not dead!?"

(End of chapter)