Chapter 883

"Too arrogant!"

"Cowardly lizard? Lei Di merely ignored you before!"

"That's right! Don't think you're that strong!"

"......"

To provide the best viewing experience, sound collection devices were placed everywhere around the arena.

Meng Ke's wildly arrogant words echoed throughout the entire stadium, instantly igniting fury among the audience, who all began shouting in condemnation.

"Indigenous? Just remnants of the last era, acting so superior."

In the VIP box, Su Qingli's voice was icy.

Beside her, Ling Shuang, Song Qiuyun, and Jiang Chu also looked displeased.

Ordinary spectators might not know what "indigenous" meant, but they, having learned the opponent's origin from Xu Jingming, understood perfectly.

Using such a term to describe them was undeniably the height of arrogance.

"Old brother is as flamboyant as ever."

In another VIP lounge, Meng Yu, tall and standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, shook her head at the sight.

Although she too had defeated many prodigies, including Catherine.

But never in any match had she behaved with such arrogance.

Of course,

she didn't think this behavior was particularly problematic.

After all, for today's Blue Planet, whether in technology or martial cultivation, their Jin Nation led the world.

Calling them "indigenous" wasn't unreasonable.

"Pity this guy—he's handsome, but destined only to become our stepping stone."

But after completing the High Priestess's mission and fully opening the passage, we could invite him to join our Xinhuo Divine Temple."

"With the strength he's shown, he should pass the temple's 'Mingguang' certification."

Gazing at the calm, upright figure below, Meng Yu's beautiful eyes flickered with faint admiration.

She and Meng Ke were both Mingguang-level; Ge Lin was even higher—Yaoguang-level.

Above that lay the even higher Jiguang level.

Yet in the Divine Temple, where prodigies were countless, only one person had ever passed Jiguang certification...

On the arena, Meng Ke also heard the tsunami of angry shouts.

Yet his expression didn't change; if anything, it grew even more arrogant:

"Did I say anything wrong?"

"Of the 24 opponents I've fought before, not one was worth fighting!"

"If you can find even one person of the same rank stronger than me, or someone younger who can defeat me—"

"I wouldn't be standing here talking to you now."

Meng Ke's words reverberated throughout the stadium.

This time, he wasn't speaking to Xu Jingming—he was speaking to every spectator in the stadium!

When his voice ended, the entire stadium, hundreds of millions of spectators, fell silent.

Indeed, Meng Ke was right.

Over the past half-month, Meng Ke had fought 24 matches.

Among them were S-class eighth-rank Grand Masters from the U. ., A-class eighth-rank peak Grand Masters from Bear Nation, and hidden prodigies from the EU!

Only ninth-rank Martial Saints had been spared—but not one had defeated him.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you."

"I'm 26 years old, and I won't turn 27 for another two months."

Meng Ke's voice rang out again, delivering a bombshell.

"My god, he's only 26? Already at peak seventh-rank?"

"This is terrifying—what country does the Xinhuo Divine Temple belong to?"

"Oh no, I feel like Lei Di might be struggling."

"......"

After an energy user breaks through to the high-rank stage, their lifespan increases, and their appearance grows significantly younger.

Thus, though Meng Ke looked very young, many had guessed his real age exceeded 30.

Yet no one expected him to be only 26!

Moreover, from his demeanor, there was no reason for him to lie about his age.

"As for you, Xu Jingming, you'll just be another prodigy I crush underfoot."

Meng Ke shifted his gaze back to Xu Jingming.

He tried to detect some emotional fluctuation on his face, but Xu Jingming remained utterly composed.

Not a single ripple of emotion—his earlier words seemed like empty noise, having no effect whatsoever.

"This guy's composure is impressive."

Meng Ke was surprised.

Though arrogant, he still treated Xu Jingming as an equal opponent.

His earlier words were meant only to disrupt Xu Jingming's mindset and gain an edge.

Yet the other man remained utterly unmoved.

"Fine. Since he's unaffected, I'll just crush him outright."

Meng Ke's gaze sharpened.

He stood still, ceasing speech.

Dozens of seconds passed; amid the crowd's eager anticipation, the stadium's final countdown began:

"Both combatants, prepare! 3... 2... 1... Battle begin!"

BOOM!!

Meng Ke activated his ability first.

His body swelled to over four meters tall, fine scales sprouting across his exposed face.

A pair of massive wings burst from his back; his hands transformed into sharp dragon claws, his eyes turning into amber, reptilian pupils!

"Tremble, Xu Jingming! This is my SS-rank ability—'Jiyi Heilong'!"

Meng Ke's twin wings snapped open, stretching over ten meters—visually overwhelming.

Simultaneously,

a powerful aura of peak seventh-rank erupted from him!

WHOOSH—

Wings flapped, winds surged.

He shot skyward, not rushing toward Xu Jingming.

Instead, he hovered midair, flaunting his formidable form without restraint.

Looking down at Xu Jingming with condescending superiority.

His Jiyi Heilong was a Qianghua -type SS-rank ability, combined with his SSS-rank body cultivation technique, already mastered to an extreme level.

He was confident Xu Jingming's thunder could not harm him!

"Fight! Fight! You, the number one prodigy of Blue Planet, will be crushed beneath my feet!"

With unrestrained shouts, Meng Ke became a black phantom, hurtling toward Xu Jingming like a meteor.

Yet at that moment—

A thunderous roar exploded suddenly, followed by an overwhelming aura rising from over five kilometers away!

Like a shockwave, it surged through the entire stadium.

That cold, powerful aura froze everyone's breath; midair, Meng Ke abruptly halted.

Staring in shock at the towering young man wreathed in black lightning, his voice rose in disbelief:

"You're an eighth-rank Grand Master?! How is that possible?!!"