Chapter 385: A New Legend Is Born Here!

For the doubts posted in the thread, Ming Hou replied publicly with only one message:

“Watch me perform.”

Then he pinned this reply at the very top of the teaching thread’s comment section.

Before challenging the Ancient God Arena, Ming Hou began researching relevant materials about the Ancient God Arena.

He studied in detail the combat styles under the Ancient God Arena Cultivation Mode, as well as numerous arena-focused players’ battle videos.

After hours of research, Ming Hou had gained a thorough understanding of the arena-focused playstyle.

Since he had decided to challenge, he would make a stunning debut.

He wanted forum players to witness the real-world effectiveness of his elemental transformation technique.

To overturn the forum players’ cognitive logic regarding spell-based playstyles.

Simultaneously, he intended for this upcoming livestream to become a live combat tutorial.

To pave the way for future forum teaching.

To silence all doubters, and make the four characters “Ni Ming Zhi Hou” a new legend in the eyes of arena-focused players.

The stage of the Ancient God Arena had long been set; now it waited only for him to step onto it.

But one problem remained unsolved.

If he fought with his main body, even if he wasn’t a match for the Ancient God, he could still easily clear the Ancient God Arena.

He could crush the arena’s champion fighters.

But now he was still a player who had only entered the game a few months ago—his life strength was a severe weakness.

While exquisite elemental transformation could grant tactical advantages, to achieve the absolute domination and devastating obliteration he envisioned, he needed a baseline attribute gap as well.

Before absolute power suppression, tactical advantages would be severely diminished.

So for this challenge, his power level must not fall too far behind.

This required external assistance to dramatically boost his strength.

The only way to rapidly raise his Ming Hun level was to spend real money.

He summoned the trading market interface and used his consciousness to click on “Medicines.”

The interface instantly switched to the medicine trading category.

He then typed “Jin Hua Dan” into the search bar, and related medicines immediately appeared on the page.

His gaze fixed on one particular Jin Hua Dan; its detailed description materialized in his mind.

【Jin Hua Dan】:

Quality: 28.

Effect: Consuming grants Life Evolution Points (Ming Hun experience).

His gaze shifted to other Jin Hua Dan; each had a different quality and a completely different price.

After checking the prices corresponding to each quality, Ming Hou initiated bulk purchasing.

This expenditure would temporarily be covered by his stored sacrificial power.

Next came.

Spend money, grow stronger!

……

Two days later, Ancient God Arena.

Arena Ladder.

This was a path stretching straight into the clouds, composed of fifteen arena platforms.

Serpent Arena, Flame Arena, Tidal Arena, Thousand Forest Arena… The ladder was woven from countless intersecting rule runes; each level was an independent arena scene with unique environmental traits.

Every fighter had to begin from the lowest arena, challenging increasingly stronger opponents.

This was the bloody battlefield in the eyes of all living beings.

Defeat meant death.

It was also the temple where players honed their techniques—only the strongest could stand atop the ladder.

At this moment, at the lowest level of the Arena Ladder: Serpent Arena.

As teleportation runes surfaced on the ground, two figures appeared simultaneously above the platform.

One of them was Ming Hou, barely selected to enter the arena.

He wore a flowing silver-threaded robe, his silver hair tied back, with a few strands hanging down at his temples.

Merely standing there, he clashed utterly with the killing aura permeating the Serpent Arena.

He radiated an otherworldly aura.

He looked nothing like a warrior about to enter a bloody duel; rather, he resembled a divine incarnation who had accidentally descended into the mortal realm, gazing down with detached eyes.

His opponent was an alien warrior, his body covered in dark scales, wielding a serrated bone blade.

Upon appearing, he let out a threatening roar toward Ming Hou, unleashing a wave of thick malevolence.

The two stood facing each other—one like a cold moon high in the heavens, the other like a monstrous beast from the deepest abyss—forming a stark standoff in the livestream frame.

The atmospheric tension before battle prompted many viewers to take screenshots.

All watching players’ gazes ultimately focused on Ming Hou.

They all wanted to see whether this forum legend, who had recently sparked heated debate, truly had the ability to carve out a name in the arena.

Though they knew Ming Hou’s abilities were certainly not weak—he had ranked first in this round’s novice leveling event.

But hunting monsters was entirely different from arena duels.

In hunting, one could choose opponents easily crushed.

But in the arena, the opponent’s strength increased exponentially with each victory.

The battle began; the floating “Duel Imprint” above the platform dissolved.

Two messages simultaneously entered the minds of both combatants.

The alien warrior lunged forward, opening his mouth in a roar.

His muscles tensed, scales clanging, his blood qi coalescing into a solid form, manifesting as a hazy monstrous shadow.

In an instant, his legs exploded with force; cracks briefly appeared on the arena floor as his body shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, blade slicing through the air with Xingfeng and full strength, aimed straight at Ming Hou’s Iron Face.

This strike was fast, brutal, precise, radiating savage, violent aesthetics.

It was also the most common opening move on the Serpent Arena—a headlong charge to swiftly decide victory.

Facing this thunderous assault, Ming Hou’s reaction was utterly calm.

His eyes didn’t flicker; he merely slowly raised his right hand.

In the instant his fingertip curled.

Zzz~!

The hot fire element instantly responded to his call, coalescing from thin air into a thin, cicada-wing-like crimson crystal radiating terrifying heat.

It precisely intercepted the bone blade’s trajectory.

Clang!

The bone blade, charged with frenzied power, struck the thin flame crystal—sparks flew, yet it didn’t move an inch.

The alien warrior’s fierce expression instantly turned to shock; he felt as if he had slashed at a mountain, the counterforce numbing his arm.

Ming Hou’s finger curled again, as if plucking an invisible string.

The indestructible flame crystal instantly dissolved; the blazing red faded, transforming into a flowing stream of clear water, like a suddenly awakened spirit serpent, surging forward along the serrated blade.

The change was too swift—the alien warrior, still numbed by the counterforce, instinctively tried to retract his blade.

But before he could react, the surging water had already passed through the thick blade body.

The next instant, Ming Hou’s cold silver eyes flashed with a glint of frost.

The water coiling around the alien warrior’s chest and neck solidified in an instant!

Crack!

Extreme cold erupted violently; the flowing water turned instantly into countless sharp ice shards.

Like an ice thorn blossom blooming in an instant, it erupted from the alien warrior’s body.

The alien warrior remained frozen in his posture of pulling back his blade, his body completely locked in place.

His pupils dilated wildly, filled with disbelief and horror.

Sharp ice spikes pierced through his scales, erupting from his chest, throat, and eye sockets.

No blood sprayed—the extreme cold had frozen everything.

Ming Hou slowly lowered his raised hand.

Instantly, the ice entangling the alien warrior shattered into a storm of glittering ice dust, scattering with the wind.

The battle was over before it had truly begun.

The entire sequence flowed like water—from flame block to water entanglement, to the final ice kill—all in the blink of an eye.

No wasted motion; to the livestream viewers, it offered only a cruel, poetic sense of grace.

A sensation of weightlessness struck; Ming Hou, having ended the battle, was teleported to the preparation room of the 2-win arena.

The Man Nu’s notification echoed in his mind, announcing his victory and the initial reward.

A low-grade Wu Soul Pearl emitting crimson light, its sacrificial price around 2500 points.

Ming Hou reached out and stored it in his spatial satchel, with no intention of lingering in the preparation room.

He decisively requested to initiate the next round of combat.

Shortly after, the Man Nu responded to his will.

Next, on the ladder of the Ancient God Arena, a silver figure began ascending at an astonishing speed.

2nd win, Giant Sword Arena.

Ming Hou’s opponent was a two-headed giant with the power to manipulate explosive flame, roaring as it hurled massive fireballs capable of melting rock.

During the battle, Ming Hou did not move a single step—only extended one finger.

The roaring fireballs, rushing toward him, suddenly grew docile, as if encountering a sovereign.

Then, the violent elemental energies hovered before Ming Hou, stripped layer by layer and transformed, finally condensing at his fingertip into a more refined white ember, which he flicked back with casual ease—its speed and power multiplied severalfold, obliterating the two-headed giant into fragments.

3rd win, Flame Arena.

The arena was surrounded by swirling flames.

The opponent was a sea beast priest from the “Heaven Shell Clan” of the Death Sea.

In this battle, Ming Hou stood atop the flame-wreathed arena, his silver hair flowing like moonlight.

As the battle began, the sea beast priest unleashed the power of the ocean, creating a favorable combat environment.

Ming Hou’s choice was to turn the sea beast priest’s own mastery over water against him.

With a subtle clasp of his hands, he instantly calmed the seawater domain the priest had summoned, then compressed it into a trembling, high-pressure water sphere brimming with terrifying energy—trapping both the priest and the water within, refining them together.

4th win, Thousand Forest Arena.

Ming Hou’s opponent was a hunter whose racial Tianfu allowed him to alter biological structure for short-range blinking, wielding a dagger coated in neural poison.

As the battle began, the hunter vanished from his spot.

The next instant, multiple blurred afterimages struck simultaneously from different angles—at Ming Hou’s spine, heart, and head, where his life energy was most concentrated.

Ming Hou did not move—only lightly tapped the ground with his toe.

A ring of clear water instantly spread outward from him, rippling precisely to reflect the position of every afterimage and the true body’s movement.

With the target identified, the air around him warped, and heat waves materialized out of nowhere.

The approaching hunter crashed into an invisible furnace of flame, his stealth instantly broken, his movements distorted by the intense heat.

After the hunter revealed his true form, a droplet splashed from the water sphere—guided by Ming Hou’s will—condensed midair into a thin, willow-leaf-like ice shard that sliced soundlessly, piercing the hunter’s neck with perfect precision.

The battle ended.

Fifth battle: Ming Hou’s opponent was a sorcerer with powerful mental assault capabilities.

The sorcerer immediately levitated, his eyes blazing with blinding violet light as an invisible storm of mental force roared toward Ming Hou.

Ming Hou calmly raised his left hand, fingers slightly spread.

A barrier woven from whirling winds appeared before him.

The violent mental assault crashed into the wind vortex barrier—like mud sinking into the sea, sliced, deflected, and dissipated by countless rotating air currents.

Simultaneously, he pointed his right hand at the sorcerer in midair.

The sorcerer’s body instantly stiffened; Ming Hou flicked his finger, launching a highly compressed “mental assault projectile” that struck the sorcerer from afar, knocking him unconscious.

The next second, his falling body was engulfed by whirling winds, instantly reduced to dust.

8th win: opponent was a thunder giant wielding a rune-etched warhammer, possessing terrifying strength—each swing of the hammer carried thunderous power, and his roars shook the soul.

At the battle’s start, the giant charged forward with a furious roar, his warhammer descending with the force of ten thousand thunderbolts, awe-inspiring in its might.

Facing the ferocious charge, Ming Hou still did not move—his silver eyes flickered slightly.

The ground beneath the giant instantly softened into quicksand, then transformed into a swamp.

This was a lesson in combining water and earth elements.

The thunder giant’s violent power crashed into the swamp—most of it absorbed and dampened, trapping him deep within.

At this moment, Ming Hou raised one hand upward, palm open, forcibly redirecting the thick lightning erupting from the giant’s warhammer—like a docile stream, it converged into his palm, compressed into a dazzling, crackling lightning sphere, then imbued with the trait of thunder, instantly becoming furious, brimming with destructive force.

The giant struggled to pull his legs free, only to see Ming Hou gently push the lightning sphere forward.

The sphere shot forth, striking the giant’s chest, turning his body charred black before he collapsed with a thunderous crash.

His vitality was entirely consumed by the lingering rampage of the lightning sphere…

One victory after another, one level after another.

Ming Hou’s combat style completely overturned players’ understanding of spellcaster battle patterns.

Distance equals safety—that was the universally accepted logic for spellcasters.

In players’ own class-based understanding, spellcasters were meant to hide in the back, “biu~biu~biu,” while melee fighters were simply asking for death.

But in Ming Hou’s hands, elements shifted effortlessly—capable of offense or defense.

It was like an elemental symphony—he was the sole conductor.

Wherever his will reached, earth, water, wind, fire… all became loyal musicians, performing a symphony of destruction for him.

Throughout, beyond merely commanding elements, he continuously transformed and reshaped them.

Flame could become an unbreakable earth shield; flowing water could solidify into an unstoppable ice spear; howling wind could be woven into binding chains—or into the cutting wind of death.

The earth itself, at his thought, could shift from solid rock to quicksand or unyielding stone.

Even more, he could rapidly analyze the elemental energy used by his opponents, siphoning their attacks at a discount, converting it into his own.

Amid his streak of victories, Ming Hou, with an invincible demeanor, elegantly crushed one opponent after another.

Each battle ended in an extremely short time.

In fact, he never allowed any opponent to so much as brush against his sleeve.

During this time, the number of viewers and spectators in the live stream exploded.

Forum threads about “Nì Mìng Zhī Hóu” flooded endlessly.

All players realized they were witnessing the birth of a new legend.

Finally, beneath countless stunned and disbelieving gazes,

Ming Hou stepped onto the arena for his thirteenth victory.