Chapter 410: Overbearing Wang Dun

"Humming… humming… humming…"

Just after the eight contestants entered the four array orbs, the arrays suddenly turned pitch black.

The entire orbs became invisible.

Those outside could not see what was happening inside.

But there was no need to worry, because after one breath, images were projected onto the array's outer membrane.

In effect, everyone could not clearly see the combatants' movements, but could watch the projected images in real time.

And the images were especially large, allowing for clearer viewing.

That was enough.

The reason the Sacred Mountain created such array projections was to prevent spectators from extending their spiritual sense into the arrays and interfering with the duels, and also to make it easier for everyone to see clearly.

No spiritual sense needed—only the eyes.

He Pingsheng's gaze settled on the first orb.

It displayed the battle between Xiao Xuan and Wang Dun.

Not only were there images, but also their voices could be heard.

"Hehehe…" Xiao Xuan sneered coldly: "A contestant from the Maiden Kingdom, sneaking over to a bunch of women? Wang Dun, you truly have no shame!"

"Now I finally know who you are!"

"You're the one who fled from Qi State—the legendary suspected great destiny bearer?"

Wang Dun said calmly: "Correct."

Xiao Xuan said: "A few days ago, you claimed you'd defeat me in five strikes?"

Wang Dun said: "Correct."

Xiao Xuan laughed loudly: "Wang Dun, Wang Dun… I don't know what heavenly tribulation you've drawn, but when I crossed my tribulation, it was the Eight-Nine Heavenly Tribulation—surely you're not the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation?"

Legend says only two kinds of beings can summon the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation.

One is one who defies heaven too greatly, rejected by the Dao.

The other is one who has committed unspeakable evils, destined for annihilation by the Dao.

Either way, death is certain.

Because legend says the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation is a death sentence.

Of course, all this is legend—no one knows if it's true.

Throughout cultivation history, there has never been a single record of a Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation.

Since I, Xiao Xuan, drew the Eight-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, you, Wang Dun, can at most be an Eight-Nine Heavenly Prodigy—if you'd drawn the Nine-Nine, you'd be dead already.

We're both Eight-Nine Heavenly Tribulation bearers—on what grounds do you think you can defeat me in five strikes?

"Your words are too many!" Wang Dun glanced at Xiao Xuan and said: "Are you ready? If you are, I'll strike!"

Xiao Xuan stepped forward, covering dozens of zhang in a single stride, retreating.

Their duel took place in a valley.

Mountains surrounded it, trees lush and green.

A small stream murmured gently.

"Good!" After retreating, Xiao Xuan stood in midair, looking down: "Wang Dun, I'll let you strike first… Go ahead!"

Wang Dun naturally wasted no words.

His right hand extended slightly.

Boom… boom… boom…

Immediately, a torrent of crimson flame erupted from his right arm.

The robe on his arm burned to ash in an instant.

Wang Dun's dark skin was revealed—smooth, supple, and black—and crimson patterns slowly emerged across it, as if ignited, winding from his knuckles up his forearm, then spreading across his entire arm.

"Die…"

Wang Dun roared, punching toward Xiao Xuan, who stood dozens of zhang away in midair.

Boom…

Vast power, mixed with rule-force, slammed toward Xiao Xuan.

Wang Dun's body shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.

Before him, flames swirled, forming a three-zhang-wide crimson fist, solid as stone, crashing toward Xiao Xuan.

"Come!" Xiao Xuan said: "Truly strong—you can lock space!"

Correct!

Wang Dun's strike contained not only fire-rule force, but also spatial-rule force.

Though he couldn't truly lock space, he disturbed the space around Xiao Xuan—making it nearly impossible for Xiao Xuan to escape via instantaneous movement.

He could only fight back.

"Water overcomes fire…"

"Ice Seal!"

Xiao Xuan had prepared—he channeled his spiritual power furiously, and next moment, ice pillars surged up before him.

Dozens of massive ice pillars rose like tiny mountains, blocking Wang Dun's path.

Of course, these ice pillars contained not only ice-element spiritual power, but also ice-rule force.

Water overcoming fire was correct.

But!

A faint smile appeared on Wang Dun's lips.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

His massive fire fist shattered over a dozen ice pillars in one go.

But the fire-element spiritual power and rule force ended there.

The three-zhang fist dissolved instantly.

Yet his body did not stop—he pressed forward.

With his bare fist, he smashed directly into the ice pillars.

Boom…

The next ice pillar was pierced clean through, and Wang Dun's body shot through the ice hole.

Then…

Boom… Boom…

Boom…

Second… third… fourth…

In less than a breath, Wang Dun shattered every ice pillar with lightning speed, as if crushing dry grass and rotten wood.

Then his powerful fist slammed into Xiao Xuan, who was utterly unprepared.

Puh…

Xiao Xuan spat a mouthful of blood.

His body flew backward like a kite with severed string, crashing hard against the cliff behind him.

Before he could rise, Wang Dun leapt into the void, shadowlike, landing a second punch.

All who watched were stunned.

He Pingsheng was no exception.

Too strong!

Wang Dun was too strong.

He Pingsheng had figured it out.

His previous strike looked like fire-element, but it wasn't.

Beneath the fire-element facade, Wang Dun's strike was pure force.

Correct!

No five-element force at all—pure, raw power.

"Huh…" He Pingsheng felt immense pressure: Is this guy also a body cultivator?

And his body cultivation art seems even more terrifying than mine!

"I surrender…"

Seeing Wang Dun's second punch about to strike him, and knowing Xiao Xuan had no defense left, he could only cry out: "I surrender!"

Not surrendering meant death!

He could have activated a magic treasure to defend.

But in reality, Xiao Xuan had no chance to even summon one.

Boom…

Wang Dun's fist veered off, smashing into the nearby rocks.

The force was so great it punched a massive hole through the cliff, and Wang Dun himself was carried into the mountain by his own momentum.

A huge human-shaped groove remained on the cliff face.

"Puch…"

"Hahahaha…"

"Puff, puff, puff..."

The audience, seeing this, burst into laughter at Wang Dun's comical movements.

Only the people of Qi wore grim, dark expressions.

They could not laugh.

Because Xiao Xuan had lost.

Xiao Xuan was the face of Qi, and Qi's top cultivator.

He lost already?

If he's defeated, who else can stand against Wang Dun?

Brothers, it's tough at five more, drop a light...