Chapter 388 - Vaporized

Chapter 388 - Vaporized

The sky was dust-covered as a mushroom cloud rose from the center of the arena. The deacon standing below the arena was sent flying away by the shockwave and spat out a mouthful of blood.

No one knew what was happening on the stage, and they had to wait for the cloud of dust to settle down. However, judging from the current situation, Duan Hong had little chance of winning the fight.

Elder Tian Xing's eye twitched, recognizing that the punch had exceeded the power of the True Core Realm, comparable to the third level of the Heavenly Dipper Realm.

"This must be Liu Wuxie's strongest fighting strength, right?" Discussions arose even before the dust had settled.

The aftermath lasted for five minutes before the cloud of dust finally settled. The arena was riddled with craters, revealing the martial field beneath.

Only one person remained standing on a stone the size of a large water jar, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

"Where's Duan Hong?" Everyone was bewildered because they could only see Liu Wuxie, with Duan Hong nowhere to be seen. They were all in a daze, as someone in the second-level Heavenly Dipper Realm was vaporized. They couldn't imagine the power required to achieve this feat.

"Duan Hong is dead!" An uproar came from the surroundings because it was confirmed now that Duan Hong had died without any corpse left behind.

The vast martial field suddenly fell into a deathly silence. Killing Duan Hong was even more impactful to everyone than Liu Wuxie killing Shao Wendong.

Everyone looked at Liu Wuxie with fear in their eyes. He swept his cold gaze around, and a chilling light flashed in his eyes when they settled on the regions of Terrain Summit Peak and Profound Inscription Peak.

The disciples who met Liu Wuxie's gaze lowered their heads, unable to look him in the eye. With Arena 1 destroyed, the next match couldn't proceed.

As the competition neared its end, only about thirty participants remained in the next round. After returning to his rest area, Liu Wuxie observed the ongoing battles in the other arenas, including those featuring Shao Wendong, Chen Lin, and others.

The fights were intense because the remaining participants were evenly matched in strength. After all, the stronger disciples had already defeated their opponents and advanced to the next round.

"You have truly impressed me!" Liu Wuxie was just about to sit down when Chen Lin suddenly walked over. She came over with a smile without any hostility.

She might be a disciple of the Earth Force Peak, but not everyone was hostile to Liu Wuxie. That was the same for the Terran Summit Peak and Profound Inscription Peak. Only a few held grudges against Liu Wuxie, while most were neutral. Diiscover new stories at novelhall.com

"You flatter me!" Liu Wuxie smiled and didn't give much explanation.

"You've broken the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion's record to make it into the top thirty at your age. I believe the sect will nurture you greatly after this competition," Chen Lin said with a hint of envy in her eyes.

She had spent over two years in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion to achieve her current accomplishments. Shao Wendong, Duan Hong, and others were all seasoned disciples. Liu Wuxie, on the other hand, had risen in cultivation so quickly in just a few months, proving himself a monstrous genius.

"I'm just lucky!" Liu Wuxie replied humbly.

"No rush. I believe you will achieve great things in the future. I heard you have no master and have been cultivating on your own. Is that true?" Chen Lin asked curiously.

Four days passed, and ninety percent of the people had investigated Liu Wuxie's background. He came from the mundane world with no background or a master. He only had himself to rely on to come this far.

"I guess so..." Liu Wuxie rubbed his nose. He had no master; his mentor was the vast knowledge he possessed, which allowed him to outpace others and create miracles.

With the Desolate Devouring Art, it was like adding wings to a tiger. Even Liu Wuxie couldn't fully explain it, but he felt his future achievements might surpass those of his past life if he continued on this path.

"Junior Brother Liu, please guide me!" Gao Jie said politely, as Liu Wuxie's act of killing Duan Hong had left a strong impression.

"Please!" Liu Wuxie returned the gesture.

"Junior brother, please show mercy!" Gao Jie said with a bitter smile because no one wanted to die in the arena. After many battles, Liu Wuxie had killed the most, and people started calling him a Demon Butcher.

"Let's have a friendly spar then!" Liu Wuxie wasn't a mad killer, and he only killed those who deserved it.

Gao Jie used an earth-grade sword technique, which was inferior to Duan Hong's. After seven strikes, Liu Wuxie found the flaw in his sword technique and easily defeated him.

He didn't feel discouraged after losing to Liu Wuxie because he still stood a chance to advance as long as he won the remaining two rounds.

Shao Wendong's opponents chose to concede voluntarily, conserving their energy for their remaining matches. It was pragmatic not to squander their true essence in a futile effort.

That was the same for Chen Lin’s and Wen Haoran's opponents, who chose to forfeit.

Luo Mingyang's fight with another person was still ongoing ferociously.

If there were no surprises, Liu Wuxie would advance, leaving the other three to fight for the remaining spot.

After a grueling exchange of hundreds of moves, Luo Mingyang narrowly defeated his opponent by a narrow margin, sustaining several wounds but pressing on to face Gao Jie.

The disciple who had previously lost to Liu Wuxie approached him.

"I had planned to concede, but I can't afford another loss after the first. Junior Brother Liu, please guide me!" The youth, unwilling to give up, attacked Liu Wuxie.

Liu Wuxie remained expressionless, dismissing the oncoming sword with a wave of his hand, conjuring a powerful gust that sent his opponent flying. He held particular disdain for those who overestimated themselves.

This youth had to find a way to defeat Luo Mingyang and dare to challenge him.

The youth was swept off the arena and fell to the ground, struggling to rise a few times before managing to stand. Though he still had a match with Gao Jie, his chances of progressing further were slim.

If Gao Jie could defeat Luo Mingyang, he would advance. If Liu Wuxie lost to Luo Mingyang, they would have to fight again until one was eliminated.

After over five hundred moves, Luo Mingyang narrowly defeated Gao Jie, meaning the last match was unnecessary. Even if Gao Jie won the last fight, he would still be eliminated.

"Liu Wuxie, I acknowledge your strength. I forfeit," Luo Mingyang declared straightforwardly. "You've won three matches, and I've won two. Let's advance together."

Liu Wuxie didn't insist since his opponent had forfeited. After all, he couldn't possibly drag Luo Mingyang to the arena to kill him.

The initial group concluded before others, followed shortly by Shao Wendong's group. This phase spanned six hours, as the eight groups saw sixteen participants move forward, leaving sixteen eliminated.

"The remaining sixteen will continue to draw lots to determine the top eight!" Sixteen people stood before the lottery box because this determined if they could enter the top ten.

Liu Wuxie drew number two, but he needed to find out who his opponent was. A voice came behind him, "Who's number two?"