Chapter 1390: Your Father Wasnt Great

Chapter 1390: Your Father Wasn't Great "Many years have passed since then. How's he doing now?" Zhang Lie asked. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ɴøvᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

Ling Jin grew so mad that his face turned red. The skies shone with a scarlet haze. "Are you trying to insult me?!"

Zhang Lie was shocked by Ling Jin's sudden outburst.

A silence filled the stands.

Ling Jin's hand, which gripped his blood-colored spear, clenched tightly. Green veins protruded. He shouted fiercely, "Ling Gu is the current spirit king, my father!"

Zhang Lie hesitated.

The audience members murmured to each other, "He claims to have fought Ling Gu, and even to have won against him..."

Zhang Lie hastily explained, "I had no intention of humiliating you, and I didn't know that Ling Gu was your father. However, to be honest, he really wasn't very strong."

"You dare!" Ling Jin thrust forward with his blood spear. Bloody radiance filled the sky, and tremendous pressure descended on the arena. Ling Jin's face was furious, and his spear strike cut through everything in sight.

"[Fists of the Silent Sea: Hundred Dragons Soaring]!"

As Zhang Lie cocked his fist, dozens of crystalline dragons formed behind his back, roaring in unison and causing the arena to tremble.

The next moment, they shot out through his fists.

The crystalline dragons seemed like works of art, filled as they were with a sliver of a universe. An aurora shone from the hearts of each one. The hundreds of crystalline dragons on stage were a lethal technique, as well as a masterwork of art.

Ling Jin's blood spear thrust through one of the crystalline dragons, but there were hundreds of them in all. They linked up one to the other, dissolving Ling Jin's attack before tearing him apart.

Before Ling Jin's figure dissipated, he shouted, "Considering how strong you are, we'll surely meet again in space. Before I kill you, you'd better not die!"

A screen appeared before Zhang Lie: Start matching your third opponent?

As the battle finished, a beam of light fell from the skies. The arena restored itself as Zhang Lie readied himself for the next battle.

A huge crash came from the sky as a set of golden doors appeared in a frightening burst of energy. The figures of light all around knelt on the floor, suppressed by incredible pressure. They slumped to the ground, unable to resist.

Subsequently, a resplendent golden sun appeared, descending with a will so mighty it seemed as though the universe itself had been given physical form. Seated within the sun was a man who seemed like a god, his eyes shut, the source of all the illumination.

The sun bore down on Zhang Lie.

Formless will billowed out from the man, as though no one in the world would be able to halt his advance.

"A race I've never seen before. It looks like the Cup's matchmaking system isn't particularly efficient."

Zhang Lie raised his eyebrows. This new enemy was far too arrogant, to think that he could quash him by physical might alone.

Zhang Lie raised his sword into the air, manifesting a sword will that rose into the heavens, strong beyond human understanding, vast as the ocean.

The man in the golden sun was unmoved, his eyes closed. What manner of pride was this? The man in the golden sun descended from the skies, suppressing Zhang Lie with aura alone.

The sun glowed with splendor. Golden runes patterned the air. Starlight shone through the heavens.

Zhang Lie's sword will struck the sun's divine glow in a resplendent explosion too bright to witness with the naked eye.

The spectators found their souls trembling. Heaven and earth resonated with the will of the sword and the aura of the godlike being within the sun.

This confrontation was one between two paragons.

As the divine light dissipated, the two figures could be seen once more through the blinding haze. Zhang Lie stood on the platform, his robes shifting in the wind, silent and head unbowed. In the sky was a resplendent golden sun, with a saintly man still meditating with eyes closed within.

Neither seemed to have won out in the confrontation; both parties retained their original stances.

The other entity's aura seemed almost deific in origin.

"I know who he is!" one of the spectators shouted, clearly recognizing Zhang Lie's opponent.

"It really is him, Resplendent Sun! The young lord of the Solarvine race, undefeated in battle!"

"He's the third opponent!"

"That member of the Solarvine race who was once called invincible himself acknowledged Resplendent Sun as being above him, conferring upon him the title of undefeated."

"You're strong, stronger than I expected," Radiant Sun commented. "I thought the matchmaking system was in error, to pit me against a member of an unknown race, but it looks like you are worth fighting, after all."

Zhang Lie frowned. This aura was familiar to him. Was this a trick of fate? His final opponent was against Resplendent Sun. Zhang Lie was almost suspicious that Bu Wentian had planned all this in advance.

His body seemed to shine with divine light imbued into his flesh. When he attacked, the world itself would quake.

The void distorted as Resplendent Sun made his move, forming seals with his hands. His left hand invoked the divine moon, his right the great sun. The heavens glowed with divine light, dyeing the skies golden and scorching the air.

"[Fists of the Silent Sea: Soar]!"

Pale blue genetic energy rippled about Zhang Lie's arms. He flicked his wrists, causing a frightening aura to descend on the world. The sky began to darken, and a fish the size of a whale materialized in the air.

A howling gale swept over the arena. As more and more genetic energy gathered around Zhang Lie's arms, it looked as though he were at the heart of a whirlpool.

A huge wave soared into the air. As Zhang Lie punched forward, the fish slammed its huge tail on the ground and sent a torrent of water surging.

Ripples of energy spread out from Zhang Lie, warping the space around him. The towering waves looked like enraged black dragons, flooding the area.

The two combatants struck each other in a clash of celestial wills.