Free Web NovelChapter 1267: Chapter 1169: I Lost, Let’s Fight Another Day!
Standing on the stage, Yang Tian and Li Min faced each other.
The surrounding clamorous crowd fell silent. The entire battlefield was immense, with an audience of over 200,000, not to mention those watching from video machines across the entire province.
The host sensibly switched the video to focus on Yang Tian and Li Min.
The annual martial arts tournament represents the highest level of combat in the Southern Province.
With five consecutive wins securing an early place in the top 100, Yang Tian and Li Min’s strength was acknowledged by the audience. They fixed their gaze on the duo, eager to see what martial artist representing the apex of all participants in the Southern Province truly looked like.
Unnoticed, a fine drizzle had begun to fall.
Li Min spoke, "Yang Tian, it’s been ten days since we last met, and you have grown stronger. Haven’t you become a true disciple of the Nuwa Celestial God?"
Yang Tian replied with a cold smile, "Chiyou is here wanting you to kill me, isn’t he?"
"No, you are mistaken. The Chiyou Celestial God highly regards your strength. If you turn from darkness to light and join us, your status would be on par with mine."
Li Min extended an olive branch.
"Chiyou schemes with the Demon Realm, practicing demonic techniques with dubious intentions. Joining you would make me an enemy of the Seven Realms."
Yang Tian said icily.
"Shut up!" Li Min shouted coldly, "Yang Tian, don’t spew nonsense! You haven’t witnessed it firsthand, so how can you claim the Chiyou Celestial God conspires with the Demon Realm? It’s utterly ridiculous! The Chiyou Celestial God is here on behalf of the Divine Luo Sect to select talents!"
Yang Tian grinned coldly, "Li Min, do you think you can deceive others forever? Even if Chiyou covers it up with grand excuses this time, his conspiracy will soon be uncovered, and then everyone will rise to execute him!"
"Yang Tian, your baseless accusations and insults against the Chiyou Celestial God cannot go unpunished today. Where would the Divine Luo Sect’s dignity be then?"
Li Min retorted coldly, launching an attack.
The whole battlefield erupted into a frenzy. At this moment, all the competing martial artists stopped and focused intently on Yang Tian and Li Min.
Watching Li Min’s strike, the entire battlefield was subdued as astonishment filled their eyes: "Could this be her true strength?"
"Chiyou Divine Technique!"
Someone from the supervision group instantly recognized Li Min’s palm technique and exclaimed, standing up in shock.
"What is Li Min’s connection to Chiyou, and why has she practiced the Chiyou Divine Palm?"
"Could the arrival of the Chiyou Celestial God be related to her?"
"Is she the true genius of this year’s martial arts tournament?"
This supervision group comprised representatives from various families and sects across the province, embodying the highest authority in the Southern Province.
Li Min’s move left them stunned: "Given her terrifying prowess, the tournament’s champion seems preordained!"
They each had their own disciples and martial artists competing in the tournament, with associated interests at stake. Given Li Min’s prowess, they wondered why they should even bother participating.
Thinking of this left them discontented.
The surrounding audience cheered loudly for Li Min: "Li Min! Li Min! Li Min!"
At this time, Yang Tian, having dodged Li Min’s strike, flickered in motion.
Over the past ten days, while Li Min’s strength remained fearsome, it hadn’t markedly increased. On the contrary, Yang Tian had greatly enhanced his prowess by cultivating techniques and divine martial arts granted by the Nuwa Celestial God.
Furthermore, his golden body and resurrection armor could be used again, so naturally, he didn’t fear this Li Min.
He extended his divine sense around, clearly sensing Chiyou’s powerful divine breath stirring. If he wasn’t mistaken, Chiyou must be observing everything here.
"Nuwa Divine Palm!"
Yang Tian responded in kind, launching a palm strike at Li Min.
"Nuwa Divine Palm?"
Upon hearing this, the crowd’s expressions changed drastically.
Wasn’t this Nuwa Divine Palm a divine technique of Nuwa?
Does it mean this Yang Tian has also cultivated the divine techniques of the Nuwa Celestial God from the Divine Luo Sect?
One must know the Nuwa Celestial God also holds great significance within the Divine Luo Sect. Isn’t Yang Tian a participant in the tournament? How could he have cultivated the Nuwa Divine Technique?
"Damn, they both have been hiding their true strength all along!"
"With such masters, the championship is definitely theirs! Why are we even competing?"
"Even if we enter the top 100, we can’t fight them anyway! Clearly, they’ve both cultivated the divine techniques of celestial gods!"
The participating martial artists all wore furious expressions, seething with dissatisfaction.
On the supervision side, seeing Yang Tian revealing the Nuwa Divine Martial Arts, they exchanged puzzled glances and then suddenly smirked coldly: "Looks like Li Min has found an adversary! This Yang Tian is no pushover. One of them must be the talent Chiyou mentioned! Let them fight to the death while we benefit from their struggle!"
Thinking this way brought some balance to their minds.
"Hua, did you pass the Nuwa Divine Technique to Yang Tian?"
Lin Zhenbang suddenly asked Hua Tiandu.
But Hua Tiandu sat there, his gaze fixed firmly on Yang Tian, not answering Lin Zhenbang.
Lin Zhenbang furrowed his brows, sarcastically saying: "Has Yang Tian become so powerful you can’t even control him? What’s the point of your lifetime of fame, Hua Tiandu, if it all ends in vain?"
Hua Tiandu coldly stared at Lin Zhenbang.
Feeling Hua Tiandu’s murderous intent, Lin Zhenbang shivered and quietly calmed down.
Hua Tiandu once again looked towards Yang Tian on the stage, coldly thinking: "This Yang Tian, if it’s just treason against Yihua Palace, it wouldn’t be much. There’s a strong possibility he’s here because of the Drunkard!"
Hua Tiandu had already foreseen the scenario of Yang Tian confronting him...
But just then, a voice descended from the sky directly into Hua Tiandu’s mind: "I can help you get stronger!"
"Chiyou Celestial God!"
Hua Tiandu sprang up in surprise.
"Follow me!"
Another voice rang out. Hua Tiandu, seeing that no one had noticed his odd expression, hurriedly flew out...
Meanwhile, on stage, Yang Tian’s palm strike missed Li Min.
Yet, as he flickered back up, preparing to execute the Thousand Peaks Kill, he suddenly sensed something, projecting his divine sense outward.
On a distant mountaintop, he saw Hua Tiandu kneeling respectfully before Chiyou.
Chiyou was imprinting his soul mark onto the depths of Hua Tiandu’s soul.
Sensing this, Yang Tian’s brow furrowed, and he suddenly flew outward: "Li Min, I forfeit this round; we’ll fight again later!"
After all, losing only meant not gaining points.
Yang Tian intended to stop Chiyou from marking Hua Tiandu’s soul!
But as Yang Tian attempted to leave, Li Min coldly said, "It’s no use; Chiyou has already succeeded. Besides, you guessed right; Chiyou instructed me to kill you today!"
