chsdbacks Chapter 240: Victory in the Mythical Arena War!
Chapter 240: Victory in the Mythical Arena War!
The borrowed seventh-tier power within Su Fan's body was rapidly receding, like the tide going out, making his limbs feel heavy.
Across from them, the writhing mass of flesh and blood was still burning.
Each time the blood crystal pulsates, a portion of the container disintegrates.
However, the war atmosphere emanating from the container is becoming increasingly terrifying, exceeding three times its previous level, and is still rising.
This guy is completely reckless.
Su Fan spat out the blood and foam from his mouth and stood up straight.
The effects of the pill will last for less than ten minutes; we can't delay any longer.
"You're good."
The blood flames flickered beneath the helmet, and the sound from the container became even more distorted.
"It's quite impressive that you could push me to this point in my divine state."
"Is that so?" Su Fan flexed his wrist, spinning the Fire-Tipped Spear in his palm. "But you're about to die."
"court death!"
Upon hearing this, the container flew into a rage, stomped its feet on the ground, and transformed into a blood-red meteor that crashed towards him!
Wherever it passed, a deep trench was plowed into the arena floor, and the rubble was crushed into powder by the blood energy before it could even fly!
This time, the speed is twice as fast as before!
There's no escaping it!
This thought flashed through Su Fan's mind.
And he didn't dodge.
He clapped his left hand in front of his chest, and his consciousness connected with the divine image of another deity in his sea of consciousness.
Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng!
Ying Zheng's divine figure opened its eyes.
hum-
A thick, earth-yellow light shield appeared out of thin air, covering Su Fan's entire body.
boom!!!
The crimson meteor struck the light shield solidly.
The photomask was concave inward, and dense cracks appeared on its surface, but it didn't break!
The violent impact was firmly blocked by the light shield, with only a small portion penetrating the shield to reach Su Fan, which he gritted his teeth and endured.
"What the hell is that?!"
The container, startled and enraged, pulled away and rammed again!
The second time!
The third time!
The yellowish-brown light shield shook violently, cracks multiplied, and it looked like it was about to collapse.
But the time it took for those three impacts was enough for Su Fan.
The fire-tipped spear he was holding in his right hand disappeared.
Instead, there was an emperor's sword, entirely black, with its blade engraved with patterns of mountains and rivers.
As soon as the Emperor's Sword appeared, the gravity of the entire arena seemed to increase, and the air became viscous.
"Move the mountain!"
Su Fan gripped his sword with both hands and slashed horizontally at the container that was within arm's reach.
There was no dazzling sword light, no piercing shriek.
Only an extremely heavy force propelled the sword forward.
It didn't feel like wielding a sword; it felt like pushing an invisible, towering mountain forward and crushing it!
The container wanted to retreat, but its body was held firmly by that force, slowing its movements by half a beat.
That half-beat is enough.
The Emperor's Sword struck the demonic claws that were being blocked by the container.
Click.
The sound of bones cracking was crystal clear.
The black scales covering the demon's claws exploded, and the bones beneath twisted and deformed.
The container was smashed so hard that its feet left the ground, and it flew backward like a cannonball, leaving a trail of blood droplets in mid-air.
Su Fan didn't chase after him.
He leaned on his sword, panting heavily.
That last sword strike drained a third of his remaining strength.
But Su Fan's eyes were bright because it was effective.
On the other side, the container rolled on the ground more than a dozen times before stopping.
He got up, his right claw dangling limply, clearly useless.
But the flames of blood burned even brighter, as if the pain had only stimulated him.
"Good...very good!"
The container laughed wildly, its laughter hoarse and unpleasant.
After saying that, he raised his intact left hand and grabbed hard at the blood crystal burning wildly on his chest!
puff!
He dug out the blood crystal and held it in his left hand.
Without the blood crystal, the flesh on his chest quickly turned ashen and dried up, like burnt charcoal.
But he didn't care at all and slapped the blood crystal into his forehead!
"I offer my crippled body as a divine guide!"
"Welcome, Lord Ares, the Master of War!"
Boom! ...
The blood-red pillar phantom in the sky suddenly unleashed a blood-red beam of light as thick as a bucket, completely engulfing him!
Within the pillar of light, the container's body disintegrated inch by inch, transforming into the purest form of flesh and blood energy.
At the center of these energies, an even taller and more ferocious phantom is rapidly taking shape!
The phantom wore a helmet, its face hidden in shadow, revealing only a pair of eyes burning with endless war flames.
His bare upper body was muscular and covered with old and new scars, while his lower body was wrapped in an animal skin skirt, and he held a huge, exaggeratedly shaped spear in his hand.
Ares, the god of war!
Although it was only a wisp of spirit that descended through the container and the sacrificial ritual, the pressure it emitted far exceeded that of the container before, reaching a level that made Su Fan's skin sting.
Ares spoke out of distraction, his voice booming like muffled thunder.
"Mortal. The divine aura emanating from you is repulsive. But your soul smells delicious."
He raised his spear and pointed it at Su Fan.
"Kneel down and offer up your soul. This god grants you a swift death."
Su Fan smiled.
He released the imperial sword he was holding, and the heavy sword transformed into a stream of light and returned to his body. Then he dusted off non-existent dust from his body.
"Someone who only gets attention by having his followers self-harm—does he deserve my kneeling?"
Ares's eyes blazed with fury.
"You ant, you have angered me."
The spear was raised, and a simple, direct thrust was made.
With just that one thrust, Su Fan felt as if the surrounding space had been locked down, all escape routes were blocked, and he had no choice but to take the hit head-on!
Cannot accept!
You'll die if you accept it!
Alarm bells were ringing wildly in Su Fan's mind.
Su Fan used the power of the Candle Dragon without hesitation.
Zhulong not only had a great grasp of time, but also a masterful grasp of space.
Su Fan's body blurred in place, and in the next instant, he appeared on the other side of the arena, leaving behind a slowly dissipating afterimage.
The spear pierced through the afterimage, and the shockwave struck the arena barrier, causing it to shake violently and almost crack.
"They run fast."
Ares snorted coldly and swept his spear across the ground.
A sudden gust of wind arose, and crimson spear shadows covered half of the arena!
Su Fan flashed again.
His figure moved nimbly on the ring, dodging the spears at the last second each time.
However, Su Fan's face grew paler and paler. This kind of extreme evasion was extremely taxing on his mental and physical strength, and the effects of the pill would only last for less than five minutes.
"Let's see how many more times you can dodge!"
Ares clearly noticed Su Fan's predicament and launched an even more ferocious attack.
We can't hide anymore.
Su Fan's eyes hardened, he stopped and turned to face the sweeping spear.
He formed a mudra with his hands in front of his chest, an ancient and complex mudra imbued with a sense of vastness.
At the same time, he murmured:
"The profound origin of heaven and earth, the root of all vital energy."
"I will cultivate for countless eons to prove my supernatural powers."
Golden Light Curse!
It is one of the eight great divine incantations of Taoism, and Laozi, one of the Three Pure Ones of Taoism, naturally knows it as well.
Moreover, this is not an ordinary Golden Light Mantra.
Su Fan mobilized the last of his divine power, mixed it with a trace of the power of time left by the Candle Dragon, and poured it into the spell.
A dazzling golden light erupted from his body, instantly condensing into a golden armor covering his entire body!
On the surface of the armor, there are faint dragon-shaped patterns, a black sun wheel appears on the left shoulder, and a white moon wheel appears on the right shoulder.
The spear slammed heavily into the golden armor!
clang--!!!
The deafening roar made Su Fan's ears ring, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat as another mouthful of blood welled up.
The golden armor flashed violently, and the sun and moon wheel seals on the shoulders spun rapidly, deflecting and neutralizing most of the impact.
But the remaining force still caused Su Fan's feet to sink deep into the arena floor, carving out two furrows several meters long.
It's blocked!
Su Fan coughed up blood, his mouth agape, his teeth stained red.
He stared at the towering, phantom image of war.
"Ares, the God of War, right? I'll show you something good."
After saying that, Su Fan closed his eyes.
Consciousness sank completely into the deepest part of the sea of consciousness.
There, all was in chaos.
In the center of the chaos, a crimson dragon shadow coiled.
Dragon Shadow sensed Su Fan's approaching consciousness and slowly raised its head, its left eye revealing a black sun and its right eye a white moon.
Su Fan's consciousness was transmitted over.
"Your Excellency Zhulong, please grant me a single glance."
Long Ying watched him quietly.
A moment later, the black sun in Long Ying's left eye lit up slightly.
A desolate, ancient aura, seemingly capable of freezing the flow of time, flowed out through Su Fan's consciousness connection.
On the arena.
Ares was about to attack again when he suddenly stopped.
He felt an indescribable sense of crisis rising from the tiny mortal opposite him.
Su Fan opened his eyes.
In his left eye, deep within the pupil, a pure darkness spread out, engulfing all the whites of his eye.
His entire left eye turned into an incomparably deep black, as if it could absorb even light.
In the very center of that darkness, a miniature, slowly rotating black sun appeared and disappeared.
Su Fan raised his left hand and covered his right eye.
He looked at Ares with only his dark left eye.
"The eyes of the Candle Dragon can see in the daytime and close at night."
"I borrow a glance from Your Majesty the Candle Dragon to seal... a fleeting moment of your life."
The words fell.
The space around Ares froze silently.
It's not space that's frozen, it's time.
Ares's spear raised high, the flames of battle burning in his eyes, the crimson divine power surging around him, and every subtle fluctuation in his phantom...
Freeze all!
Like a three-dimensional painting that has been paused.
The entire mythical arena was deathly silent.
Even the golden scroll high in the sky, its divine runes stopped flowing.
This moment was stretched out infinitely.
Su Fan moved.
He lowered his hand from his right eye, raised both hands simultaneously, his left hand loosely clenched, and his right hand with fingers together like a sword, the tip of his finger condensing into an extremely golden light.
That was all the remaining power in his body, plus the last bit of power from the Golden Light Mantra.
Su Fan stepped forward and walked towards Ares, who was frozen in place.
He took each step slowly and steadily.
Su Fan stopped in front of Ares.
He stared at the frozen, still furious and slightly bewildered eyes of the phantom of the god of war.
"China is not a country you can act recklessly against!"
"Go back there!!!"
After saying that, Su Fan pointed his right sword at the center of Ares's illusory brow.
The golden light at the fingertips disappeared into the illusory image.
Then, Su Fan pulled hard with his left hand!
"Break!"
click-
Ares's phantom trembled violently, and countless cracks appeared on its surface.
His eyes had returned to normal, but they were filled with shock, anger, and resentment.
"No--!!!"
A muffled roar came from the depths of the phantom.
The next moment, the phantom exploded, turning into countless blood-red light spots that quickly dissipated into the air.
Also vanished were the crimson pillar of light that connected heaven and earth, and the crimson phantom of the divine pillar representing Ares high in the sky.
The divine pillar shattered.
Starting from the top, it cracked inch by inch, and then collapsed completely, turning into nothingness.
On the arena, only Su Fan remained standing.
The darkness in his left eye quickly faded, and it returned to normal.
But his face was as white as paper, and he swayed, almost falling over.
The effects of the pills had completely worn off, and a wave of weakness from overexertion washed over Su Fan, causing his vision to blur.
However, Su Fan held on and did not collapse.
The golden scroll paused for a moment before resuming the flow of divine runes.
[The third Mythical Arena battle has ended.]
[Winner: Huaxia, Su Fan]
[Loser: Western Alliance, Augustine (deceased)]
[Punishment in effect: The national fortune of all countries belonging to the Western Alliance will decrease by another 10%. All Divine Masters will be unable to improve their cultivation through any means for the next year.]
The moment the divine script appeared, faint wailing echoed in the sky over all countries belonging to the Western Alliance around the world.
The gods of those nations were horrified to discover that no matter how hard they tried to circulate their divine power, their cultivation remained unchanged, as if an invisible wall had appeared in front of them.
"No! My power!"
"Why can't I cultivate?! My bottleneck has clearly loosened!"
"We're doomed... If we can't cultivate for a year, we'll be completely left behind!"
A sense of despair is spreading within the Western alliance.
But the landscape of China presents a completely different picture.
The Buddha's light continues to shine, and because of this great victory, the people's faith has become even more devout and fervent, and the Buddha's light has become even more solid and bright.
Countless people flooded the streets, cheering and jumping for joy.
"We won! We won again!"
"Su Shen! Invincible!"
"Three victories in a row! Haha, let's see if those foreign devils still dare to be arrogant!"
Inside the secret chamber of the Forbidden City, Old Master Mo slammed his fist into his palm.
"Good! Well done!"
Yuan Qingsheng and Ma Tao were also so excited that their faces turned red.
Tang Sanzang smiled with satisfaction, raised one palm, and chanted a Buddhist mantra.
But soon, Mr. Mo calmed down.
"Bring Su Fan back immediately! Something's wrong with him!"
Above the deep ocean, the arena began to dissipate.
Su Fan was enveloped in a soft golden light and teleported away.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that specially made quiet room in the Forbidden City.
The medical team was already on standby, and various diagnostic instruments were immediately put into use.
"Severe exhaustion, minor internal organ damage, but no life-threatening danger. Requires at least two weeks of rest."
The chief physician of Huaxia Hospital gave a diagnosis.
Mo Lao breathed a sigh of relief and waved for the others to leave, leaving only Tang Sanzang, Yuan Qingsheng, and Ma Tao.
Su Fan leaned against the bed, took a sip of the specially made nutrient solution, and felt the weakness subside somewhat.
"How are you feeling?" Old Mo asked.
Su Fan smiled.
"I won't die, just a little tired. I almost couldn't withstand Ares's attack."
"The last thing you used was the power of the Venerable Zhulong?" Tang Sanzang asked.
Su Fan nodded: "I borrowed a little bit. It froze Ares, the Western God of War, for a moment, otherwise I wouldn't have had a chance."
"For a moment, the divine spirit was distracted..." Yuan Qingsheng shook his head and sighed, "The Venerable Zhulong is indeed unfathomable."
Ma Tao exclaimed excitedly, "Three victories in three battles! The Western Alliance has been crippled. Their national fortune has declined by 50%, and the God-Controlling Masters will be unable to cultivate for a year. They will no longer pose a threat for the foreseeable future."
Old Mo's expression remained serious.
"Don't be careless. The West has deep roots, and after suffering such a great loss, they will definitely not let it go. If they can't do it openly, they might resort to underhanded tactics."
After speaking, Old Mo looked at Su Fan.
"Especially you, Su Fan. You're now a thorn in their side."
"For the next period of time, you must remain in Kyoto and receive the highest level of protection. You may not leave the Forbidden City without my permission."
Su Fan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Old Mo's unquestionable gaze, he swallowed his words.
"I see."
"have a good rest."
Old Mo patted Su Fan on the shoulder and left with his men.
Only Su Fan and Tang Sanzang remained in the quiet room.