"So terrifying, with just a casual kick, it has the power of 1200 cauldrons, is this what a monster with 2800 qi-blood is like?"
In battle with Worcester, Lu Chenzhou finally witnessed what a real muscle monster is.
Crackle—an electric current not inferior to that of the Demon King Ling Gan clung to Lu Chenzhou like maggots on the bone, enveloping his body in blue smoke.
Fortunately, he has long used Thunderbolt Body Tempering and refined Thunder Elent Treasure Qi, so his resistance is relatively high.
To him, this Thunder Power is actually not worth fearing.
The truly troubleso part is the trendous, unadorned power brought by Worcester’s majestic qi-blood.
"Phew..."
Lu Chenzhou’s qi-blood surged as he continually retreated to release the force, standing at the edge of the arena, breathing like an ox.
Behind him is a chasm of unfathomable depth; to fall is a dead end!
Before there could be a mont’s respite, Worcester transford into a cannonball, attacking at near sound speed, falling from the sky.
This kick, striking like splitting Hua Mountain!
Lu Chenzhou flipped sideways, his great spear inclined and thrust towards Worcester’s soft spot.
Thunder rumbled under Worcester’s feet, his figure lifted dramatically, leaping to the height of a hundred zhang.
"Using the recoil of explosions to achieve rapid movent and dodging, truly a genius idea."
Lu Chenzhou darted from his original position, dodging Worcester’s leg technique descending from the sky.
Secret Technique: Seven Thunderclaps!
The fierce wind swept across, accompanied by seven muffled sounds of thunder, tearing a twenty-zhang-long ravine in the arena with the leg wind.
Worcester stood on the ground, his hands punching like phantoms.
Lu Chenzhou unleashed the strength of Nine Oxen and Two Tigers, wielding the great spear and fists, intertwining at a distance, combining hardness and softness, seeking Worcester’s weak point to attack.
Worcester smiled leisurely: "Your qi-blood is not even half of mine, yet you can give a sense of crisis, truly worthy of being Da Xia’s number one genius."
If it were other fighters of the sa realm as Lu Chenzhou, Worcester would have long defeated them with a kick.
Lu Chenzhou could persist until now partly because of the Ghost Tiger Domineering Body and partly due to superior technique and fist theory, which Worcester must admit.
In the face of an absolute qi-blood disparity, these can only narrow the gap.
Outside, spectators seeing this peak battle couldn’t help but exclaim: "Lu Chenzhou can actually spar with Worcester for this long?"
Silver Eagle Federation, Black Bullet·Redus said: "Senior brother is just warming up so far, yet Lu Chenzhou is already going all out."
Du ng nodded: "Being able to battle against Worcester in this warming-up state for so long, is comndable. Think about it, how many moves can you last?"
This battle is without suspense; it’s just a matter of seeing how Lu Chenzhou would conclude his exit, to display his own glory is enough to be proud.
In Da Xia, Hong Tianxiang and others were also full of battle intent.
They didn’t have the opportunity to spar with Worcester; they knew their current strength wouldn’t last beyond thirty moves in front of Worcester.
But they are confident that by the age of thirty, they can catch up to or even surpass Worcester!
In the arena, Worcester steadily received all of Lu Chenzhou’s attacks like a mountain, and he smiled: "Next, it’s my turn."
He suddenly lifted his right leg, his figure spinning, sent forth like a windmill.
Bang! Even though there was a great spear blocking, Lu Chenzhou was swept quite far.
His eyes sparkled, bathed in blood, attacking again like a berserker.
Worcester’s legs swung alternately, filling the arena with dozens of qi-blood landmines in an instant, no less than twenty.
Rumble! Earth-shaking explosions engulfed Lu Chenzhou.
Worcester said: "Lu, it seems your domineering body has improved... a Small Success Dominator Body can’t withstand my landmine bombardnt."
In the dust cloud, Lu Chenzhou, clad in Blood Armor, rose with his spear.
Worcester got serious, his legs disappeared, because they were too fast, leaving only a blur of qi-blood turbulent winds.
In one breath, dozens of kicks landed on the shadows of Lu Chenzhou’s spear, the aftershocks making the black Scale Armor creak.
Lu Chenzhou was pressed like a sandbag, swaying back and forth.
His spear skill could only barely ensure he wasn’t knocked out of the arena, far from launching a counterattack.
But he didn’t give up, maintaining a passive defensive stance, persisting like a cockroach, allowing his muscle tissue to tear and even cracks to spread in his bones.
Outside, countless people worried about his state.
The Grey Knight stood straight, murmuring: "Pretty good."
Zhang Shentong sighed and said, "Chief Lu’s crotch skills surpass even those of an old man like , otherwise he couldn’t have held on under Worcester’s attack for so long."
In this battle, even many Heavenly Kings were watching from behind the scenes.
The Northern Guardian King pondered, "So that’s it, using extre life-and-death tempering to refine the body, breaking through before rebuilding."
In the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour had passed in the match.
Worcester’s expression beca increasingly solemn; the battle with Lu Chenzhou reminded him of his grand clash with Zhang Shentong.
Unyielding resolve, steady and precise, defending instead of attacking, waiting for an opportunity.
"Could it be that Lu still has other legendary techniques? Forget it, it’s ti to end this."
Behind him, his Qi Po solidified into the shape of illusory lightning falling from the sky, like a Thunder World.
"Secret Technique: Thunder God Trample!"
Worcester leaped into the air, his feet pumling in succession, transforming into gigantic purple thunder legs as thick as elephants, forcing Lu Chenzhou to continuously retreat.
Each leg had a force exceeding 1,500 Ding, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen legs had been thrust.
Such an offensive, only a handful of people below Grandmaster could withstand it.
Lu Chenzhou’s spear trembled, shaking off a piece of blood scab, fresh blood flowing out, surprisingly emitting a faint golden hue...
As he retreated, he stepped into thin air, almost falling into a bottomless abyss.
Suddenly, he burst into laughter, his flesh quivering, shattering the Blood Armor off his body.
A pale-golden Qi-Blood phantom erged in mid-air, with the head like a Fierce Tiger, a full Heavenly Countenance, and the tail like a vigorous Divine Dragon!
Great Success Dominator Body: Tiger Head Dragon Tail!
After acquiring the Thunderbolt Body Tempering thod from the "Five Thunder Vajra Treasure Scroll," his "Ghost Tiger Domineering Body" progressed at lightning speed.
In just a few days, it was already approaching Great Success.
Yet, as a Superior True Technique, breaking through this barrier proved to be sowhat challenging.
Today’s grand battle with Worcester served as the perfect opportunity for Lu Chenzhou to attempt the final step of transformation under the extre external pressure of life and death.
And now, he succeeded!
A torrent of Qi-Blood surged from the acupoints all over his body, elevating his montum from deep within; his cultivation was already nearing the End Realm!
Power, defense, speed, endurance... all were rapidly increasing.
"Pity, for a complete transformation, more ti is needed..."
Lu Chenzhou’s spear trembled and thrust out, the tip transforming into a crimson Great Sun.
Martial King Spear: Long River Sunset!
Worcester’s long legs clashed with it, his sword armor humming, the Fighting Armor within it was also cracked.
He was shocked; without his Heavy Armor, relying solely on the Fighting Armor, he couldn’t withstand this spear.
This spear already possessed the power to tear through Heaven-reaching Immortal Armor, definitely exceeding 1,500 Ding!
With each spearstrike from Lu Chenzhou, it beca fiercer than the last, and Worcester finally started to feel so pressure.
After another long, drawn-out battle, Worcester’s legs were numb, his muscles torn, blood flowed endlessly, and he was sowhat out of breath.
He excelled in bursts and lacked stamina; otherwise, he might have had a chance to defeat Zhang Shentong.
But Lu Chenzhou before him, in terms of endurance, was in no way inferior to Zhang Shentong, forcing Worcester to aim for a swift conclusion.
"Lu, you are the first among those ranked outside the top 10 to make use my full strength."
Rumble! Thunder exploded, Worcester’s form enlarged by several notches, with green-black veins as alive as a flood dragon.
A two-zhang-tall Black Thunder Demon Body erged in mid-air, such montum causing Lu Chenzhou’s eyes to narrow, facing a threat akin to a Grandmaster!
A stark, unadorned leg struck out, and the just-burst-seed Lu Chenzhou, along with his spear, was shot out of the arena like a cannonball, utterly helpless.
Lu Chenzhou’s Cloud Ascending Ladder activated, but he felt a pull from below, threatening to drag him into the abyss.
"Outside the arena, there’s no Qi Flow to leverage." His expression changed.
Just then, a large, sturdy hand descended, grabbing him and tossing him back onto the arena.
Lu Chenzhou steadied himself, looking at Worcester, clasped his fists solemnly, and said, "Thank you, sir; I will never forget your life-saving grace. I lost."
Worcester sat cross-legged, his aura constantly shifting, endless thunder pervading the void; he suddenly spoke calmly:
"That feeling has co, I must break these shackles, Lu, please protect ... I need to Breakthrough Forth in the God and Demon Battlefield!"
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