Swallowing the Stars: Starting with the Giant of Light

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But the next moment, a sharp gust of wind rang in his ears, and a slap came straight at him, smashing his head open.

"Looks like the person hasn't changed!"

Watching the host get easily defeated, the War King rubbed the blood off his hands, his expression remaining unchanged.

If it wasn't someone changing their posture, then it means it was some kind of mental control.

After all, he was certain that he had not given such an order.

The host of this duel arena is also a professional. Most importantly, the King of War himself is here. If there were no problems with him, he would definitely check beforehand.

Since they're about to go on stage, shouldn't we at least confirm the players' identities beforehand?

As for mistaken killings, a small-time professional like me doesn't care at all.

Seeing the War King's decisive action, the audience, who had just been excited, suddenly felt a pang of anxiety, and a bad premonition welled up in their hearts.

Looking at it this way, there might be something wrong with this battle.

I knew it! A battle personally fought by the War King wouldn't be handled so hastily.

"No one is allowed to leave."

Just as some audience members were secretly trying to leave, the War King suddenly roared, making everyone sit back down in their original seats.

They weren't entirely sure what had happened, but the audience knew they absolutely couldn't defy the War King's authority, or they would suffer the same fate as the host.

The difference in strength between the two meant that even if the War King couldn't kill them all, he could still kill most of them.

In an instant, the once lively dueling arena fell into a solemn and tense atmosphere, with many people not daring to breathe loudly for fear of attracting the attention of the War King.

"The audience is all here, aren't you going to come out?" the War King shouted, his heavy voice echoing throughout the entire arena.

"Sorry, I'm a little late!"

Just then, a lazy voice rang out, and then a simply dressed young man walked out of the arena's exit passage.

Looking at the young man before him, the War King's expression remained solemn and serious, but his eyes were constantly scrutinizing him.

"Are you Motian, or someone else?" the War King asked slowly, his eyes filled with intense scrutiny.

“I am Motian!” Lu Yunhe nodded; this was also his real name in this world.

“A Black Iron-level professional!” the War King said slowly, his expression filled with confusion.

He had just used a detection technique to confirm that the other party was indeed a Black Iron level professional, or that they had used some kind of concealment technique to hide their strength.

But what's the point of hiding one's Iron-level strength? And judging from the tone just now, it doesn't seem like they're deliberately concealing it; it seems they really only have an Iron-level profession.

"Yes, Iron level, is there a problem?" Lu Yunhe said nonchalantly. He had only been a professional for a few days and had not yet completed his professional advancement. He was still at the Iron level.

"Iron grade?"

Upon hearing their conversation, the audience members immediately began to whisper among themselves, some of them expressing disbelief.

You should know that the War King is a Silver-level professional, which is two levels below the Iron-level.

Even if someone comes from the Upper City District, and no matter how exceptionally talented they are, it's impossible for them to be two levels above the rest.

After all, to become a Silver-level professional, one's own aptitude is not bad, and all kinds of inheritances are complete.

"Ha ha!"

Upon hearing Lu Yunhe's answer, Zhan Wang covered his face with one hand and burst into laughter.

shuh…

The next moment, the War King, with lightning speed, threw a punch at the seemingly unprepared enemy on the other side.

tread!

Lu Yunhe stepped back to the side, thus dodging the swift attack.

The force of the punch swept past, leaving a deep mark on the ground, before slamming into the arena's defenses. The meticulously crafted iron wall was instantly cracked.

Seeing this attack, the audience felt a chill run down their spines and began to doubt whether the arena's defenses could really withstand a Silver-level attack.

Well, if a Silver-ranked professional player specifically attacks the arena's defenses, then it definitely won't be able to stop it. But if it's just the aftershocks, it's still within the acceptable range.

"Dodged? Was it an accident, or was it within the calculation range?" The War King's heart stirred, and the straight punch he threw immediately swept horizontally.

Seeing this opportunity, Lu Yunhe lowered his body slightly and delivered a punch from below, silently striking the weak joint of the War King's swing.

boom…

The War King's right hand, which he had swung out, was struck in the joint by a force, causing his entire arm to involuntarily swing upwards, only to miss again.

Due to inertia, the force from the arm pulled him back a step.

tread!

The War King took a step back, his foot sinking into the ground to stop himself, staring at his enemy in disbelief.

"Is this really a Black Iron grade?" War King was somewhat incredulous.

You have to understand, he didn't hold back at all just now. Not to mention Iron-level professionals, even Bronze-level professionals would have been directly crushed by him.

However, his opponent easily dodged his attack and even launched a counterattack. However, judging from the strength of the counterattack, it was indeed still at the Iron level.

That's terrifying. If the opponent's strength were one or two levels higher, that punch would probably have been enough to seriously injure him.

"Who are you?"

The War King abandoned any sense of contempt and looked at the enemy before him with a solemn expression.

What level of power could possibly cultivate such a terrifying being?

"Could it be a disciple from some powerful force who has come out to gain experience?" the War King wondered.

Despite his domineering presence in the lower city, he seemed to regard the upper city as an equally great place.

However, those with true insight know that the entire Blackwater City is nothing more than a remote place, not worth a second glance from a true powerhouse.

“I’ve already said, I’m from the Southern District, and I don’t have any powerful backing.” Lu Yunhe adopted a close-combat stance and waved to the War King.

"hehe…"

Upon hearing Lu Yunhe's words, the War King didn't believe a word of them. What Southern District could possibly produce such an existence? Even the Upper District didn't have one.

Thinking of this, the War King tensed up, his mind racing, and his eyes scanning the entire arena.

Judging from the actions just now, the other party should also be a combat-type professional, which means that there are also mental-type professionals hiding in the shadows.

I just don't know if it's a collaboration, bodyguards, or some kind of stroke of luck...

Regardless, as the Central War King of the Lower City, his pride made it impossible for him not to dare to make a move under these circumstances.

"Since it was the Heavenly King who took the initiative to invite me, then don't blame me for being impolite."

With a roar, the War King's blood and qi surged, and endless power surged from his body, impacting the entire arena. The scorching heat even dyed the surrounding air red.

The surrounding audience, though still somewhat apprehensive, could not hide their excitement at the sight. Such a display of the War King's full power was rare in the entire history of the arena.

"Go, War King!"

"kill him!"

Suddenly, a group of people shouted, which then stirred up the entire arena.

The initial panic caused by the King of War killing the host has returned to normal.

"war!"

Amidst the cheers of the audience, the War King's spirit was highly energized, and he once again chose to strike first.

Enveloped in qi and blood, his body, like a savage giant elephant, crashed straight into Lu Yunhe, trampling the entire earth.

Lu Yunhe was already used to the War King's choice to use force to suppress others.

In the Broken Tooth Mountains, he rarely fought evenly matched battles; he relied entirely on his cultivation level to overcome the odds and bridge the gap in strength.

The War King's aura was very strong, so Lu Yunhe naturally did not choose to confront him head-on. He had only recently taken on a part-time job in the Life Origin Dao lineage, and his strength was indeed only at the Black Iron level.

However, this amount of power is more than enough to deal with a mere War King.

Faced with the War King's rampage, Lu Yunhe was like a butterfly in flight, leaping over the War King's head.

"Trying to hide!"

"Roar…"

Seeing Lu Yunhe's actions, the War King seemed to have been prepared. He raised his head and roared, the sound waves mixed with the power of blood and qi into the space, and unleashed a wide-range attack.

If the opponent is indeed only at the Iron level, then I would definitely not choose to confront him head-on with his strength.

The War King also has his own set of attacks to deal with such people.

At this distance, his area-of-effect attacks are no different from his close-range attacks.

"Fudo Myooh!"

Lu Yunhe remained unmoved, forming a hand seal, instantly becoming like a diamond, unmoved by any storm.

"Four taels is a thousand pounds!"

The next moment, Lu Yunhe waved his arm, like a butterfly spreading its wings, flapping it continuously in mid-air, each palm striking directly into the air.

swish swish swish...

Instantly, the attack that the War King had just unleashed in mid-air was struck directly at its weak point by a force, causing the power in the entire space to become chaotic.

The disordered energy created chaos, yet it was crystal clear in Lu Yunhe's eyes.

Then, with another swing of his arms, the chaotic energy, drawn together by another force, condensed into a giant, transparent hand that instantly descended from the sky and struck the War King.

bang...

Before Zhan Wang could even muster any strength, he was slammed into the ground by this palm strike. The attack that was about to hit Lu Yunhe was now returned to him.

As for Lu Yunhe, he did a side somersault and landed steadily in the arena.

Wow!

"The King!"

"The King!"

Seeing this, the audience who had just been supporting the King of War suddenly switched sides and started chanting the name of the Heavenly King.