Chapter 435 — Lou Cheng Battles GOD; Xiao Yan's Revelation
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The First Martial Arts Tournament of the Three Realms.
Lou Cheng, once a callow youth, now stood rooted in place clad in a brown-black martial tunic, like an ancient tree a thousand years old, radiating an immovability that unsettled all who beheld him.
In the professional martial arts circuit, he had fought a hundred battles and won every one, never once tasting defeat.
Even before the Three Realms Tournament was convened, he had already broken through the legendary "forbidden zone," attaining a realm even he himself could not fathom.
And now, in this very tournament, through battle after battle of life-and-death struggle, Lou Cheng had proven his Dao-fruit, and his cultivation had advanced a hundred feet further from the top of the hundred-foot pole!
His opponent now was the favorite to take the championship.
Longbrow, who styled himself GOD.
The man had chosen for himself the codename "God"!
From this alone one could see how arrogant and conceited this Ming Yuan was, how insufferably overweening!
Before the fusion of the Three Realms, Longbrow had already been a peerless master steeped in the Daoist arts.
He had subdued the White Tiger, so that no hair grew on his body, and shattered the void to behold the divine.
Yet such a realm, in Lou Cheng's eyes, was nothing remarkable.
Three Earths, each with its own unique system of cultivation—who was stronger, who weaker, was a matter of empty wrangling; one could argue until the mouth went dry and it would mean nothing. There was only one way to settle it: fight.
The dead are the weak.
The living are the strong!
Such is the naked, bloody truth of what is called martial combat.
Standing before GOD, Lou Cheng's brows drew tightly together, and his expression grew grave.
From the vantage of an onlooker, every opponent GOD had faced had been no match for a single blow.
Encounter, instant kill, battle over.
Over and over, the same cycle.
At his current realm, Lou Cheng could have done the same, and so he had not taken GOD to heart.
After all, the only rivals he truly acknowledged in his heart were the contemporaries bred by his master Xiao Yan's two friends—Wang Chao and Li Qiuxian.
But now, with this comical fellow Ming Yuan—long of brow and with scarcely a hair elsewhere on his body—standing before him, Lou Cheng realized at once that he had been wrong.
Wrong beyond all measure!
This GOD, for all his arrogance, possessed capital so vast it drove men to despair.
It was said that some years ago, GOD had used his own life-domain to pry open space by force, shattering the entire ring of Jupiter and drawing it into his body, forcibly refining and absorbing it—as though he meant to walk a path of evolving all things in the universe from within himself.
Lou Cheng had assumed it was all rumor and exaggeration.
Ten years since the fusion of the Three Realms, superhuman powers had risen, and world-shatterers had long since appeared—but to swallow a planet into one's body and forcibly contain and refine it? How great would such a man's bodily density have to be?
And with the ring of Jupiter gone, the entire solar system would be thrown into violent turmoil—so why had Earth shown no reaction at all?
Now, standing before GOD, Lou Cheng felt his own breathing crushed to its limit, so that he could scarcely draw air.
His heart had stopped beating.
No longer pumping blood, his entire circulation stalled in his veins like magma gone still.
Facts speak louder than eloquence.
This opponent was indeed a terrifying existence mighty enough to devour the stars.
"Enter his body, become a part of him! Share in the glory of the Creator God!"
This mad notion spread wildly through Lou Cheng's mind, like the most lethal of viruses.
Step by step, he walked toward GOD.
His body was no longer under his control.
"Diligent all day long, moving in step with the times."