Chapter 755: Clash of Physical Power
"I wonder how the Lord of Thunder Prison intends to help Cai Lin obtain the divine blood of the Ancient Swallowing Python."
Mang Cang's eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke, his voice echoing clearly.
Every member of the Celestial Swallowing Python Clan turned toward Mo Yu with curiosity in their gaze.
After all, the Divine Beast Origin was a place of savage competition, drawing the strongest spirit beast races. It was even rumored that the Blood Sky Jiao—descendants of the true dragon clan—coveted the divine blood of the Ancient Swallowing Python.
Although Mo Yu was young and already a ruler of his own domain, no one believed he would personally enter the Divine Beast Origin. Such an event was generally for the younger generation, and the other clans would never permit an outsider of his level to interfere.
Mo Yu only smiled faintly, offering no explanation. Instead, he turned his gaze to the black-robed figure standing quietly behind him.
"Hehe, leave it to me," said the black-robed man with a calm smile before stepping forward.
In a single motion, he appeared on the plaza below and saluted politely toward two figures seated there. "Gentlemen, by order of my lord, I've come to claim the final spot."
The two men—Zhao Xuan and Jia Qing—slowly looked up.
They each cast only a brief, dismissive glance at the black-robed newcomer before smirking faintly.
An unknown outsider daring to challenge them for a place—it was absurd. If he thought he could win, it was pure naivety.
Neither Zhao Xuan nor Jia Qing spoke to him. Instead, their eyes sought the distant figure of Clan Chief Mang Cang. The chief lowered his gaze slightly, then said calmly, "Since he wishes to challenge, the two of you may take the field."
Hearing that, Zhao Xuan and Jia Qing exchanged glances. They were momentarily taken aback—"the two of you"? Did the chief truly intend for both of them to fight one man?
From the black-robed figure's aura, he barely seemed to possess the strength of a Sixth-Grade Sovereign. Was that even worth such caution?
Up above, Cai Lin frowned slightly and glanced between Mo Yu and the cloaked man. There was something familiar about the aura emanating from him—something she knew intimately well.
But why would such a presence appear in someone else's body?
"Don't worry," Mo Yu said with a soft laugh, gently patting her hand. "I've taken care of everything. There won't be any problems."
Cai Lin smiled faintly. "I believe you."
She didn't know what Mo Yu's plan was—but years of trust told her that if he was involved, the outcome was already assured.
Meanwhile, on the plaza, Jia Qing smirked lazily. "Zhao Xuan, you lost to me by half a move last time. Why don't you go first this time?"
Though Mang Cang's words implied that both might fight together, Jia Qing clearly wasn't interested in teaming up.
Was it not a joke for two top-tier geniuses to fight one supposed Sixth-Grade Sovereign human together?
Zhao Xuan's brow twitched. He disliked Jia Qing's tone—but he had little patience for verbal sparring. Besides, he too disliked the Thunder Prison intruder before them.
He stepped forward leisurely, stopping a hundred meters from the black-robed man. "You wish to challenge us—but defeating you is like slaughtering a chicken with a butcher's blade."
Without further talk, Zhao Xuan took a step. Instantly, a cold, terrifying aura erupted from his body like a blizzard. The temperature of the entire area dropped sharply as frost crystallized across the ground. In mere seconds, half the plaza lay under a sheet of ice.
The black-robed avatar's eyes narrowed. The power radiating from Zhao Xuan was formidable—worthy of a genius among the Swallowing Python Clan.
Up in the air, Cai Lin bit her lip. "Mo Yu, that Zhao Xuan possesses the Five-Colored Swallowing Python bloodline of extreme cold. His strength is nearly that of a half step toward Seventh-Grade Sovereign. That subordinate of yours…"
Mo Yu chuckled softly. "Relax. I've sent you a very capable helper this time. Trust him as you trust me."
Cai Lin blinked in surprise. "Trust him... as I trust you?" she whispered.
Down below, the avatar's eyes sharpened. The calm in his face gave way to wild ferocity. His body stood tall and unmoving like a mountain, yet his presence exuded pure primal force.
The space behind him rippled. The ocean of power within his core stirred, and the frost encroaching within a hundred meters of him instantly melted into mist.
"Oh? So he's not entirely helpless after all," Zhao Xuan said lightly. With a flick of his fingers, countless snowflakes began to fall from the skies.
Boom!
In the next instant, Zhao Xuan's figure exploded into a storm of snow.
The avatar's senses tensed—his body jerked backward just in time. A rush of explosive energy burst from within him, his muscles tightening with crushing power.
A streak of icy light flashed like lightning behind him, piercing the air faster than sight.
The cold lanced directly toward his back!
It struck.
"Chi!"
The frigid energy condensed into needlelike fingers, piercing forward. Sharp frost crackled as a white layer spread rapidly across the avatar's back, crystallizing to trap him completely.
Zhao Xuan reappeared, standing behind his target, fingers pointed forward. His eyes gleamed coldly.
"Pathetic," he said with a disappointed shake of his head. "So weak…"
Boom!
Before the words faded, an eruption sounded from within the frozen cocoon. Power flared like a volcano. The ice shattered instantly.
Zhao Xuan's pupils shrank as his fingertips met something horrifying beneath the surface—a surging, feral strength that nearly crushed his bones.
In his mind's eye, he saw a massive, roaring ape shadow explode upward from his opponent's back.
Bang!
A wave of pure force blasted him backward through the air. Before he could recover, the black-robed figure lunged forward like a beast, its palm crashing toward his chest. The impact warped space itself.
"Close combat with me? Courting death!" Zhao Xuan sneered.
He wasn't afraid of hand-to-hand battle. Possessing the Five-Colored Swallowing Python's body, his flesh was comparable to reinforced divine steel—far beyond that of any human.
The onlookers thought the same. At the sight of the human charging head-on, mocking smiles crossed many faces.
Boom!
Zhao Xuan's claws curled like serpent fangs, snowflakes spinning rapidly at his fingertips, sharp enough to rip the void apart.
Their strikes collided.
The sound thundered, ground trembling violently. Both men's bodies jolted, the black-robed fighter showing no hint of pain, his gaze steady and calm.
Zhao Xuan, however, felt a sting ripple up his fingers. His face tightened in disbelief.
Impossible. His attacks struck something immovable—something like divine metal.
"H–How can his body be this strong!?"
His Swallowing Python body was that of a divine beast—every motion held earth-shattering power. And yet, this human at the Sixth-Grade Sovereign level was matching him evenly in brute strength.
"I don't believe it!" Zhao Xuan snarled. "Let's see how long you can endure!"
He unleashed his full might, claws bursting forward in a hail of icy mirages.
The avatar didn't flinch. His face remained fierce but calm.
Suddenly, crimson light roared from within him. Flame-like aura spread across his skin, boiling the air.
Within that inferno, a colossal ape shadow stood upon a mountain, pounding its chest, howling toward the heavens.
The avatar had activated his Divine Beast Physique. Ever since fusing with the essence blood of the Sky-Shaking Force Ape, his body had become akin to a living divine beast.
Zhao Xuan's physique may have been of divine lineage—but the avatar's was no weaker.
The air grew heavy with primal beast energy. The avatar's eyes blazed crimson, animalistic and sharp. With a deafening roar, he met Zhao Xuan's renewed strike head-on.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each collision shattered the air, shockwaves rippling outward in waves. The plaza's surface cracked apart; space itself twisted under the ferocious pressure.
Around them, countless Celestial Swallowing Python clansmen stood frozen in shock.
That frail-looking human form—they could all see it now—was not retreating in the face of such insane physical power. In fact, it was pressing the assault, growing fiercer with every strike!
The impossible had happened. A human was blocking Zhao Xuan's divine beast strength with brute force!
Bang!
Finally, both fighters delivered simultaneous blows, fists meeting in a deafening explosion. Stone splintered, and both figures slid back, leaving twin furrows across the plaza floor.
The audience gasped audibly.
None could believe what they had just seen. Zhao Xuan, with his powerful divine beast body, had failed to overpower a mere human!
This nameless man's body—it was as strong as a true divine beast!
At the edge of the plaza, Jia Qing narrowed his eyes, lips curling into a faint smile. "Now this is interesting… but if he thinks this alone will win our clan's spot, he's still far from qualified."
"Show me your true form," he said softly. "Let's see if you're worthy to bear the name of the Celestial Swallowing Python Clan."
(END CHAPTER)
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