Zhang Zhizhen's figure instantly appeared on the arena.
The arena fell silent once more. Everyone stared at the screens, watching the figure who had just stepped onto the arena.
'Who is this guy? Can he defeat his opponent?!'
The crowd clenched their fists in suspense, their eyes glued to the arena in dead silence.
The host was on the arena, looking conflicted and unsure of what to do. Zhang Zhizhen patted his shoulder and gestured for him to leave. The host breathed a sigh of relief and quickly descended from the platform.
Although he was a professional host, under the monstrous aura of the powerful experts present, he felt imnse pressure, and his usual silver tongue and improvisation failed him.
As he watched the host leave, Zhang Zhizhen fixed his gaze on his opponent.
"So, you're the next one I get to beat? Zhang Zhizhen of the Celestial Heart Sect?"
A mocking smile crept onto Silva's face.
"I'm here to see you off this stage."
Zhang Zhizhen's expression remained serene and unruffled. Faintly, his own limited Life Magnetic Field seed to fluctuate, its frequency gradually synchronizing with the surrounding Natural Magnetic Field.
For a mont, his form seed to lt into the surroundings, his presence becoming so faint that it even affected the audience in the front rows. It was as if Zhang Zhizhen had vanished from the arena without a trace.
'Where'd he go? He's gone? He was right there on the stage a mont ago!'
The spectators in the front row were baffled. In the next mont, they felt as if he was back on the arena again.
Celestial Heart Sect. Unity of Heaven and Man.
If one reached the Saint Awakening Level, they could manipulate their own magnetic field to resonate with the one around them, allowing them to vanish completely from the sight of ordinary people. The distortion of the magnetic field around their body would even prevent cara equipnt from capturing their image.
"Just a fancy trick," Silva said dismissively.
BANG!!
His muscles suddenly bulged as he entered the Wishful Size state, covering his body like a layer of armor. His fists, in particular, swelled beyond imagination until they looked like a pair of terrifying, heavy hamrs.
Zhang Zhizhen's pupils contracted. He could faintly see that his opponent's abnormally large fists were vibrating intensely at a frequency almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
It didn't look like a phenonon caused by exertion. Instead, it was as if so kind of vibrating device was hidden beneath the skin of his palms.
'Symbionts almost always cause physical mutations, and this man is clearly no exception. He hadn't shown it before, but now it seems the mutation is related to his hands.'
'A Demon General illusion that wields hamrs, fists like giant hamrs, and a vibration mutation...'
'It seems his attacks will carry an extrely powerful "shock" force. Combined with a physique on par with Xin Chencang's, clashing with him head-on will be difficult!'
BOOM!
The shadow behind him expanded violently, soon enveloping his body to form a black Demon General clad in Battle Armor and wielding two hamrs, its face ferocious and terrifying.
An imnse, oppressive pressure radiated outward.
'He isn't using his Saint Awakening Level power directly. This illusion can only be felt up close. But the sheer power of the illusion alone is already comparable to a top-tier Martial Artist.'
"I spent all that ti playing around with that last guy. Now, I've decided to get serious. I'm going to beat you as fast as possible."
"If you want to bla soone, bla that last guy for being so damn stubborn!!"
After summoning the Celestial Demon Illusion, Silva's Spiritual Will was inevitably affected. A hint of brutality lurked in his eyes, and the smile on his face turned savage.
SWOOSH!!
This ti, Silva took the offensive, his body flashing across more than ten ters to appear before Zhang Zhizhen in an instant.
BOOM!!
He stomped hard on the ground, and a massive fist descended from above with tyrannical force.
Zhang Zhizhen's eyes narrowed. In his state of Unity of Heaven and Man, his body swayed, and he sidestepped the attack.
With his presence greatly diminished by the Unity of Heaven and Man, he successfully evaded his opponent's strike.
"An Escape Skill?"
Silva's face contorted, and the demonic illusion behind him opened its gaping maw.
ROAR!!
A terrifying Heart's Desire Bursting Out radiated forth, rattling Zhang Zhizhen's spirit. It severed his connection with the Natural Magnetic Field, forcibly knocking him out of his state of Unity of Heaven and Man.
"You can't escape!"
Silva laughed maniacally as he brought a fist down like a hamr, the Celestial Demon Illusion behind him mirroring the action.
"Escape?"
A smile touched Zhang Zhizhen's lips as a brilliant light flared in his eyes.
The instant he was forced out of the Unity of Heaven and Man, his body abruptly swelled. He grew five centiters in a flash, transforming from an unnoticeable man into a magnificent Giant Spirit God that commanded everyone's attention.
His eyes grew cold, his body seed to be wreathed in crackling electricity, and dark clouds gathered above his head.
Majestic heavenly might, a punishnt of thunder upon the world.
Thunder Skill!
He held out a palm, its center cupped as if holding an egg.
He thrust his palm toward Silva.
The air was violently compressed within his cupped palm. Then, at the instant of contact, his hand flattened, and the compressed air detonated.
BOOM!!
Celestial Heart Sect, Thunder Palm!!
Fist t palm with an explosive crash. Silva's eyes narrowed in shock; his opponent's attack was just as powerful as his own.
anwhile, the Demon General illusion clashed with the Giant Spirit God that Zhang Zhizhen had manifested. As the Giant Spirit God moved, a bolt of celestial lightning shot down from the dark clouds above its head, like a punishnt delivered by the heavens themselves.
Struck by the divine thunder, the Demon General illusion trembled, and wisps of black smoke rose from its body. It had clearly been damaged.
The Thunder Skill of the Celestial Heart Sect—perfect for destroying wicked arts and demonic paths, the ultimate counter to spiritual fiends and monsters!!
Even against a General level Celestial Demon, the Thunder Skill of Zhang Zhizhen—now at the Peak of Guarding Dao—was still effective!
With his Celestial Demon Illusion damaged, Silva's body trembled slightly, and he took an involuntary step back.
"You..."
He stared at his opponent in astonishnt, seemingly not expecting a technique that could be so devastating to the Celestial Demon parasite within him.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!
Seizing the mont his opponent retreated, Zhang Zhizhen pressed his advantage. He unleashed a continuous barrage of palm strikes, and the sound of muffled thunder rolled across the arena like a volley of angry claps from the heavens.
Punish on behalf of Heaven!
Silva's Celestial Demon Illusion trembled violently, black smoke billowing from it without pause.
Although he had once been defeated by Zhou Yuanjue, Zhang Zhizhen's power was undeniably in the top three among the successors of the Southern Eight Sects. What's more, his Thunder Skill was a natural counter to Celestial Demons.
During the Celestial Demon hunt on Haisa Island, he had once nearly obliterated a Celestial Demon with a relentless assault of his Thunder Skill!
"You're just a puppet parasitized by a Demon Fiend."
"Without that Demon Fiend, what are you? What gives you the right to stand before ?"
"Even at the sa power level, and even with the might of a Demon Fiend, a piece of trash like you who relies on borrowed power could never defeat ."
"Stop holding back. Unleash the full power of that Demon Fiend inside you."
Zhang Zhizhen's eyes blazed like torches. His powerful, burly fra radiated a majestic and imposing aura, filled with a dignity that commanded awe.
'Without using Saint Awakening Level power, this man is simply no match for !'
'In fact, at the sa level, none of these Symbionts could possibly defeat a Donghua Martial Artist!'
'Will, technique, and power—these are not things you can obtain by taking a shortcut!'
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