Chapter 53: Blood Boiling in Battle
On the battle platform, the aura of eight prodigies was soaring wildly.
In an instant, all eight had advanced from the peak of the Qi Sea Realm to the first level of the Transformation Origin Realm.
Yes, truly the Transformation Origin Realm.
The primal energy of the Purple Cloud Mountain surged madly onto the platform.
Lin Hao’s opponents had transformed from eight peak Qi Sea Realm experts into eight Transformation Origin Realm elites.
“Protest!” Seeing this, Ren Baichuan shouted loudly.
“This violates the rules. The Hundred Sect Competition is only for disciples in the Qi Sea Realm. Now that they have advanced to the Transformation Origin Realm, according to regulations, they are disqualified from competing,” Yi Fuyao said.
“The Tai Xuan Sect demands an immediate halt to the match,” Mr. Ximen stepped forward, calling for the fight to be stopped.
Such a battle was utterly unfair—a death sentence.
The strength of these eight individuals was beyond question; each one was a peerless talent.
Now all eight had advanced to the Transformation Origin Realm. How could one possibly fight eight?
“Advancement during a match is a manifestation of one’s own strength and talent, and does not violate the rules,” Ling Que said. “Therefore, the match continues.”
Upon hearing this, everyone on Purple Cloud Mountain was stunned.
So this was Ling Clan’s true trump card.
They had gone to great lengths to deal with Lin Hao, who was only at the Qi Sea Realm.
By this point, no one could fail to see it.
Those eight on the platform had long harbored the foundation of the Transformation Origin Realm, suppressing their cultivation forcibly.
From the moment the name of the abandoned noble son appeared at the Ten-Zhang Dragon Gate, the Ling Clan had begun preparations for the Hundred Sect Competition.
Each person on the platform was an elite carefully selected by them, and to ensure absolute certainty, they even suppressed their cultivation.
This was Ling Que’s ultimate gambit, reserved for the very end.
Originally, they thought they wouldn’t have to use it.
But Lin Hao’s performance was too strong; they had no choice but to deploy it.
“Damn, with the Ling Clan playing like this, how can the Sacred Son survive?”
“They never intended to give the Sacred Son any chance—one Qi Sea Realm at level five against eight Transformation Origin Realm at level one. It’s a death sentence.”
“It’s unfair, utterly unfair. The so-called Hundred Sect Competition is just a game for the powerful.”
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The elders and disciples of Tai Xuan Sect were filled with righteous indignation, grinding their teeth.
But they also knew that anger was useless.
They could not defeat the Ling Clan; they didn’t even have the capital to reason with them.
“Your Highness, Ninth Prince, do you also find this reasonable?”
Mr. Ximen once again looked towards the Ninth Prince.
Given the current situation, the only person on Purple Cloud Mountain who could speak a word of fairness was the Ninth Prince.
The Ninth Prince sat upright in a wicker chair, lightly raising his eyes to glance at the battle platform, then at Mr. Ximen. He said, “Advancement during combat is an unforeseen circumstance that has occurred in previous competitions.”
“When they entered the competition, they were in the Qi Sea Realm. The regulations for the Hundred Sect Competition do not forbid advancement during matches, so this is within the rules.”
The Ninth Prince’s words made Mr. Ximen’s expression turn extremely unpleasant.
In truth, he himself knew very well that there was no clear rule on this unforeseen circumstance.
No rule means it complies with regulations.
Therefore, this battle was unavoidable.
Sigh!
In the end, Mr. Ximen sighed and turned back to the Tai Xuan Sect’s side.
“There is no need to halt the competition.”
From the battle platform came Lin Hao’s voice.
He stood in the center of the platform, staring at the eight newly advanced Transformation Origin Realm prodigies; his loose black hair danced in the wind.
His eyes flickered with a crimson glow.
His purple robes fluttered as an unprecedentedly ferocious battle intent surged wildly from his body.
Yes, an extremely violent battle intent.
The Supreme Divine Vein seemed to sense Lin Hao’s battle intent, emitting a dragon’s roar from within him—like nine azure dragons howling to the heavens.
He never feared battle!
In the distance, a huge mule’s head emerged from a mountaintop. It looked toward the platform and said, “Good, the Supreme Body is about to erupt.”
“According to ancient legends, the Supreme Body has another name: the Innate Battle Body. This physique is born for combat; the stronger the opponent, the stronger it becomes. Once the battle blood boils, the potential of the Supreme Body is unleashed, far beyond what these mundane geniuses can compare to.”
The Ninth Lord’s eyes shimmered. After countless ages, seeing the Supreme Body erupt once again, he could not help but tremble.
On the platform, Lin Hao’s black hair whipped wildly. His eyes shone like golden lanterns. With a roar, he shouted, “Then let’s fight.”
Having said that, he paused, activated Divine Movement Technique, locked onto one opponent, and threw a punch.
“Overestimating yourself. A mere level-five Qi Sea Realm, like a mayfly shaking a tree,” the youth sneered, now that he had advanced to the Transformation Origin Realm, completely disregarding Lin Hao.
He stretched out his arm; runes flickered in his palm, turning it into a gleaming red-gold. His palm violently collided with Lin Hao’s Tiger-Subduing Fist.
Bang!
Where fist met palm, sparks flew in the void.
Lin Hao was blasted back several steps, feeling his chest pulse with surging qi and blood, his arm numb.
Such was the might of the Transformation Origin Realm.
“Again!”
Lin Hao’s movements were as swift as lightning. The moment he retreated, he struck again, charging at his opponent.
“Damn it, madman!” The youth cursed, summoning a massive seal which he smashed toward Lin Hao.
Boom...
As expected, Lin Hao was once again sent flying, blood staining the corner of his mouth.
But in the next moment—
Lin Hao struck with another punch.
The youth trembled in horror as he realized Lin Hao’s every attack verged on madness. Although injured, each strike was stronger than the last.
More terrifyingly, although he unleashed a powerful battle technique, with his own first level Transformation Origin Realm cultivation, he could only wound Lin Hao, unable to slay him.
“Attack him together! What are you doing, playing one-on-one?” Ling Que growled in anger, transmitting a command to the eight.
“Together!”
One shouted. The eight Transformation Origin Realm cultivators’ auras surged together. Though they had lost their weapons, their combat strength remained formidable.
They unleashed their violent battle techniques; in an instant, the platform was alive with dragons soaring and tigers leaping, battle seals flying as they simultaneously struck Lin Hao.
At this moment, Lin Hao felt an immense pressure.
It was as if bearing a mountain upon his body.
His black hair whipped wildly, like a demon god.
He stood firm in the center of the platform, facing the combined assault of eight Transformation Origin Realm prodigies without dodging or evading.
Yes, he did not dodge.
Though he had the Divine Movement Technique, he chose not to use it now.
He bellowed to the heavens, “Then... let’s fight.”
His supreme blood boiled; a dragon-shaped aura of blood and qi flew from above his head.
Pressed by the eight prodigies’ pressure, Lin Hao’s bones cracked and shifted.
The Qi Sea churned, and the nine Supreme Divine Veins came alive.
Supreme flames enveloped him; he was like a god of war forged from fire.
Transformation Origin Realm? So what?
He feared nothing!
He punched into the void, boldly confronting the eight Transformation Origin Realm prodigies head-on.
Under such pressure, the potential of the Supreme Body was being unleashed, filling every limb and bone.
Lin Hao could already hear the sound of breaking through a barrier.
Boom...
This strike was earth-shattering.
Countless eyes turned toward the platform.
As expected, Lin Hao was destined to die.