Super Combat Soldier
Chapter 935 - 934 【Young Powerhouse, Shaking the Heavens】

Chapter 935: Chapter 934 【Young Powerhouse, Shaking the Heavens】

The god within the Poison Saint Intense Flame Banner, though pursued by Ye Tianchen with the "Holy Heaven Prison," due to its ancient existence and combat power, even with Tianchen’s full use of the Divine Movement Skill, it was hard to catch. This god still vividly remembers the scene of the battle where the Poison Saint aimed to become an Emperor. It was a witness to the glory of a supreme powerhouse but felt regretful when the Poison Saint fell just one step short of becoming an Emperor. Everything seemed predestined; although the Poison Saint sat beneath the Heavenly Vault, confronting challenges from all directions, wreaking havoc, causing Corpse Mountains and Blood Seas, ultimately he was defeated by that young man wielding the "Holy Heaven Prison." This young man was astonishingly strong, his talent awe-inspiring throughout history, demanding admiration and reverence!

The Poison Saint battled for more than four hours, during which both his enemies and allies fought desperately, trying to stop him from becoming an Emperor and entering the Great Emperor’s cultivation realm. If the Poison Saint succeeded, for at least hundreds of thousands of years, this Martial Arts Great World could not witness another Emperor. If the Poison Saint succeeded, all these equally strong, equally proud individuals would spend their entire lives with no hope of reaching the Emperor realm, forever suppressed by the Poison Saint’s Magic Law, a fate worse than death. As martial artists, having gone through countless tribulations, sacrificing so much for cultivation, who wouldn’t want to be stronger? Who wouldn’t wish for longevity? Who wouldn’t strive for the Peak Martial Arts Realm? Where there are immortals, one should seek them; where there are goals, one should pursue them, without reason or need for reason!

Waves of strong warriors, each stronger than the last, were all slain by the Poison Saint after more than four hours of fierce combat. He stood high above the heavens, his face somewhat pale, but his eyes were like thunder and lightning, staring ahead. He knew it was not over yet; the vast expanse of the Martial Arts Great World held many unknown places with supreme powerhouses and proud talents who wouldn’t rest until they stopped and killed him. He couldn’t show fatigue or collapse now; otherwise, all his efforts would be in vain, and he could never become a Supreme Emperor-like figure.

Boom!

A loud noise shook the sky, and the Poison Saint glanced coldly at the heavens. A young man, hovering with a Magic Cube Cage above his head, his eyes profoundly deep, appeared. Judging by his age, he was likely only around a hundred years old. In those flourishing cultivation times on Earth, many lived for over a thousand years yet never reached the Emperor realm. A hundred years was still very young for a martial artist. Yet, such a young man exerted unprecedented pressure on the Poison Saint. He was incredibly powerful, with unfathomably deep eyes, coldly saying to the Poison Saint: "You and I, battle is inevitable. This world can only have one Emperor. Let’s fight!"

The Poison Saint glanced at the young man, startled. He couldn’t see through the young man’s cultivation; an elusive, powerful aura shrouded him. Even when the Poison Saint fully mobilized his Martial Arts True Power and probed with Divine Thought, he gained nothing. Who was this young man? To have such a cultivation realm at his age was terrifying—a talent of the ages, an extraordinary talent!

"Who are you?" the Poison Saint asked, regaining his composure. He was a notable figure, having traversed this world for many years and wouldn’t be easily intimidated. Furthermore, he was already half a step into the Emperor Realm, superior in both combat power cultivation and understanding of all things.

"Who I am doesn’t matter. There must be a battle between you and me. You aspire to become a supreme Emperor, and so do I. Defeating you, I shall cross the Emperor Tribulation and become the ruler of this world!" the young man said, eyes fixed on the Poison Saint.

"What? You mean... you also have the ability to cross the Emperor Tribulation now?" the Poison Saint couldn’t help but ask.

"Naturally, otherwise, I wouldn’t have come here to fight you. The Martial Arts World’s Magic Law is peculiar; it’s impossible for two Supreme Emperors to emerge simultaneously, nor for two to cross tribulations at the same time. Only after one wins and the other loses can the victor safely focus on crossing the Emperor Tribulation and become a peerless Great Emperor." The young man exuded no overwhelming killing intent, as he and the Poison Saint bore no personal grievances, but were compelled to battle by their shared pursuit of the ultimate peak realm!

The Poison Saint nodded. Although young, the man’s combat power was immensely profound, especially enveloped in a powerful and mysterious force. His eyes exuded an aura that did not meld with this world, his origins unknown. However, the Poison Saint understood that this young man might just be the greatest obstacle on his path to becoming an Emperor, the most formidable opponent he awaited. This battle would be uncertain, yet surely devastating. If he won, he could fully engage in the Emperor Tribulation. If he lost, he might not live and certainly could not reach the Emperor realm again.

"Come on, our battle will decide who can become a Supreme Emperor after a million years!" the Poison Saint roared, his momentum like a rainbow, his voice like thunder and lightning, shaking the Heavenly Vault.

"Wait a minute!" the young man said, glancing at the Poison Saint.

"Why? Are you afraid? Or regretting it?" the Poison Saint asked, stunned.

"No, the Emperor’s Road is the ultimate pursuit of a martial artist. No one would give it up, to die without regret. I want to give you an hour to heal. In the series of battles just now, you were injured, and your Martial Arts True Power was insufficient, preventing you from standing at Peak Combat Power. This is unfair to you in a battle between us!" the young man said seriously.

The Poison Saint frowned, looking at the young man. Indeed, he had not expected that this young man, not only with profound cultivation and formidable combat strength, which was unfathomable, would also have the confidence for a fair fight and possess a sense of righteousness. It was truly rare.

In the Martial Arts World, it is bloodthirsty and cruel, a survival of the fittest with no rules or fairness to speak of. It is only the victors who have the voice, while the losers face annihilation. To still harbor a sense of righteousness in such a world is indeed very rare!

"It’s not necessary. I am much older than you. Perhaps you are incredibly talented, but I will not lose to you!" The Poison Saint said seriously, looking at the young man.

"No, I insist on a fair fight. On the road to becoming an Emperor, every martial artist should have a chance, a competitive opportunity. This is my belief. Right now, you cannot reach a peak combat state, and defeat is certain. This would be unfair to you and an insult to me. Heal yourself, and I will wait!" After speaking, the young man sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, seemingly calming his mind.

The Poison Saint glanced at the young man, said nothing more, and also sat down cross-legged to start exercising his Mystical Skill for healing. As the young man had said, in the previous battles, he had faced challenge after challenge from powerful opponents, consuming too much of his Martial Arts True Power and suffering some injuries. Indeed, his combat strength could not reach its peak. This young man was unprecedentedly powerful, and he did not know to what extent the young man’s strength would be. Once the great battle started, it would only end with life or death. Being in a peak combat state was essential.

In the Poison Saint’s mind was surprise and disbelief. He had lived over two thousand years, experiencing countless battles and painstakingly cultivating to this moment, only barely stepping into the Emperor Realm with his current cultivation and combat strength. Yet, this young man who descended from the sky, being less than a hundred years old, already possessed such unprecedented strength. Who exactly was he? What lineage did he come from? Which sect or school did he belong to? Or perhaps, did he possess some powerful and unique physique? These were questions the Poison Saint wanted answers to.

An hour later, the Poison Saint opened his eyes, his face no longer showing fatigue. Reaching his level, healing took merely a moment, using his powerful Mystical Skill to restore himself and maintain a peak state. He stood up, holding the Poison Saint Intense Flame Banner, and looked at the young man not far away, saying, "Come, the battle between us will decide who becomes the master of this Martial Arts World!"

"Fine!"

With a single word, the young man soared into the air, delivering a powerful punch with a unique pose towards the Poison Saint. The Poison Saint frowned; the force of this punch was truly earth-shattering. As the young man hurled his punch, it seemed as if the heavens and the earth trembled, terrifying indeed.

Smack!

The Poison Saint countered, unleashing his Five Poison Palm, a palm descending from the heavenly vault, suppressing the young man. The punch aura of the young man was enveloped within, not harming the Poison Saint. However, the young man’s expression remained cold as he leaped up instantly reaching the Poison Saint’s presence, delivering another punch.

Boom!

From just one exchange, both the Poison Saint and the young man retreated three steps each, indicating that their combat strength was equivalent. In a true battle of powerful martial artists, determining victory does not take long; the result is often decided in a mere instant. So, when no winner emerged from their concrete exchange, both of them simultaneously activated their treasures, ready to engage in the most formidable killing battle.

"The power of the treasures is too great. Shall we battle in the starry sky to determine the victor?" inquired the young man.

"Of course, we shall!" The Poison Saint responded forcefully, as powerful as a rainbow at that moment. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com) for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)