101: Chapter 101 Ultimate Moves Clash

Before his voice could even fade, Zhang Wen suddenly pointed the divine resonance piercing thunder spear toward the firmament!

At this moment, the "Nine Heavens Tribulation Thunder" within his body seemed to break free from all shackles, emitting a deafening roar.

The pale purple Lightning Radiance was no longer released outward but condensed inward frantically, forming a deep layer of violet-black on the surface of his body.

The color was so dark it seemed capable of swallowing light, yet hidden in its deepest depths was a throb of destruction that could annihilate everything.

"That is..." Vice Principal Zhou Wentao on the high platform suddenly sat up straight.

The contempt on Zhou Tong's face vanished instantly, replaced by solemnity.

He could feel an unprecedented, terrifying power gathering. That power was more domineering and violent than his Heaven Burning Flame Breath, carrying a weight of judgment that seemed to come from above the Nine Heavens.

"Profound Truth—Ninth Heaven Annihilation - Thunder Burial Great Heaven!"

As Zhang Wen's voice fell, the entire arena suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Immediately after, a deafening thunderclap echoed from the sky! It was not a natural sound of thunder, but the sound of Tribulation Thunder that seemed to come from ancient times.

Countless violet-black lightning bolts gathered from all directions, condensing into a rolling sea of thunder above his head.

In the center of the thunder sea, a violet-black thunder pillar as thick as a water bucket slowly took shape.

Billions of tiny lightning filaments wound around the surface of the thunder pillar, each containing enough power to tear apart heaven and earth.

The protective shield of the entire arena flickered violently, and energy ripples spread visibly to the naked eye. People at the edge of the stands could even feel the ground beneath their feet trembling slightly.

"Madman..."

Zhou Tong's expression changed completely. He finally understood that the New Student before him was not some "monster" at all, but a Vicious Beast harboring world-destroying power.

He dared not hold back any longer. His hands quickly formed seals, and the Heaven Burning Flame Breath within his body burned frantically. Within the crimson-gold flames, a phantom of a Flame God, thirty feet tall, gradually emerged.

The Flame God held a blazing longsword, its eyes burning with raging fury. This was his trump card—

"Heaven Burning Flame Breath—Flame Hell Incinerating the World!"

The Flame God phantom let out a deafening roar and slashed down toward the thunder sea with its blazing longsword!

In an instant, an orange-red wave of fire spanning heaven and earth rose into the sky. Everywhere it passed, the air was ignited, forming a long tunnel of flames, and even space itself seemed to be warped by the heat.

The violet-black thunder pillar and the orange-red fire wave collided violently in the center of the stage!

There was no earth-shattering explosion; instead, there was a moment of absolute silence.

Immediately following that, a blinding white light erupted from the center of the collision, illuminating the entire arena as if it were broad daylight.

A terrifying energy shockwave spread frantically from the point of impact, and the protective shield cracked with a loud "snap."

The bluestone slabs of the stage exploded piece by piece, and rubble mixed with lightning and fire splashed in all directions.

Even Zhou Wentao on the high platform had to take action, using his Qi to prop up a barrier to protect the people around him.

Amidst the pervasive dust, two figures stood facing each other from a distance within the turbulent energy.

Zhang Wen was kneeling on one knee, the divine resonance piercing thunder spear thrust deep into the ground, supporting his swaying body.

His clothes had been burned to shreds, his skin was covered in fine wounds, and the thunder patterns were so dim they were almost invisible. His Aura was so weak it seemed it might cut off at any moment.

But his eyes remained fixed on the opponent, without the slightest wavering.

Zhou Tong's situation was not much better.

The Flame God phantom had dissipated, the flames on his body were completely extinguished, his hair was charred and standing on end from the thunder's force, and his exposed skin was covered in crisscrossing wounds.

Violet-black lightning filaments still lingered in the wounds, constantly eroding his life force.

On his chest, a wound so deep the bone was visible was particularly striking. It was left by the grazing aftermath of the thunder pillar; beneath the charred flesh, one could see his pulsing internal organs.

"Why... why..." Zhou Tong's voice trembled with disbelief.

He couldn't understand how a Late Stage Subtlety Realm could possibly withstand his trump card, and even... wound him?

Zhang Wen did not answer, but slowly raised his right hand and gripped the handle of the divine resonance piercing thunder spear.

The last trace of thunder energy in his body was concentrated at the spear's tip. That light was faint, yet it carried a decisive sharpness.

Looking at that faint Lightning Radiance, Zhou Tong suddenly understood something, and a look of despair appeared on his face.

He wanted to raise his hand to block, but found that the Qi in his body had been completely locked down by the violet-black lightning filaments; he couldn't even move a finger.

Zhang Wen exerted force suddenly, pulling up the divine resonance piercing thunder spear. Carrying the final trace of thunder energy, he took a step forward. This step was very slow, yet it carried an unstoppable Aura.

The spear tip finally stopped in front of Zhou Tong's throat. That faint Lightning Radiance reflected the utter indignation in Zhou Tong's eyes.

*Thud.* Zhou Tong fell straight down, completely losing consciousness.

Only then did the pervasive dust gradually dissipate.

When the scene on the stage became clear, the entire arena was silent.

Leaning on his spear, Zhang Wen struggled to stand up straight.

His figure looked particularly thin in the sunlight, yet it carried a soul-stirring power.

After an unknown amount of time, a mountain-shaking cheer erupted from the stands:

"Zhang Wen! Zhang Wen!"

"A Late Stage Subtlety Realm defeated a Peak of the Penetration Realm! What kind of god-tier battle is this?!"

"Thunder Burial of the Great Daluo Heaven... it's too terrifying!"

The senior students were dumbstruck; some even instinctively rubbed their eyes, as if unable to believe the facts before them.

Zhou Tong of the Junior Year's First Stage, the man known as the "Heaven Burning War God," had actually been defeated by a New Student!

At the entrance of the tunnel, Su Xue supported herself against the wall and stood up. A brilliant smile appeared on her pale face. Her hand holding the "Freezing Frost" sword tightened slightly, and the ice flowers on the sword tassel seemed to sparkle.

Far away, Ding Siyi could no longer hold back. She hurried onto the field to support Zhang Wen, looking at him with heartache.

On the other side, Vice Principal Zhou Wentao clapped and laughed loudly, his voice spreading throughout the arena.

"Good! What a Nine Heavens Tribulation Thunder! What a Zhang Wen!"

In the shadows, the Principal stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the swaying yet still upright figure on the stage. A flash of relief and expectation crossed his eyes: "This boy... his future achievements will be limitless."

Amidst the overwhelming cheers, Zhang Wen shouldered the divine resonance piercing thunder spear. Sunlight pierced through the dust and fell upon him; though disheveled, he was so dazzling that one could not look away.

He knew that this battle was not the end, but the beginning of his true entry into this world.