189: Chapter 189 Suppressed Martial Arts, the Final Madness!

As the words fell, the thunderous punishment in the sky did not cease; instead, it became even more violent.

Boom! Rumble!

Bolts of lightning, thicker than before, pierced down mercilessly like golden spears thrown by a Heavenly God.

Under such heavenly might, the indestructible alloy arena began to develop charred, melted craters, and a pungent smell of ozone permeated the air.

The entire Cloud Top Palace seemed to have turned into a purgatory being cleansed by lightning.

In the center of this purgatory, Lin Qi's figure darted at high speed through the gaps between countless serpentine bolts of electricity.

His [Ghost Shadow Yu Step] had been pushed to an unprecedented extreme, his movement speed so fast that it left behind only a string of blurred afterimages, as if a dozen Lin Qis were fleeing across the arena at the same time.

But it was useless.

There was too much lightning, and the coverage was too wide.

This was not a battle that could be compensated for by technique; this was a natural disaster.

"Crackle!"

Another lightning bolt, as thick as a bowl, precisely predicted his movement and sealed off all his escape routes.

Lin Qi's eyes narrowed; there was no way to dodge.

He could only sink his waist sharply and cross his arms to protect his front.

The thunderbolt struck his arms heavily.

"Bang!"

A massive, overwhelming force arrived, accompanied by an intense numbness that caused his entire body to stiffen. The Prototype Golden Body beneath his skin activated autonomously, a layer of pale golden light swiftly circulating to neutralize and disperse the lightning power invading his body.

But before he could catch his breath, three or four more lightning bolts followed in quick succession.

He could only roll to the side in a sorry state to dodge the fatal strikes, but his body was still grazed by the violent aftershocks of the lightning.

The already washed-out sportswear he wore had become tattered, resembling a beggar's outfit. On his exposed skin, charred scars crisscrossed; although the powerful recovery ability of the Prototype Golden Body prevented severe injuries, the burning pain was real, stimulating every nerve in his body.

Frustrating!

This was the most frustrating fight Lin Qi had ever fought since arriving in this world.

He possessed the strength to split mountains and cleave rocks, and the martial arts insights to reach the heavens, yet at this moment, he was like an ant being chased and burned by a brat with a magnifying glass, unable to even touch the hem of his enemy's clothes.

"Hahahaha!"

High in the air, Li Pojun looked down at the disheveled Lin Qi in the sea of thunder and let out a laugh of extreme satisfaction.

So satisfying!

This feeling was just too satisfying!

That small fry who had dared to mock him in public not long ago and used his poison to complete a Breakthrough was now hiding here and there under his power like a stray dog.

This thrill of revenge made every cell in his body tremble with excitement.

"Do you see that? You trash!"

Li Pojun's voice carried an air of superior judgment, spreading across the entire arena accompanied by the sound of thunder.

"Is this your ancient martial arts? Is this the Physical Body you are so proud of? In front of my Lightning Judgment, it's nothing more than a slightly more durable punching bag!"

In the livestream chat and the spectator stands, everyone fell silent.

"It's over... How is he supposed to fight this?" Zhang Wei's face was bloodless, his corpulent body shaking like a sieve. "Brother Qi... he simply can't touch the opponent!"

Beside him, Elder Mo's expression was grave to the extreme, his hands tightly gripping the ancient book.

"Air superiority... This is one of the most unreasonable advantages in the digitized combat system. A Martial Artist's strength lies in close quarters. Once the distance is infinitely widened and they face this kind of indiscriminate, wide-coverage long-range attack, nine out of ten parts of their martial arts are rendered useless."

Instructor Su Qing did not speak, but her cold eyes were filled with unprecedented worry. She knew better than anyone that when facing an S-rank Law professional who possessed flight capabilities and nearly inexhaustible energy, any existence on the ground appeared so small and powerless.

The tens of billions of viewers across the entire Federation were all feeling the same way at this moment.

The Martial Dao Devil King, who had created countless miracles and punched his way through the entire tournament with his bare fists, seemed destined to meet his end here, in the most powerless way possible.

"I won't kill you that quickly."

Li Pojun enjoyed the attention of everyone and enjoyed Lin Qi's disheveled state; he spread his arms wide, as if embracing the entire sky.

"I want everyone in the Federation to watch with their own eyes as you are gradually drained of your stamina, how you go from struggling to being powerless, and finally kneel on the ground like a dog, desperately waiting for me to grant you death!"

"I want to use your miserable state to tell everyone! In this era, there is no longer any room for you remnants of the old era to survive! Data is the only god!"

His voice was full of the fervor of a fanatic missionary.

In the sea of thunder, Lin Qi dodged while listening to the noise from the sky.

His brain was working at an unprecedented speed.

Tank it? No.

This guy is connected to the thunderclouds in the sky; his energy is like he's running on infinite hacks.

Although his Prototype Golden Body could take hits, every time he tanked a hit, it was a huge drain. Being exhausted to death was only a matter of time.

Ranged attacks? Don't even think about it.

His longest-range attack method was kicking a stone from under his feet, and that power wouldn't even be enough to tickle the opponent.

What to do?

There was only one way!

Close combat!

He had to do everything possible to rush up into that sky and grab that fly buzzing around in the air!

But... how to get up there?

He didn't have wings.

As soon as this thought arose, a gate in Lin Qi's mind that had been sealed for a long time seemed to be blown open.

In his past life, after he had ascended to the Peak of the Martial Saint Realm and exhausted all the martial arts in the world, he had discussed the ultimate of Martial Dao with several close friends who also stood at the pinnacle of martial arts.

At the time, a friend known as the "Martial Maniac" had proposed a near-fantastical hypothesis.

"Everything in the world has a 'Law.' Birds can fly because their wings catch the wind and their bones are hollow. Fish can swim because their fins move the water and their bodies are streamlined. We Martial Artists temper our Physical Body to the extreme; our Qi and blood are like mercury, our muscles and bones like steel, and our strength has long surpassed the mundane. Why can we not use strength to prove the Dao and break the Laws of the mundane?"

"When strength is powerful enough, and speed is fast enough, the air can also be a staircase! The earth can also be an aid! At the extreme of strength, it is not impossible to... walk on air!"

This hypothesis was considered a pipe dream at the time.

Because it required the utilization of one's own strength and the external environment to reach a divine and enlightened Realm, and it required a powerful Physical Body capable of withstanding such extreme bursts.

But now...

Lin Qi looked down at his skin, which was faintly shimmering with precious light under the reflection of the lightning.

He felt the immortal golden essence deep within his bones.

Perhaps... he could try?

Just at this moment, as Lin Qi's thoughts raced, Li Pojun in mid-air seemed to feel that the cat-and-mouse game had become a bit boring.

He looked at the figure below, whose movements were clearly a beat slower, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

"It seems your stamina has reached its limit, bug."

He slowly raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand, a dark golden thunderball, more brilliant than any lightning before and carrying a hint of destructive aura, was rapidly condensing.

"It's over."

Li Pojun's voice was as cold as ice.

"How can a bug like you, who can only crawl on the ground, fight against me?"