70: Chapter 70 I Don't Want to Fight

The Illusion God Realm had ended. But this was merely an appetizer. The real feast was the Top 100 Arena Tournament.

After a brief rest, the drawing of lots for groups began. The one hundred Prodigies who had fought their way into the top one hundred would engage in one-on-one combat on the Heaven-Reaching Arena in the center of Tianjiao City to determine the final winner.

The results of the first round were too terrifying. The bustle that had originally filled the plaza was gone. All that remained was a sense of oppression and eeriness. Not a single Prodigy who had advanced could manage a smile.

Their eyes could not help but drift toward the direction of the Yaochi Holy Land. Within those gazes were fear, awe, and unwillingness.

There, a three-and-a-half-year-old toddler sat on the ground, drawing circles. He was humming a strange little tune.

He was like a dark cloud, pressing down on the hearts of all the Prodigies. No one wanted to run into this "Three-Year-Old Great Demon King" in the first round.

That was no longer a fight. It was a judgment.

"The first match of the second round: Blood Fiend Sect, Li Kuangtu, versus Great Xia Divine Dynasty, Li Changsheng!" The resonant voice fell. The entire venue went silent for three seconds.

Then, everyone's gaze turned toward a burly man. Those gazes were filled with pity.

The burly man reeked of blood. It was Li Kuangtu. A True Disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect, a ninth-stage Marquis Realm Cultivator, notorious for his crazy fighting style and ruthless methods.

In the first round of the illusion, he had slaughtered over a hundred Marquis-level illusion wolves by himself. His record ranked seventeenth; he was a tough nut to crack.

But now, this reckless man who feared neither heaven nor earth turned deathly pale in an instant. Deathly pale. His body was trembling violently.

Great Xia Divine Dynasty, Li Changsheng. He had drawn him. He had actually drawn that monster.

Li Kuangtu's throat went dry. He felt a bone-chilling cold. His mind was filled with images of Li Changsheng from the All-Heavens Treasure Mirror.

It was too absurd. Blowing a single breath to disperse the Demon-Slaying Alliance. Wiping out a Marquis-level squad with a wave of his hand. Staring a Divine Body Prodigy to death with a single look. How the hell was he supposed to fight? They were simply not on the same level.

"Li Kuangtu! Get up there!" An Elder in the Blood Fiend Sect's spectator area roared with a dark face. A Disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect could not cower without fighting.

Hearing the Elder's roar, Li Kuangtu shivered. He forced out a smile that was uglier than crying. He understood that this fight was unavoidable.

His steps were heavy. He moved step by step toward the arena forged from ten-thousand-year dark gold. It was just like walking to the execution ground.

On the other side, Yao Xi picked Li Changsheng up from the ground. "Little brother, it's your turn." Yao Xi gently helped him brush the dust off his bellyband.

Li Changsheng rubbed his sleepy eyes. He had just fallen asleep and had even dreamed that his Imperial Father had prepared a table full of delicious food. As a result, he hadn't managed to eat a single bite before being woken up. He was very unhappy. He let out a big yawn.

Yao Xi placed him on the other side of the arena. On the large arena, a three-foot-tall toddler faced a nine-foot-tall burly man. The scene was absurd.

On the arena, Li Kuangtu stared at the little one who was rubbing his eyes. He still looked like he hadn't woken up. Fear turned into humiliation.

He was a ninth-stage Marquis Realm Cultivator, a famous young expert in the Eastern Wasteland. Was he now going to be scared out of his wits by a toddler?

"Little brat! I don't care what tricks you pulled in the illusion!" Li Kuangtu roared; the louder his voice, the braver he seemed to feel.

"This is the Heaven-Reaching Arena, not a place for you to play tricks!" "Today, right in front of the entire Eastern Wasteland, I will tear off your mask!"

After he finished roaring, his Dharma power surged violently. "Blood Sea Floods the Heavens!" Boom. Blood-like Evil Qi shot into the sky. Behind him, it transformed into a churning sea of blood. Inside the blood sea, countless wronged Souls were wailing. The temperature on the arena plummeted.

This was his signature technique. The Evil Qi, capable of corroding the Divine Soul, rolled toward Li Changsheng.

Everyone stared intensely at the arena. This time, how would this "Three-Year-Old Great Demon King" fight? Would he still just wave his hand? Blow a breath?

The sea of blood Evil Qi could cause a Marquis to lose their composure. But Li Changsheng did not move. He just felt that the guy opposite him was too noisy. The smell of blood was also unpleasant, like the stench of rotten tomatoes.

He hadn't fully woken up, had morning grumpiness, and wanted to continue sleeping. He raised his little hand and rubbed his eyes. Looking at the baring-fanged big guy opposite him, he said in a milky voice.

"Uncle, you are so noisy. I'm sleepy, I don't want to fight." As soon as he finished speaking, he let out another yawn.

This time, an aura unconsciously radiated from his small body. It was clearer and more terrifying than any time before. This was not Dharma power, nor was it a Divine Soul attack. It was Sword Intent pressure. Sword pressure originating from the essence of life. The Origin sword pressure of the "Supreme Sword Body".

The sword pressure spread out. The ferocious expression on Li Kuangtu's face froze. His world had changed. The arena was gone, the audience was gone, and his "Blood Sea Floods the Heavens" was also gone.

Before his eyes, there was only one sword. An indescribable sword. It pierced through the Universe, from the beginning of time to the end. The sun, moon, and stars seemed small in its presence. The Dao Laws were its threads.

His proud "Blood Sea Floods the Heavens" could not even withstand a single breath under that sword edge before it dissipated. It was like mist under the sun.

His Divine Soul, his will, everything—all were dragged into the endless Sword Intent. Billions of swords pierced and sliced within his Divine Soul. This was the ultimate pain.

Li Kuangtu wanted to scream, but he could not make a sound. His body was still standing on the stage, but his Soul felt as if it were enduring the punishment of a thousand cuts. His eyes dimmed instantly. Only frozen fear remained.

Then, the Blood Fiend Sect Prodigy who had been clamoring a second ago trembled. His eyes rolled back. "Thud." He fell straight down. His body convulsed, and white foam spilled from his mouth. He had been scared unconscious.

From the moment Li Changsheng said he didn't want to fight to the moment Li Kuangtu fell, it had taken no more than a single breath. The surroundings were deathly silent.

Off the stage, the faces of the Blood Fiend Sect Elders were stiff. The Cultivators watching the spectacle were so shocked their jaws dropped. The Saint Elder presiding over the match was also stunned, unsure of how to react for a moment.

It was over? Just like that? No clash of attacks, no Divine Ability. Li Changsheng hadn't moved from start to finish. He just complained, let out a yawn, and then, the ninth-stage Marquis Realm Li Kuangtu had scared himself unconscious? What the hell kind of plot was this?

The presiding Elder flashed onto the stage and scanned with his Divine Thought; his expression became even weirder. Not a single hair on Li Kuangtu's body was missing. But his Divine Soul looked as if it had been scraped by thousands of blades, shriveled into a ball, and was on the verge of extinguishing. His Dao Heart was completely shattered.

This Saint Elder felt a chill in his heart. He looked up toward the other side of the arena at Li Changsheng, who was focused on drawing circles. His eyes were filled with nothing but horror.

This was not subduing the enemy without fighting. This was "Words Manifesting into Law". Since he said he didn't want to fight, his opponent didn't even have the qualifications to fight.

The Elder tried his best to keep his voice steady. "The first match, Li Changsheng wins!"

After a brief silence, the entire venue erupted into an uproar. "Holy crap! He really just looked at him and finished him off?" "Finished him off my ass! Did he even attack? Li Kuangtu was scared to death!" "My god! What is this little monster's background? A Great Emperor's Reincarnation?"

Exclamations and discussions merged into a wave of sound. But those Top 100 Prodigies waiting for their matches were dead silent. On their faces, there was no longer any trace of luck. Only one emotion remained. Despair. Endless despair.