Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Zheng Qian smiled disdainfully and beckoned to Yan Meng with his finger: "Bring it on, I'll give you three moves."

"act recklessly."

Yan Meng sneered, black spiritual energy burst forth, and the runes on the giant axe in his hand glowed with a faint blue light, resonating with the spiritual power within his body and radiating a powerful pressure.

"The first strike of the Netherworld Ghost Slash, the Netherworld Earth-Splitting Slash."

Upon hearing Yan Meng's loud shout, the audience members became agitated.

"Damn, Yan Meng used his ultimate technique right from the start. This isn't a competition; he's trying to kill Zheng Qian."

"Yes, it is said that the Netherworld Ghost Slash has three axes in total. It was obtained by Yan Meng from a mysterious corpse in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain. Its power is no less than that of a royal-level technique."

"He's insane! Yan Meng's Netherworld Ghost Slash can easily fight across realms and is extremely powerful. Instead of saving it to fight for first place in the group, he used it right away. Is he brainless?"

Yan Meng doesn't care what the audience says; once the battle begins, he goes all out.

Yan Meng concentrated all his spiritual power into his battle axe, his rough, long hair flying wildly. Then he slashed down fiercely, like a black lightning bolt tearing through the sky. Wherever it passed, space seemed to be torn apart, and even the earth trembled. It was a deadly move in group battles.

boom……

The arena trembled as seven black ravines, centered on Yan Meng, surged toward Zheng Qiancheng in a fan shape.

The Netherworld Earth-Splitting Slash was an area-wide attack that was impossible to avoid.

Zheng Qian's eyes were calm, and starlight flickered beneath his feet, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake. By the time the seven black ravines had been breached, he was already standing at the edge of the fan-shaped area.

The powerful shockwave from the Netherworld Earth-Splitting Slash lifted Zheng Qian's clothes before settling down.

Yan Meng stared at Zheng Qian in disbelief. His confident strike had only managed to tug at the corner of Zheng Qian's clothes.

Yan Meng arrived in Guangxiang City unaware that Zheng Qian had survived the Ninefold Tribulation of Lightning.

Those who suppressed Yan Meng were actually lone wolves and low-level martial artists. They had heard of Zheng Qian's nine-fold lightning tribulation, but they did not know how powerful it was to undergo the nine-fold lightning tribulation.

Moreover, Zheng Qian has also comprehended the power of control and spatial oscillation.

Fan Tielan cracked sunflower seeds, looking very happy at the slip of paper stamped with the casino's seal in her hand.

Even if it's only 0.3 times the original amount, she can still get 300 taels of gold.

"Teacher Mo Li, if we keep betting on Zheng Qianying, how much will my thousand taels become after the martial arts competition?"

Mo Li tilted her head to consider: "Ten thousand shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Mo Li deposited three thousand taels of silver, which was all her savings, as well as the gold she had obtained through a mortgage loan on her house.

Both of them staked their entire fortunes.

Li Sheng asked, "Aren't you afraid Zheng Qian will lose?"

"lose?"

Fan Tielan sneered: "Even ten Yan Mengs wouldn't be able to beat Zheng Qian. Crown Prince Li Sheng, don't worry, Zheng Qian will win easily."

Yesterday morning, despite using all their abilities, neither she, who was in the Void Spirit Realm, nor Mo Li, who was in the Dragon Shaping Realm, could even touch the hem of Zheng Qian's clothes. Let alone one Yan Meng, ten Yan Mengs wouldn't be enough to defeat Zheng Qian.

Looking at Fan Tielan's confident smile, Li Sheng felt less worried.

What he bet on was a spirit crystal that even gold couldn't buy.

On the stage, Yan Meng's eyes were sharp, and Zheng Qian's speed was beyond his imagination.

Fast, so fast it's impossible to catch.

Cultivation techniques are divided into four levels: Azure, Profound, King, Emperor, Pseudo-God, and God. Azure level techniques can only be cultivated up to the Spirit Fusion Realm, Profound level techniques can be cultivated up to the Dragon Shaping Realm, King level techniques can be cultivated up to the True Core Realm, and Emperor level techniques can be cultivated up to the Domain Connecting Realm.

The pseudo-god-level cultivation technique is said to allow one to cultivate to the pseudo-god realm, which is to have touched upon the Dao. The god-level is even more legendary, something that the world can neither see nor hear of.

The "Starry Sky Illusionary Steps" that Ya Lan passed on to Zheng Qian is a pseudo-god-level technique, and it is the highest-level pseudo-god-level footwork.

Below the level of gods, they are invincible.

Yan Meng's bronze skin darkened further, his veins bulged, and a black slit flashed in his eye.

"The first strike of the Netherworld Ghost Slash: Netherworld Soul Stealing."

Yan Meng's figure transformed into a shadowy figure, moving with ghostly speed, and he approached Zheng Qian in a flash.

At the same time, Yan Meng released a powerful soul fluctuation from his eyes, directly impacting Zheng Qian's soul.

Zheng Qian felt a sharp pain in his brain, which, though extremely brief, made him feel dizzy.

A Soul Master? Yan Meng is actually a Soul Master! He's a powerful individual who cultivates both Soul and Martial Arts.

Feeling the ripples in the space behind him, Zheng Qian pictured the marks left by the giant axe in his mind.

shuh...

The giant axe cleaved down with a sonic boom, radiating black spiritual energy as it struck Zheng Qian's head directly.

"Ah, why wouldn't Zheng Qian let us pass? Was he struck dead?"

"Zheng Qian, get out of the way!"

The audience was very excited. Although they were betting on Yan Meng to win, who would want to see a prodigy with perfect scores in three subjects die?

Just as the giant axe was about to fall, Zheng Qian calmly stepped into the triangular position, easily creating a five-meter distance.

Yan Meng's slash only struck a blur; it failed to even touch the hem of Zheng Qian's clothes.

Although Yan Meng activated his soul technique at the same time, Zheng Qian was able to easily withstand it.

For some reason, although Zheng Qian was unable to cultivate soul techniques, he could sense that his soul power was abundant and he was not afraid of soul impacts.

Wen Xianren and Yu Daoren exchanged a glance, and Wen Xianren couldn't help but say, "Zheng Qian's combat prowess is unparalleled."

Yu Daoren's eyes shimmered with starlight as he said, "It is said that those who undergo the Ninefold Tribulation are invincible within their own realm, and can even kill enemies across realms. Seeing this today, I can see that they are indeed extraordinary."

Their special status allowed them to sit in the private box and have a clear view of the battle on the stage.

In another private room, the scholars were also exchanging ideas.

"After the gathering of heroes, fifty countries will undergo earth-shattering changes, and the core of these changes is Zheng Qian."

"Exceptionally talented and unparalleled in combat, truly a prodigy who has survived the ninefold tribulation of lightning."

"Giving him three moves is a true gentleman. Otherwise, with his speed, Yan Meng wouldn't have been able to react in time and would have been knocked off the stage."

"Yes, Zheng Qian wanted to let Yan Meng shine, otherwise Yan Meng would have lost in one move. He truly has boundless love for his country."

Zheng Qian was unaware that the scholars were discussing why he had given up three moves; in fact, his thinking was quite simple.

Learn about different martial arts techniques and enrich your combat experience.

Yan Meng was the first powerful cultivator he encountered who combined spiritual and martial arts skills. His spiritual attacks were impossible to defend against, which made him realize how terrifying a spiritual master could be.

"how is this possible?"

Yan Meng stared at Zheng Qian in disbelief. The Netherworld Soul Stealing Technique could not only stun enemies, but also allow him to unleash his speed to the extreme, delivering a fatal blow from behind.

He had never missed a move before, but he couldn't even touch Zheng Qian.

Just as Yan Meng was in a daze, the audience became furious and roared in anger.

"Yan Meng, I'm betting on you to win, you can't lose."

"You've been famous for at least ten years, yet you can't beat Zheng Qian. Aren't you ashamed?"

"My hundred acres of fertile land are all tied up in your hands. You can die, but you can't lose."

Yan Meng remained unmoved. He snapped out of his daze; Zheng Qian's speed was beyond his comprehension.

With a swift movement, he ripped the black cloth off his forehead and threw it off the stage, his fierce aura beginning to rise.

“Zheng Qian, every time my Netherworld Soul Devouring Technique kills a demon beast, it increases the power of the Netherworld Axe’s domain-wide attack by a little. Just a month ago, I killed a demon king and finally reached the Void Spirit Realm, obtaining the Void Spirit Mark.”

"You are not worthy of my strongest axe strike."

There was a black battle axe mark on his forehead.

Legend has it that a powerful being who becomes one with a weapon can sacrifice their soul to the weapon and obtain the weapon's imprint when they reach the Void Realm, thus achieving a state of perfect harmony between man and weapon, reaching a level of divine mastery.

Upon seeing the fierce battle axe mark, the audience erupted in unprecedented excitement.

"The Void Realm, Yan Meng is actually in the Void Realm."

"It's a sure thing. Yan Meng is guaranteed to win this round. My bet of 10,000 taels of gold will double to 20,000 taels."

"Haha, Yan Meng, that simpleton, actually has hidden power. But I like him. I've bet 50,000 taels of gold on him."

Wen Xianren stared at Yan Meng's mark and couldn't help but say, "To actually offer up a weapon, Yan Meng is truly ruthless. He is hard to find an opponent of the same realm."

Yu Daoren nodded: "Sacrificing a weapon requires the weapon to drink its own blood and devour its own soul. Although the power is enormous, the pain is also unbearable for ordinary people. Zheng Qian is only at the Bone Shaping Realm, so the two of them will probably be evenly matched."

The two exchanged a glance, both showing worry. It wasn't that Zheng Qian wasn't strong, but that the word "sacrifice" made him unpredictable.

Faced with Yan Meng's ever-increasing momentum, Zheng Qian quietly waited for him to gather his strength, then extended a finger and slowly spoke.

"I'll give you three moves, but I have one more."