Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

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

Zheng Qian's words caused an emotional explosion in the already heated scene, with excited roars and shouts filling the air.

"Wow, that's so cool, so awesome."

"I'll give you three moves, and I'll give you one more." This is a classic line I'll be saying before I start fighting from now on.

"Holy crap, how can he be so handsome?"

"Zheng Qian, I have a trick for inverted tube insertion, let me use it too."

His handsome face, confident eyes, and arrogant tone not only thrilled the audience, but also Fan Tielan and Mo Li.

Fan Tielan: "Zheng Qian, I believe in you. I'll smash his head in."

Mo Li: "Ah, Zheng Qian, good luck!"

Zheng Qian heard Mo Li's hoarse scream amidst the thousands of sounds and nodded to Mo Li.

Fan Tielan jumped up in a flash: "Ah, Teacher Mo Li, did you see that? Zheng Qian nodded at me! He must have fallen for me! What should I do? What should I do?"

Mo Li: "??"

Wasn't Zheng Qian looking at me?

Yan Meng roared to the sky, for he had never been so disrespected since he became famous.

The black spiritual energy enveloped Yan Meng, which was then completely absorbed by the giant axe. Yan Meng's eyes turned bloodshot, as if he were enduring immense pain.

"Zheng Qian, you're incredibly fast, I can't hit you, but I can cover the entire arena with one move. Let's see how you dodge that?"

"With my broken body, I offer myself as a sacrifice to the divine axe. From adversity comes fortune. The third strike of the Netherworld Ghost Slash, Netherworld Purgatory."

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth trembled, and the ten-meter-wide circular arena was instantly shrouded in black mist, obscuring everyone's view.

Mr. Wen and Mr. Yu stood up abruptly, their eyes filled with worry.

"Yan Meng has been fighting in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain for many years, yet he actually had the opportunity to obtain the method of sacrificing the weapon domain. It is truly unbelievable."

"Yes, the Military Domain Technique is recorded in historical books as a demonic art that has been lost for thousands of years. I never expected that Yan Meng would obtain it. Zheng Qian is in danger."

On the arena, Zheng Qian's spiritual power was rapidly depleted. The black mist actually had the function of eroding spiritual power. When he used the Devouring Heaven Technique, the black mist was absorbed by him as if it were a nutrient.

Mo Li's beautiful face was filled with worry. She could also see that Yan Meng was using the military domain recorded in history books, which was extremely powerful.

Fan Tielan said to Dong Hao and Li Sheng without a care in the world, "Don't be fooled by Yan Meng's fierce attacks. It's just that Zheng Qian gave him three moves and didn't attack."

In the audience, everyone was startled by the sudden black fog.

"Is Yan Meng practicing some kind of demonic art?"

"I don't know if it's a demonic art or not, I only know that Zheng Qian is doomed to lose."

“I have witnessed battles at the Liquid Aperture Realm, and his aura is not as strong as Yan Meng’s. In the Dragon Shaping Realm, he must be an invincible existence.”

"We're doomed to lose. Even if Zheng Qian is a prodigy who has undergone nine tribulations of lightning, we're still doomed to lose."

Within the black mist, Yan Meng's veins bulged, his blood and qi reversed their flow, and the black spiritual energy became even darker. The arena seemed to be the end of the world, and his strength and speed increased dramatically.

"No soul can live in the Netherworld Purgatory. Zheng Qian, die."

Yan Meng roared, and his giant axe emitted a thick black light in the black mist, as if possessed by an evil god, and slashed down at Zheng Qian.

shhhhhh...

Within the black mist, the light of an axe flashed, and Yan Meng unleashed one hundred and eighty axe blows in an extremely short time.

The moment the giant axe strikes, it is accompanied by a soul strike that has a stun effect, making it impossible to defend against.

Zheng Qian used the Devouring Heaven Technique to nourish the black mist, and the Soul Strike had no effect on him under his spiritual power.

With starlight twinkling beneath his feet, Zheng Qian easily dodged Yan Meng's giant axe, revealing a serious expression.

"Yan Meng, three moves have passed, now take my punch."

Zheng Qian stopped moving, stood in a horse stance, pulled his right fist back from his waist, and then threw a punch.

This punch contained no spiritual power whatsoever; it was simple and unadorned.

Yan Meng leaped high into the air, preparing to unleash his 181st axe strike, when he saw a fist imbued with the power of the Great Dao hurtling toward his chest.

At that very moment, Yan Meng was falling from the highest point, his giant axe about to strike, and he was unable to make any changes.

After each attack, there is a brief gap during which the user cannot change their posture; this is called the attack recovery animation, an unavoidable vulnerability for any attacker.

The fist loomed large in Yan Meng's eyes as he watched Zheng Qian's fist slam into his chest, as if he had deliberately taken the punch, with no way to avoid it.

A cracking sound rang in his ears, and then his body flew out of the ring like a cannonball, soaring over the heads of the audience.

bang...

With a loud bang, Yan Meng was sent flying a hundred meters away, crashing into a storage room above the arena and disappearing from sight.

Tens of thousands of people gaped in disbelief. Yan Meng, who possessed cross-border combat capabilities and a military domain, and was a realm above Zheng Qian, was unable to withstand a single punch from Zheng Qian despite having an absolute advantage.

"Was that Yan Meng who just flew out?"

When an uncertain voice rang out, the entire arena erupted in cheers.

"Holy crap, that's awesome! He actually sent someone flying out of the arena with a single punch. How powerful must that be?"

"Zheng Qian is only at the Bone Shaping Realm, right? How could his combat power be so formidable?"

"Ninefold lightning tribulation, is this the monstrous combat power required to withstand ninefold lightning tribulation?"

"Incredible! Zheng Qian's combat strength is unfathomable."

Fan Tielan jumped up, gesturing wildly and shouting, "Yay! Zheng Qian won! Three hundred taels of gold are in his hands!"

Mo Li pulled a strand of her hair back, her eyes sparkling, and said to Fan Tielan, "You little money-grubber, all you ever think about is money."

Dong Hao and Li Sheng exchanged glances, their shock beyond words.

Despite their fierce fighting spirit, they lacked confidence in defeating him, only to be blasted away by Zheng Qian's single punch.

Yan Meng flew out, and the black mist disappeared. Zheng Qian put his hands behind his back and looked at the referee.

The referee finally came to his senses, coughed to cover his embarrassment, and announced loudly.

"Zheng Qian wins the first match."

"Ah, my family fortune! Yan Meng, you owe me my family fortune!"

"Thirty thousand taels! My thirty thousand taels have gone down the drain! I'm in so much pain!"

"Hehe, let me tell you, I actually bet on Zheng Qian to win."

Some were happy while others were sad. Those who bet on Zheng Qian to win were all smiles, while those who bet on Yan Meng to win were crying their eyes out.

Zheng Qian stepped off the stage and went to Fan Tielan and Mo Li's side.

"Yay, Zheng Qian, you won!" Fan Tielan shouted, jumping onto Zheng Qian and hanging on him.

Mo Li smiled at Zheng Qian, her eyes showing both a teacher's affirmation of a student and a hint of indescribable emotion.

Crown Princes Dong Hao and Li Sheng also hurriedly stood up and congratulated Zheng Qian.

"Congratulations on an easy victory in your first match."

"As expected of a prodigy who has undergone nine layers of lightning tribulation, his combat power is unparalleled."

"Zheng Qian, your combat strength is guaranteed to be number one in the group."

Just as Zheng Qian was about to reply, he was surrounded by a group of beautiful women rushing towards him.

"Zheng Qian, please sign your name for me."

"Zheng Qian, sign this for me first. I love you the most."

"Hey, don't push! If you keep pushing, I'll kiss Zheng Qian. That would be so embarrassing."

Fan Tielan pouted. She was pushed out of the crowd and could only watch helplessly as Zheng Qian was surrounded by beautiful women.

The rescue team rushed into the storage room and saw Yan Meng lying peacefully with his eyes closed, already unconscious.

So strong, Zheng Qian is really strong.