War God Long Ao

It was a battle to be decided in ten moves, so both men fought with all their might, each trying to defeat the other as quickly as possible.

He was at the Peak of One-Line Heaven, and his immense power surged forth. But in the next second, Madman Long's expression changed completely, becoming one of utter disbelief.

"Momentum? Impossible! That's impossible! You just broke through to the One-Line Heaven Realm. How could you have condensed Momentum?"

When a cultivator breaks through to the Innate Realm, they learn about the Five Innate Realms. Momentum is a power exclusive to masters of the Evolution Realm. It was common knowledge that unless one's Cultivation broke through to the Evolution Realm, it was simply impossible to condense one's own Momentum.

Long Ao sneered and said flatly, "Just because *you* can't condense Momentum doesn't mean no one else can. There's always someone better out there."

Madman Long, who had been brimming with confidence just a moment ago, was instantly crushed. He had always believed his talent was unmatched. He'd reached the Peak of One-Line Heaven at such a young age and was even ranked seventy-eighth on the Hundred Battles Ranking. Who could possibly compare to such an accomplishment?

But now?

'My Cultivation is at the Peak of One-Line Heaven, yet I haven't managed to condense Momentum. But this guy, a piece of trash who just entered the One-Line Heaven Realm, has already done it. It's obvious who has the superior talent.'

'Momentum?'

'So what if he has Momentum?'

Madman Long's expression instantly returned to normal. He threw his head back and laughed three times. "A waste will always be a waste! You just got lucky and managed to condense Momentum. Today, I'll see just how you plan to use it to defeat me in ten moves!"

Long Ao was actually quite impressed with Madman Long. 'He really is worthy of his place on the Hundred Battles Ranking. His composure under pressure, combined with his immense confidence and fighting spirit, would be enough to intimidate most people.'

But this time, Madman Long was facing Long Ao.

Long Ao circulated the Celestial Profound Seven Transformations, unleashing the Celestial Profound Seven Fingers. A potent Finger Force shot toward his opponent. In the blink of an eye, they clashed. Madman Long hadn't taken his opponent seriously before, but at this moment, he finally realized that the other man's strength was by no means inferior to his own.

The immense Momentum, combined with an unstoppable Finger Force, would have pierced straight through the Tiger Claw if the weapon in Madman Long's hand hadn't been so incredibly durable.

"I have to admit, with your talent and potential, you would surely surpass me if you had a few more years to grow. But you won't get that chance."

Not far away, the spectators' faces paled when they heard Madman Long's words. No one there was a fool; they all understood the killing intent behind his statement.

"Father, we cannot let this boy live."

Waving his hand dismissively, Long Yancheng's expression was just as grave. "If Feng'er can't kill him, then I will step in. With our combined strength, we're guaranteed to succeed."

'Two against one?'

"Father, if word of this gets out, the Long Family's reputation will be in tatters."

"This boy's talent and potential are far beyond anything I've ever imagined. If we let him live, it won't be as simple as losing face. I'm afraid he'll end up destroying our entire Long Family."

Long Heming seemed surprised, but he didn't doubt his father's words in the slightest.

"No chance?"

Madman Long's strength and potential were indeed immense, but he was far too arrogant. Long Ao let out a cold snort. The Blood-Drinking Mad Saber appeared in his hand, and he instantly unleashed the Netherworld Nine-Link Strike. Nine waves of Sword Aura layered over each other, instantly forming the Stacking Power.

Madman Long, who had been about to strike, seemed stunned. Caught completely off guard and unable to dodge in time, he was nearly slain by the stacked Sword Auras from the Netherworld Nine-Link Strike.

Everyone jumped in fright. When they saw Madman Long get back to his feet, shaken but unharmed, they all breathed a long sigh of relief. And because of that, the way they looked at Long Ao changed completely.

Everyone was well aware of Madman Long's power. His rank of seventy-eighth on the Hundred Battles Ranking wasn't just for show; he had earned it through genuine skill, fighting his way on there through brutal, life-and-death battles.

But this opponent of his?

If Madman Long hadn't dodged in time just now, he would have been killed by the Sword Aura his opponent had just unleashed. What did that prove?

No one present was a fool. They all understood with perfect clarity that this so-called "waste" was now strong enough to challenge the Long Family's number one genius—and its strongest expert.

Having been nearly killed by a single strike, Madman Long's expression was utterly hideous. In all the years since his debut, he had cut a path through powerful foes without a single misstep. Otherwise, he never would have gotten to where he was today.

"That's two moves down. I wonder, can you defeat me in the remaining eight?"

"Don't get arrogant just because you won a single exchange, Long Ao. Let me be perfectly clear: you will die today."

Even after losing that exchange, Madman Long was still brimming with confidence. He tossed aside his Tiger Claw, drew a sharp sword from his robes, and sneered, "You're truly powerful. You've forced me to draw my Dragon Roar Sword."

Hearing this, Long Ao didn't dare to be the slightest bit careless. He tightened his grip on the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber and said flatly, "You sure talk a lot."

"Hahaha! What an arrogant brat."

With that, Madman Long stopped talking. The Dragon Roar Sword in his hand moved with fluid grace. As he lunged, his sword moved with him, unleashing a wave of Sword Qi as he charged forward.

Netherworld Nine-Link Strike! Long Ao viciously slashed out with his Blood-Drinking Mad Saber. Nine waves of Sword Aura stacked upon each other and instantly crashed against the Sword Qi. Sparks flew as Sword Qi and Sword Aura clashed relentlessly.

"Get back! Hurry!"

Feeling the Sword Qi and Sword Aura erupting from the two combatants, Long Yancheng's expression changed drastically. He immediately released the aura of his One-Line Heaven Realm to block the turbulent energy from spreading.

Everyone knew that the two were now truly using their ultimate techniques. This single clash would decide the winner. As the fight intensified, the onlookers grew increasingly horrified. No one could have imagined that the laughingstock of Red Fire Town, in just a few short months, had become a supreme genius capable of matching Madman Long.

Was this really happening?

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed it.

"Dragon Roar Three Techniques!" Madman Long had finally unleashed his most powerful Innate Martial Skill. It was with this very Innate Martial Skill that he had cut down countless powerful enemies, eventually earning his spot at number seventy-eighth on the Hundred Battles Ranking. One could only imagine how powerful the Dragon Roar Three Techniques truly were.

The moment Madman Long unleashed the Dragon Roar Three Techniques, Long Ao knew his opponent's Innate Martial Skill was extraordinary. Not daring to be the slightest bit careless, he instantly slashed out with the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber—the second of the Blood-Drinking Eight Techniques: Ice-Sealed Heart Devourer.

This was the very same Ice-Sealed Heart Devourer that had allowed Long Ao to escape from right under Ye Hao's nose. That alone showed just how formidable the technique was. Both men had unleashed their strongest attacks. They both knew in their hearts that this single exchange would decide everything.