War God Long Ao

Boundless Sea of Blood, the Blood Sea Sect's Forbidden Land.

The Blood Sea Sect had a strict rule: without the Sect's permission, ordinary disciples were absolutely forbidden from entering. Even Core Disciples required the Sect's approval to set foot inside.

According to rumor, the Blood Sea Sect's Boundless Sea of Blood was a Cultivation Sacred Land. The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi there was more than twice as abundant as in the outside world. This was precisely why the Five Great Sects and Long Ao couldn't understand why Guan Feng would choose this place for the battle.

The Boundless Sea of Blood was a massive, sprawling valley.

The entire valley was suffused with rich Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. In the very center was an enormous Blood Pool, constantly churning with horrifying, bloody bubbles.

Above the Blood Pool was a huge martial arts arena, large enough to hold hundreds of people.

As Guan Feng had declared, Long Ao and the ten Venerables would fight to the death on the Blood Pool Martial Arts Arena. A moment of carelessness could send one falling into the Blood Pool, where they would instantly dissolve into bloody water.

"Long Ao, I'll give you one last chance. If you kneel and join my Blood Sea Sect, I can let this matter drop. What do you say?"

"Idiot."

Before Guan Feng could even get angry, Long Ao suddenly shouted, "I, Long Ao, formally challenge the ten of you! Do you dare to accept?"

"Long Ao, don't be so arrogant."

"You truly don't know your own limits. Let me, Old Fatty, deal with you."

Guan Feng had already left the Blood Pool Martial Arts Arena. From among the ten Venerables, a human shadow shot forward. His bloated body looked unsteady, and his head was so fat that his facial features were barely discernible.

This was Old Fatty, the weakest of the ten Venerables.

Of the ten Venerables, Old Fatty was a Basic Level Venerable. The remaining nine consisted of three Middle Level Venerables, three High Level Venerables, and three Peak Venerables.

Although Long Ao wanted to fight one against ten, the ten Venerables were unwilling to use their numbers to bully him. Even if they won, they would likely be ridiculed by the world.

That was why Old Fatty had stepped forward.

If Old Fatty could kill Long Ao, the Blood Sea Sect's honor would be restored.

"Long Ao, I'd like to see just what gives you the right to be so arrogant."

"Ten moves."

"What ten moves?"

Old Fatty didn't seem to understand, but the other nine Venerables and everyone else did, and the crowd instantly erupted.

"He's just too arrogant."

Hearing the discussions around him, Old Fatty's expression turned grim. He roared, "You motherfucker, you dare to humiliate me? Forget ten moves, I'll finish you in nine!"

Enraged, Old Fatty's body shot forward.

Both men were Venerables, and their auras were nearly identical. Unless Long Ao used his Heaven and Earth's Momentum, he wouldn't gain any advantage just by releasing his own aura.

However, Long Ao had no intention of using his Heaven and Earth's Momentum. 'Old Fatty is just the weakest of the ten Venerables. If I use it now, won't the others find out about it?'

Long Ao wasn't stupid. A trump card was only effective if saved for a critical moment.

Close-quarters combat. The two chose the most direct and violent method of fighting.

Both had made their boasts—one claiming victory in ten moves, the other in nine. Everyone was eagerly anticipating this fight. Only by defeating this man would Long Ao earn the right to challenge the remaining Venerables. Otherwise, he wouldn't even get the chance, let alone be able to deal with the entire Blood Sea Sect.

In the blink of an eye, their bodies were tangled in a brawl.

Seeing this, everyone was dumbfounded. 'Is this a battle between Venerables? It looks like a children's scuffle.'

But no one in the surrounding crowd dared to underestimate the two. It was common knowledge that the more powerful the combatants, the more perilous this kind of close-quarters combat became. The slightest mistake could result in being beaten to death by the opponent.

It was for this very reason that the fight was so breathtakingly tense.

On the Blood Pool Martial Arts Arena.

Long Ao and Old Fatty's bodies slammed into each other viciously. One threw a punch, the other a kick, and soon fists and feet were flying everywhere. Even when hit or kicked by their opponent, both men seemed to ignore it, completely disregarding the pain.

"Holy shit, this is a fucking melee! What the hell are those two trying to do?"

No one knew what the two were trying to accomplish. They were just locked in a brawl, savagely hammering at each other with powerful fists, putting their full strength into every punch and kick.

In this close-quarters fight, though it looked like ten or twenty moves had passed, it was, in fact, only the first move.

Both Long Ao and Old Fatty were genuine Void Venerables. As such, the punches and kicks they threw were full of a thousand transformations, with a single move containing a hundred, or even a thousand, strikes.

This was why their close-quarters battle was exceptionally dangerous.

"You want to fight me up close? You've got a long way to go. I'm known as Iron Armor Invincible."

Long Ao didn't waste time with words. His eyes turned cold. 'That first move was just to test his depth. The main event starts now.'

The Divine Dragon Arm and Nether Tiger Arm successfully fused together. Without hesitation, Long Ao threw a punch. One fist contained a hundred, a thousand transformations, and punch shadows filled the air, seemingly forming a Punch Shadow Shield.

Old Fatty had never taken Long Ao seriously. He, too, threw a vicious punch. This time, however, he had clearly underestimated his opponent. The two fists collided violently. Fist Force shot out in all directions as the terrifying force of the punches erupted outwards.

The onlookers were all shocked. The Venerables were not afraid, but those below the Venerable realm scrambled to dodge, not daring to pause for even a second. Otherwise, they would be utterly obliterated by the Venerable's Fist Force. Such was the power of a Venerable.

He was sent flying back by the force of the punch, but Old Fatty managed to endure it by relying on his own immense strength.

Because the air was filled with punch shadows, no one saw Old Fatty nearly get sent flying. But Old Fatty's face was a mask of shock. He had never imagined that the punch his opponent had just thrown would be so powerful. If he hadn't managed to redirect the force in time, he was certain he would have been knocked clean out of the arena.

Old Fatty completely shed his contemptuous attitude. At that moment, a dazzling light suddenly flared up from his body.

Seeing this light, everyone from the Blood Sea Sect grew solemn. They knew what that sudden, dazzling light from Old Fatty signified.

"The Profound Turtle Battle Armor. It seems Old Fatty is using his full strength. Looks like Long Ao is putting a lot of pressure on him."

Guan Feng nodded. He also hadn't expected Long Ao to be able to force Old Fatty to use his Profound Turtle Battle Armor within two moves. That in itself said a lot.

The Profound Turtle Battle Armor. Years ago, Old Fatty had accidentally hunted a Profound Turtle, a creature said to have Defense Power comparable to a Divine Dragon. The Profound Turtle Battle Armor he crafted from it was extremely tough; even a Supreme Venerable couldn't break through it. This was why, despite having the lowest strength, Old Fatty was the one you least wanted to provoke—all because of this set of Profound Turtle Battle Armor.

Long Ao, of course, knew that the armor that had suddenly appeared on his opponent's body was anything but simple.