Calamity of Tomorrow-Chapter 554 - 553 Sigh

Seeing his own name appear directly, Zhou Bai was slightly stunned, but the next moment he reacted, "Am I the first one?"

He looked at the name in the sky and thought to himself, "This so-called random drawing—those Immortals can completely manipulate it, can't they? But it doesn't matter. Even if they had used a different method, they would inevitably intervene. This competition is something they are determined to win after all."

As he thought this, Zhou Bai had already stepped forward.

On the other side, a young man in his twenties, with a smile on his lips, stood up straight and walked toward the vortex in the square.

He was Feng De, one of the deity-class participants in the Daluo Heaven Tournament.

Watching Zhou Bai walking beside him, a stream of information about Zhou Bai flashed through Feng De's mind.

It wasn't that Feng De had intentionally investigated his opponent; rather, the recent rumors about Zhou Bai repelling the Heavenly Demon with his sword had been uproarious, and the words that Zhou Bai said to the deity-class beings yesterday were too arrogant.

This caused Feng De to, intentionally or not, hear a great deal of intelligence about Zhou Bai.

'Really... My first opponent is like this, I don't know whether I should be happy or it's bad luck.'

Clearly, in Feng De's view, Zhou Bai was obviously not his match.

From common sense, Zhou Bai was only at the fourth realm, while he was at the sixth realm. The disparity was not only in the power of the Primordial Spirit but also due to the difference in the degree of cultivation; the gap between them encompassed the Primordial Spirit, the body, cultivation techniques, martial arts, and so on, in all aspects.

As for the outrageous claim of repelling a million Heavenly Demons with a sword, he did not take it to heart at all.

There was no doubt about the outcome; what truly troubled Feng De were the various whisperings that kept coming to his ears.

"Feng De! Beat this kid to a pulp."

"Don't let him surrender."

"At least break two of his legs."

Feng De's gaze flickered slightly, and those whispering were clearly the deity-class beings who had been angered by Zhou Bai yesterday; they almost wished they could step up onto the stage and thrash Zhou Bai themselves.

'What a hassle,' thought Feng De. "With things turned out this way, if I don't teach Zhou Bai a hard lesson, their anger towards him might just be redirected at me."

With that in mind, Feng De had already made up his mind that once they entered the temporal space of Daluo Heaven, no matter how Zhou Bai begged for mercy, he would definitely beat him up.

Meanwhile, on the contestant's platform, most of the participants who knew the disparity between the two people's realms clearly did not think highly of Zhou Bai.

"The realm difference is too big," Zhao Yue thought to herself. "I guess the battle will be lost as soon as it starts."

Tu Tianmo, sitting nearby, laughed, "Is Zhou Bai actually not forfeiting? Could he possibly not be aware of Feng De's realm? Being two whole realms behind, there's no way he can win."

This was also what the majority of those present thought, the fourth realm versus the sixth realm... there was simply no contest, and they were the kind of cultivators who normally would never come to blows in the first place.

After both Feng De and Zhou Bai entered the vortex one after another, they only felt a slight twist in the colorful rays of light before them, and they had arrived on the bronze arena in the temporal space of Daluo Heaven.

Feng De turned his head and saw Zhou Bai hovering in mid-air under the influence of Primordial Spirit power. freewёbnoνel.com

Zhou Bai had his arms crossed and his body slightly leaning back, looking as if he were reclining in the air, interestingly watching Feng De.

However, his gaze was filled with a sense of superiority, looking as if a human would look at cats and dogs, which made Feng De feel uncomfortable.

Then he heard Zhou Bai slowly say, "After entering the temporal space of Daluo Heaven, the battle begins. Aren't you going to make a move? If I make the first move, you'll have no chance."

Feng De suddenly felt amused. Clearly, he was the one far superior in strength, yet this Zhou Bai in front of him acted as if he had the situation firmly in hand, as if he didn't know the real situation. One would think Zhou Bai was at the eighth or ninth realm.

This confidence emanating from Zhou Bai seemed utterly nonsensical to Feng De and entirely incomprehensible.

The Primordial Spirit power began to emerge from Feng De, and with an instructive attitude, he said, "Let me tell you in advance, if you want to surrender, do it now. Once the fight begins, unless I break one of your legs, I won't give you the chance to surrender."

"Also, keep a low profile from now on," someone said, "and just forfeit if you come across an Immortal Seed. You're already being targeted."

The next moment, Feng De's Primordial Spirit power turned into eight different colors, enveloping him. This was the Eight Diagrams Martial Soul Map of the sixth realm of the Blade Path.

Being able to condense one's Primordial Spirit power into eight different natures, each strike carried the force of shaking, exploding, chopping, crumbling, blasting, drilling, poking, and penetrating with Eight Layered Power.

Then they saw Feng De strike with a palm, the air roaring like a bomb explosion. The eight layers of Primordial Spirit power had already combined into a colossal eight-colored palm, fiercely slamming towards Zhou Bai.

But in the next moment, Zhou Bai took in a deep breath, and amid a thunderous shout, a violent burst of air swept out, causing the air to twist around his mouth.

The atmosphere in front of Zhou Bai burst open, colliding fiercely with the eight-colored giant palm.

Then, under Feng De's incredulous gaze, his strike imbued with Eight Layered Power was simply dissipated by Zhou Bai's shout.

'How is that possible?!!' Feng De roared inwardly, 'No one of the same realm of Body Refinement can take my Eight Layered Power without flinching. He just stood there, without moving a finger or accessing his Primordial Spirit power, and scattered it with a shout??'

Feng De: 'How robust must this guy's body be?'

In the competitors' stand, Zhao Yue's pupils seemed to shrink to the size of pinpoints. Beside her, Tu Tianmo said in surprise, "He actually scattered Feng De's Primordial Spirit power with a shout? What Cultivation Technique is this? Zhou Bai's move is impressive."

Zhao Yue replied coldly, "It's no technique... and being no technique... is the scariest part."

Tu Tianmo laughed, "Good, that's what makes it interesting."

The others around were also shocked by Zhou Bai's performance. Those few Immortal Seeds who were eager to thrash Zhou Bai suddenly lost their fire, simply because Zhou Bai's strength was completely beyond their expectations.

Inside the spacetime of Daluo Heaven, Feng De, still in shock, saw Zhou Bai looking indifferently at him, casually saying, "Do you want to surrender? You are too weak. If we continue, just a casual breath from me could kill you."

Feng De remembered his own words about surrendering and his face flushed with blood as if it had rushed to his head all at once. Mixed feelings of shame and anger surged to their peak, yet he did not give up. Instead, he clenched his teeth and burst out with all his strength.

His Primordial Spirit power surged once more, turning into eight giant palms of different Primordial Spirit powers, each forming different hand signs and unleashing different fist techniques. They came from all directions, aiming for Zhou Bai.

Heavenly God Palm... Longevity Fist... Taiyi Five Elements Fist... Seven Stars Evil Breaking Fist... Po Suo Palm... Eight Diagrams Dragon Palm...

At Zhou Bai's location, with a single hit accompanied by eight strong forces, the air seemed to explode, and the space itself seemed to become a vacuum.

Facing Feng De's desperate attack, Zhou Bai still stood with arms crossed, strolling leisurely, merely opening his mouth and casually exhaling.

With the breath, a condensed ball of air emerged from his mouth, which, accelerated by the power of his lungs and Primordial Spirit, broke the sound barrier as it left his lips.

The ball of air continued to accelerate madly under the influence of the Primordial Spirit power, turning into a fiercely hot and highly pressurized air mass. Then, under Feng De's astonished gaze, it blasted through his Eight Layered Power and exploded right in front of him.

Ah!

Amid the roar, Feng De activated all the power of his body and Primordial Spirit, trying to block the bomb of air in front of him.

But as soon as the Primordial Spirit power touched the mass of air, Feng De felt a force far beyond his limit explode in front of his eyes.

Feng De was blown away by the high-temperature shock waves, sliding across the bronze platform. His feet slammed fiercely into the bronze floor, and his Primordial Spirit power burst out to slow down his momentum earnestly.

Feng De roared, "Ah!" His Primordial Spirit power erupted with all his might.

After retreating over a thousand meters, Feng De finally managed to stop.

But his clothes were almost completely torn, his skin was bruised and bleeding, and it was faintly charred.

He looked at Zhou Bai, still a kilometer away with a blank expression, a thought suddenly struck his mind, 'He really blew a breath... I was nearly killed?'

The next moment, Feng De collapsed to the ground, completely fainting.

Watching Zhou Bai accelerate the air expelled from his lungs with that single breath, many of the spectators and competitors present fell into astonishment.