Eternal Heavenly Emperor-Chapter 410 - 400 Battle Body

"Why do you keep startling me like that!" Chu Hao said irritably. If not for his strong heart, this damn cat would have scared him sick by now.

Fat Cat, unconcerned, remarked, "This girl actually has a hint of battle body bloodline, and although it’s just a tiny bit, at her level, that little bit is already quite powerful."

"Battle body, what kind of physique is that?" Chu Hao asked.

"It’s a physique that becomes more ferocious as the battle goes on and goes berserk at the sight of blood. It ranks as the fifth flow," Fat Cat explained.

No wonder Fu Xue was so eager to fight.

Chu Hao nodded internally but said aloud, "Only the fifth flow?"

"You brat, do you even understand what the fifth flow means? You’ve improved your physique so many times in a row and yet you’re only at the fifteenth flow!" Fat Cat retorted grumpily.

Chu Hao smiled. He was well aware that the strength of a physique was determined by two factors: first, the inherent limit of that physique—like the third flow, for instance, which can never be higher than the third flow, let alone reach the second or first flow.

The second factor is the purity of the Martial Artist’s bloodline. It is possible that someone with what should be a third-tier physique ends up at the thirtieth tier because of impure blood.

However, the second factor can be changed. Consumption of certain Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures could enhance it.

"At what flow would Senior Sister Fu’s physique currently be ranked?" Chu Hao inquired.

"Nineteenth or twentieth flow," guessed Fat Cat.

This was actually not low since when Chu Hao first met Fat Cat, his physique was only at the nineteenth flow, and even that was Fat Cat being generous. Given that martial arts were only just proliferating in this era, and the world could not compare to the Ancient Times, various Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures were scarce, so it was unlikely for people’s physiques to be very high.

In this regard, the Gu Clan naturally had an advantage because of the Ancestral Pool’s cleansing, but having War God bloodline did not necessarily mean a strong physique, as it was still subject to the first factor—the limit. A physique with an eighteenth flow limit can never become seventeenth flow.

As the man and the cat communicated through Divine Sense, Gu Qingcheng kept casting flirtatious glances at them. Although they were not speaking, their expressions were rich, and she was well aware that Warriors could communicate this way, so she had no trouble guessing.

"Damn bastard, you lecherous rogue! Pretending to be pure in front of me, but in truth, you’re an utterly despicable and shameless rat, you’re doomed! Doomed! If I don’t torment you to death, I’ll take your last name!" she fumed silently to herself.

Meanwhile, on the high platform, the battle between Fu Xue and Peng Zetian continued. Peng Zetian was not going all out, still sitting in his chair, carelessly unleashing his might, creating thousands of Light Swords, and furiously sweeping them towards Fu Xue.

The gap between them had reached the extent where one power could break ten thousand laws, and Peng Zetian did not even need to employ any Martial Techniques. A simple exertion of his Star Force was enough to pose a huge threat to Fu Xue.

Perhaps because there was no grudge, or maybe because Fu Xue was a beauty, or because her Cultivation was too low, Peng Zetian had been holding back the entire time. Even though he acted nonchalantly, he still appeared comfortable and allowed Fu Xue to just barely hold on.

But the gap in their realms was too great, and it wasn’t long before Fu Xue was wounded and spitting blood. Yet, as Fat Cat had said, she had a battle body that grew stronger with both the battle and her injuries. Her fighting spirit surged as if it were tangible, earning the admiration of many. Some even suggested that if Fu Xue’s realm could match Peng Zetian’s, the outcome of the fight would be unpredictable.

After three hundred rounds, though, Fu Xue reached her limit and was blasted from the high platform. The Barbaric Girl quickly rushed to catch her and said, "Sister Xue, let me take him down for you, to vent your anger."

"Thrilling! Thrilling!" Fu Xue, while wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, shouted loudly, her eyes shining, looking as if she still hadn’t had enough. If it weren’t for her severe injuries, she really would have liked to go back into the arena for another exhilarating round.

Chu Hao gestured for Yun Cai to bring her over and gave her the healing Spiritual Medicine that Xiaocao had provided, saying, "You, just sit here quietly for now."

After a brief calm, others climbed onto the platform to challenge, and the scene started to get lively and intense again.

More and more powerful Experts ascended the platform, one after another. After all, this was a gathering of the Nine States’ Heaven Talented, and many young and spirited individuals hoped to make a name for themselves on this stage and become known throughout the world. Hence, without waiting for the third day, they rushed forth recklessly.

Two individuals were very strong, able to contend with Peng Zetian, winning the acknowledgment of the other seven and taking their seats among the remaining three chairs. And Peng Zetian no longer acted; after all, his Star Force was limited, and this was only the first day. Unless someone provoked him, he preferred not to waste his Star Force.

Now, only the last chair remained empty, and as soon as it was occupied, one would have to contest for it from others.

This was the unwavering rule of martial arts: the strong rule, the victor possesses everything.

"I’m going now!" Unable to hold back any longer, the Barbaric Girl leaped onto the high platform. She relied entirely on her physical strength for this leap—body cultivation—and with a thud, she landed on the platform, causing it to tremble continuously.

"Wow!" "Ouch!" "Hiss!" There were about fifteen people fighting on the platform for that last chair, but when she landed with such force, as many as nine of them were directly shaken off.

Many people were quietly amazed by this scene, and even the nine seated fighters frowned, noting the Barbaric Girl’s impressive strength and weight—such vigor was uncommon among ordinary Martial Artists.

"You bastard!" The remaining seven all turned their attention to the Barbaric Girl, simultaneously attacking her.

They all recognized Yun Cai’s formidable presence and thus, without prior agreement, chose to attack her first. They had been at each other’s throats a moment ago, but now they had become allies in battle.

Undaunted, the Barbaric Girl stood her ground. She thrust her fists forward, confronting all seven challengers.

Dragon Fist!

Dealing with these common soldiers, she naturally didn’t need to use the Ultimate Move of Dragon Transformation. Merely the Dragon Fist was already enough. With each punch blasted out, it was like the roar of the sea, accompanied by ceaseless dragon cries.

Boom boom boom boom boom, just three punches, and all seven people were blasted off the stage by her. Four of them were barely touched by the fist wind and fluttered up like dandelion fluff.

"The blood energy soars to the skies as if it’s tangible!"

"She is a Body Cultivator!"

"Are there still Body Cultivators nowadays? Right, she just passed by me earlier, and I didn’t feel any fluctuation of Star Force from her at all."

"—An Innate Body Cultivator!"

"Holy crap, could it be that we are truly ushering in a golden age of martial arts when even Innate Body Cultivators have emerged?"

The number of Body Cultivators was pitifully small, and the vast majority were only practicing Body Technique as a secondary path. Innate Body Cultivators were even rarer, almost only existing in legends. However, the power of Innate Body Cultivators was widely known, with nobody ignorant of it. The most glorious achievement was that of the Body Cultivation War Emperor who even the War God couldn’t kill.

Now, at last, there appeared a living Innate Body Cultivator.

For a moment, the platform below fell silent as everyone just quietly watched the girl.

The Barbaric Girl’s gaze shifted, unexpectedly not going for the last empty chair, but instead walked towards Peng Zetian. Within her slender and graceful frame was hidden terrifying power. Each step she took was like a thunderbolt descending upon the world, with a stunning presence.

Peng Zetian couldn’t help but change his expression slightly. Why was this Body Cultivator girl approaching him? He didn’t believe she was admiring his handsome and dashing self and came especially to worship him. And there was still an empty chair; why fixate on him?

"Hey, move aside. I want this chair!" the girl pointed at Peng Zetian and said.

Peng Zetian was instantly enraged. You’re going way too far!

There was no difference between the chairs here, and besides, there was clearly one that was still empty. Why insist on having his seat? What did that mean?

He indeed felt some trepidation towards Innate Body Cultivators, but being a super genius himself, he certainly wasn’t going to be scared. Now being bullied to this extent, there was no way he would back down. His expression turned cold as he said, "There’s still an empty chair over there."

However, he didn’t make a move right away. Even in saying those words, he still maintained an attitude of avoiding trouble, after all, Innate Body Cultivators were too powerful, said to be undefeated within their Realm.

Not invincible, but undefeated, because their Physique was too strong and simply could not be seriously injured. Naturally standing on the ground of the undefeated.

The ultimate measure of the undefeated was that even the War God couldn’t kill them.

"Are you going to move or not? If you don’t, I’ll hit you!" the girl raised her little fist, appearing incredibly innocent and naive, but who would dare to underestimate her jade-like fists that could truly shatter a mountain.

Direct and straightforward; move or get hit!

Of course, Peng Zetian wouldn’t move. When Experts contend, momentum is extremely important. If one loses momentum, even a battle that could potentially be won might end in defeat. He ultimately stood up and said, "Don’t think I’m afraid—"

Whoosh, before he could finish his sentence, a fist was already hurtling towards him.

A myriad of ’grass mud horses’ dashed through Peng Zetian’s mind. Could you have a little decency? When Experts fight, there should be enough talk to set the stage before the action begins, otherwise wouldn’t it be like some lowly street brawl?

But the fist of the Innate Body Cultivator was already coming at him, and he had to respond.

"Go!" With a flick of his right hand, a hundred Light Swords appeared simultaneously and shot towards the girl, arriving before even having been fully deployed.

The Barbaric Girl merely let out a light shout, and terrifying power erupted from within her body, forming a shockwave that surged towards those Light Swords. Boom boom boom boom, the shockwave passed, and the Light Swords were all shattered to pieces.

Even the eight others on the stage had to raise their hands in front of them, forming a Star Force shield to block the aftermath.

Innate Body Cultivator, with blood energy like a dragon, could even shake to death a Martial Artist of the same Realm! After all, without the defense of Star Force, even the strongest Martial Artist was only equivalent to a Tenth Tier Martial Disciple.

As the girl’s punch came hurtling at him, Peng Zetian actually didn’t dare to meet it directly; he leaped aside, dodging the punch.

It was a wise move; engaging in close combat with a Body Cultivator was by no means a good idea.

He took a deep breath. Since the girl sought a battle, there was no reason for him to be frightened. He would let her witness his true strength.

Pfft!

But as he had just turned around, he immediately spat out in anger, almost coughing up blood, because the Barbaric Girl was already arrogantly sitting in the chair he had just vacated. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at Qidian (qidian.com) with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)